I am pretty sure I have to write some important things on here so...
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own Wicked, Elphaba, Galinda or any possession that would see me end up in jail or broke...I created some of the characters names like Markri, Felter...etc...so they are mine.
Rating: M in the end, but for the moment k+ probably...not entirely sure...asuming k+
Summary: Elphaba and Galinda have always been feeling more than friendship towards eachother but what if they started out, not at Shiz, but as children? When Elphaba is abandoned by her parents, Galinda's family steps in and makes her a new member of the family. What happens though, when the girls become more than just sisters?
I wouldn't say it's incest because it's not really, but someone is more than likely to think so, so here is my warning. Oh and it's Gelphie, Girl on girl haters...be gone, thou eyes doth not readeth thine pages. :)
A Wicked Childhood.
There was nothing quite like the large ships that entered the harbors on those hot summer days in the Upland docks. It was Galinda's favorite place to play. She would run up and down the wharfs, giggling at the fishermen who would wave to her and call to her using her nickname little fish. Galinda was well known by every fisherman in the Upland coast, as well as all over the Upland country for her mother and father were the prominent royalty of the Upper Uplands.
Galinda Upland was eight years old. She was the pride of the Uplands, with her mothers blonde hair, her fathers curls and both parents sparkling blue eyes. Galinda's eyes were the brightest of the Upland clan. They were almost as blue as the Oz ocean and they twinkled with delight every time. Galinda's eyes were the most admiring of all. As all eight year olds were, Galinda was energetic and innocent, yet her personality held a bubbly quality that caused every elder to love her and every boy. At the young age of eight she already had three young men chasing her, yet Galinda held no interest in them, much to the joy of her parents, who believed her to be too young to date.
Although so young, Galinda took everything into heart, and often found herself distressed over another's problem. The wharf was her place to think, to be a real child, to be Galinda not Galinda Upland. She didn't need to be perfect here.
Her father promised her that she could play on the wharfs if she promised to stay well away from the water, and stayed with Felter who was a young apprentice and hired guard of the little heiress. Felter was one of the rare few that Galinda could talk to freely. Only Felter knew of the small blonde's inability to separate herself from others torments.
'Felter, Felter, guess what?' Felter chuckled as he turned to see a small pink and blonde blur race towards him from down the peir. The Upland carriage just pulling out of sight.
'What little fish?'
'I'm coming to play with you today.'
'Do your parents know you are here?' Little eight year old Galinda stopped and thought extremely hard. Felter knew though that Galinda never went to the docks without Mr. and Mrs. Uplands knowledge and had caught Mr. Uplands eye as the carriage had pulled away just moments before.
'Yes, daddy and Momsie had to go into town. Momsie said they needed an extra serpent.' Felter was a little confused.
'Serpent? Oh, you mean servant.' Now Galinda looked confused. But the topic started to bore the eight year old as all topics tended to do at this age unless it involved food.
'Oh Felter are we going fishing today?' Felter shook his head, knowing it was going to upset the young girl, but having a plan in tow.
Galinda loved to go out fishing. It was the only time her father would allow her near the water without him near. The ocean always calmed Galinda, it's small waves and clear deep water was so soothing to the small girl. Even on her hardest days, Galinda found herself feeling at ease on the ocean.
'Sorry little fish, I'm cleaning the boats today.' Seeing her down expression he hastily added. 'But we can make a game out of it.' This perked Galinda up immensely.
'Yeah lets play.' Galinda went to start before turning back around. 'Felter? How do we play?' Felter chuckled.
'It's easy little fish. We have to wash all these boats.' He signaled to the ships around him, a good dozen or so. 'Now we are special secret agent cleaners, come to inspect a bad man. This bad man stole some really precious treasure. We have to find it. It is on one of these boats.' Galinda looked enthralled. ' You have to help me clean the boats to find the treasure.' Galinda nodded in excitement.
'What is the treasure Felter?'
'Gold.' This was enough for Galinda to grab a bucket and a sponge and start scrubbing. Felter chuckled. She would eventually find the gold chocolate in the last ship. But now he had a lot of work ahead of him.
Galinda's parents were known as Mrs. Elise Upland and Mr. Ukre Upland. They were highly sophisticated in all they did, but were not as spoilt or over abusive of their rank as first thought.
Mrs. Elise Upland was brought up as a commoner. She lived on a farm that was her only provider of food and means of money. Her name was Elise Drowry and it was the man she was to marry that landed them in the royal name.
Mr. Ukre Upland was born to King Jerome and Queen Agnes of the Uplands. His parents used their power of conviction to help the poor or lowlier in their town. These traits resounded in their son, who shares his moral views with his wife.
Although they were a considerate pair, they still needed help around their large house. So every now and then they would pop down to the local bidding station to buy a slave. Once home though, that slave was given proper treatment and care. The name slave, was replaced with the word helper or servant, and the entire crew was given a large dorm room to sleep and facilities, including their own kitchen located in the lower quarters of the house. All they had to do was work around the house. Everyone who worked for the Uplands enjoyed their work. It always turned out as a labor of love.
Mrs. Upland never liked the bidding station as there were people who bid only looking to abuse and molest their help. But she refused to be left out of the choice. They made it to the station in time to grab a couple of front row spots just before bidding began. The Uplands had no limit in money but found that they would not hire anyone who was not needed. The room they had was sparse for the helpers as it was.
A hush went over the crowd as the bidding manager stood up to the podium and the first slave walked out. Although there was no major differences in the quality and condition of the slaves, the Uplands found no one of any real interest to them. That is until the little girl walked on stage.
She was only a small thing, about seven or eight years old, but her skin was what defined her. She was as green as Mrs. Uplands emerald jewels. No bids were made as everyone stared at the poor girl. She knew she wasn't to be bid upon. No one ever bid upon her. She stared at the floor waiting for the man on stage to tell her to beat it.
Mrs. Upland let out a small sob for the young child and hastily called out her bid.
'Twenty Ozpence.' A loud whisper escaped the crowd as heads turned to see the bidder for the strange girl. The girl herself looked up astonished as did the bidding manager. He let out the cry and after no reply slammed the mallet down and the girl was a member of the Uplands. Mr. Upland had no anger for his wife, nor disapproval. Had she not said anything he surely would have.
The young girl was slowly led over to the Uplands. Her head down. Mrs. Upland crouched down to her height.
'Hello. My name is Elise Upland. You are coming to live with us now. Is that alright?' The small girl nodded her head but did not look up. 'Sweetheart look at me.' As commanded the little girl did as she was told. A warmth encompassed the small girl as piercing blue eyes met her soft dark brown ones. Elphaba was finally welcomed.
By the time the Upland's returned to the docks, Galinda had found the chocolate, eaten a few and fallen asleep. Elphaba, against better judgment had also fallen asleep in the carriage. Mrs. Upland, slowly and gently lowered her daughter into the carriage beside the sleeping Elphaba. And the family carried on home.
When Galinda opened her eyes, she was in her bedroom. But something wasn't quite right. There was another person there, she could hear them breathing. She slowly sat up, a little scared but determined to protect her teddy bear collection from imminent doom. There in the middle of her room was a small cot. On the cot, was a little frog. The colour did not startle the young Galinda, in fact it actually entranced the little girl. As Galinda went to move from her bed, the girl in the cot groaned and awoke. Almost instantaneously the girl sat up and leaped out of bed, unsure of where she was. Galinda couldn't help but let out a little squeal. The frightened girl whirled around at the sound.
'Who are you?' She asked still a little frightened.
'Galinda Upland. This is my room. Who are you?'
'Elphaba.' Galinda smirked at the name.
'What an interesting name. I like it it's pretty.' This was something Elphaba was unused to hearing.
'Pretty is not the word I'd use. Do you not even see my skin? It's the reason I don't have a home of my own. It is the reason I am now your slave.' Galinda looked appalled.
'Your skin has no flaw in my eyes and you as my slave? No. I'll ask Momsie.' And with that eight year old Galinda ran to her mothers study where Mrs. Uppland usually sat and read the great books they held in the large library.
You would notice how the two girls act and talk, they are quite advanced for their age. It is mainly because Galinda was brought up to act as adult as possible from a young age. Her mother would hear no potty language or vulgar pronunciations in her household. Galinda was extremely advanced for her age, her ability to deal with others problems assisting the young Upland into adulthood. Elphaba had learned to talk civilized, for the unsold slaves were used as caterers and waiters/waitresses at functions. Both girls had learnt to grow up way to fast. That didn't stop Galinda using comforting terms of endearment for her parents, and her morals were still so innocent.
'Momsie! Momsie!' Mrs. Upland looked up at her daughter with a smile.
'What is it Galinda? How did you sleep?'
'Fine Momsie, but who is that girl in my room?'
'That, Galinda, is someone we found down at the bidding station.'
'Did you buy her as a serpent? Is she my serpent?' Mrs. Upland looked at her daughter quizzically before smirking.
'No sweetheart. She will be your new sister. I just need to find out her name and arrange the adoption papers' This was something quite unexpected. Galinda was not expecting to leave her home and return to find a new sibling. That wasn't fair, no one had asked her of her opinion on the subject.
'Her name mother, is Elphaba, and I refuse to have her as a sister.' The spite was eminent in the small child's voice. It was quite scary.
'Galinda, act properly. Would you prefer her as your servant?' Honestly Galinda did not want her to be her serpent, that's half the reason she was here. 'Elphaba has no other home. She is too young to work. She needs a family. We will be her family. Now I don't want to hear one more word on the subject.'
'Not one more word.' Galinda sulked but did as she was told.
It wasn't that Elphaba didn't intrigue the small blonde, but to return to something that was unexpected had startled her for the worse. Galinda found pain in every little detail of others lives, to find pain in hers was hard to deal with. She found that on her way back to her room, she was promising to herself that she would loath Elphaba till the day she died.
So? What do you think? Review, but be kind... I am open to any constructive critisizm, so lay it on me... and I will endevour to change how I am writing to please you all :) I hope you enjoyed. If no one is liking this I won't continue, but know that there is a few chapters already in store waiting to go and it does get better, or at least that's what I think... ;)