This is sort of the "teaser trailer" for a story I intend to write later this summer. It's very different than most everything I've written, but I promise it is Wicked fanfiction, and not just because it's set in Oz. I can't claim that reviews will get this story out any faster, because I wanted to finish at least one of the projects I already have going before I pick this story back up, but I would greatly appreciate any feedback you can give.
He had to laugh then. Maera Lyman, had never been one to mess with, that much he knew from having already been her teacher the previous year. He knew there was actually very little point in bickering with her; she was going to get her way, regardless. It was just a matter of who she needed to grapple with first. "Miss Lyman, it's not that I disagree with your topic. It's an incredibly interesting concept. I'm just worried you won't be able to find adequate information on the topic. This paper isn't due until the end of the semester, it's a large percentage of your grade. I wouldn't want your grade to suffer due to a lack of unbiased information."
"That's the point, though. The paper is on the unfair effects of propaganda!" Arms folded across her chest, glaring at him. Maera was young and still sometimes had the look of a teenager to her. A very stubborn, annoyed teenager. Who was probably going to win any argument she got into.
"But I don't know how you plan to prove that the Wicked Witch of the West was a victim of negative propaganda. There is not going to be very much information at all that is unbiased about the Witch."
"Sir, if you don't mind my saying so, but you're an Animal yourself. How can you think that the Witch wasn't good? She worked on Animals' behalf, all reports say."
He smiled, now sure there was no way he was going to win the argument. "I'm aware of that. But during the Wizardic years, no one was allowed to make any sort of positive comment on the Witch. During the reign of Lady Glinda, most of the Wizard's controversial laws were repealed, but she never made a comment on the Witch, so no one chanced commenting on her. After Lady Glinda passed on, there was practically no one who could remember a time before the Witch. There was no one left to finally defend her. I agree, there is definitely a story there. But I don't know how you plan to find it out."
"You think I won't be able to?" Ahh, the challenge. A flash of defiance in her eyes.
"I think if anyone is going to be able to find out the story of the Wicked Witch of the West, you will. That being said-"
"I am going to write this paper on the topic of my choosing," Maera insisted.
He had to laugh then. "You are going to write your paper on the topic of your choosing." And that was largely that.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap-tap. Tap. "Maera!"
"You are typing too loudly."
"Is it possible to type quietly?"
Maera's younger sister, Theia, glared at her. "I have no idea if it's possible, but I was hoping you would find a way." The two girls had shared a bedroom their entire lives and, other than the odd year in which Maera was a freshman and Theia was still living with their parents. It just seemed natural for the two of them to continue living together. They had moved in with Grazina, the fashionable, fabulous aspiring actress who had somehow managed to become one of practical Maera's best friends.
"I get it, I get it- but I'm only stopping because I'm tired, too," Maera did not particularly want to admit her sister had power over her. Particularly because Theia knew it already. She saved her work and reluctantly turned off her laptop. "Goodnight!"
"Night," she mumbled back, already half asleep.
Although she was tired, sleep wasn't coming to Maera. Her topic kept swirling around in her head- well, not necessarily her formal topic of propaganda during the rein of the Wizard of Oz, but what had inspired the topic. Or rather, who. The Wicked Witch of the West.
The story was familiar to everyone. The woman had died one hundred and nine years ago. At one point, she had been a terror throughout Oz, or at least she supposedly was one. Then she had died, and the Wizard had stepped down or retired or something. Lady Glinda Upland, also known as the Good Witch of the North, a beautiful young woman had taken charge of Oz. She pretty much undid everything the Wizard had done in his time as ruler- buy she did it with such a charm and grace that even those who had been loyal to the Wizard didn't mind. She lived a good, long life and never married, although she was beautiful until the day she died. She had no heirs, insisting that Oz's Citizens were her children, and as she wished, they had elected all politicians after her death.
Although it was generally accepted that the Wizard had been corrupt, no one ever commented that the Wicked Witch of the West- his enemy- could have been good, the victim in it all. Although Lady Glinda seemed to believe the same things as the Witch, no one ever mourned her. Perhaps it was tradition, perhaps it never occurred to anyone- perhaps people enjoyed dressing their little girls up as the Witch for Halloween(a holiday that had come from the Wizard's land, that had always struck Maera as odd).
Perhaps it was time someone spoke up for the woman who obviously had a story. Even if that someone was just a twenty year old girl.