So at the 13th hour according to the Time Dragon Clock a melting occurred. The water was thrown by a female known by the name Dorothy Gale. The young woman became an instant hero for Oz and her name swept through the land faster than a raging twister.
As the Ozians cheered, Glinda wept from black grief. It took hours for the Good Witch to calm her tears. Anger and sorrow gripped her in a profound way that shook her to the core. She was still shocked that Dorothy was the one to murder her Elphie.
Glinda assumed that Dorothy was envies that Elphaba had not picked her to be her lover, and the knowledge that she could never gain that title of lover sent her over the edge. Glinda herself had a strong urge to bash Dorothy over the head with her wand, but out of respect for Elphaba would not resort to violence or vengeance.
When Glinda found Dorothy and her motley crew of a familiar Scarecrow, a TinMan, and a Lion again, they had just watched the Wizard of Oz fly away and now were discussing what to do now. Despair had hit each one especially Dorothy who was sure her last chance to go home had flown away before her eyes.
Glinda flew down to their sides, and Dorothy was quick to speak, "Oh, will you help me? Can you help me?" The Good Witch was sure Dorothy asked this first question knowing full well she knew she was responsible for Elphaba's death, but showed respect by asking for help instead of demanding it.
"You don't need my help any longer. You've always had the power to go back to Kansas," Glinda answered plainly like this information was a no brainer. 'How I wish to destroy you, you little brat!' Glinda snarled inside her head at the farm girl.
Dorothy seemed floored with this answer. "I have?" She looked around to her friends to see their reactions to this news.
"Then why didn't you tell her before?" the Scarecrow replied in his own surprised tone.
"Because she wouldn't have believed me. She had to learn it for herself," Glinda answered but then added a bit more in her head. 'Besides after what she did to Elphie she deserved to sweat a little.'
"What have you learned Dorothy?" the Tin Man asked hoping to gain a little more light on the situation.
"Well, I…I think that it wasn't enough just to want to see Uncle Henry and Auntie Em and it's that if I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own backyard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with. Is that right?"
"That's all it is," Glinda replied simply. She didn't really care what Dorothy said, for she just wanted her out of her sight. Who knows what she would do to this farm girl if she lingered in her presence for too much longer.
"Well that's so easy!" The Scarecrow exclaimed. "I should have thought of it for you."
"I should have felt it in my heart," The Tin Man added.
"No. She had to find it out for herself. Now, those magic slippers will take you home in two seconds." The Good Witch was using all her will power to stay cheerful and pleasant, but that is a hard thing to do when you are staring into the eyes of the person who murdered your most cherished loved one.
" Dorothy's eyes lit up. "Toto too?
"Toto too!" Once Glinda answered she began to space out as Dorothy said her goodbyes. She tried not to let anger cloud her mind but was failing. Dorothy was allowed to say her goodbyes, but Glinda never really had her chance with Elphaba. And this knowledge made the Good Witch's heart hurt even more so. Her Elphie was dead all because of this farm girl. A murderer was claimed as a hero. Glinda closed her eyes and her mind was flooded with visions of her Elphie…her lovely Elphie. She gripped the green bottle that laid in her pocket. The very same bottle Chistery had given her, which once belonged to her green love.
The Good Witch was only shaken from her visions when she noticed Dorothy was reaching the ends of her goodbyes. "Are you ready now?"
"Yes, I'm ready now," Dorothy answered a small grin played upon her lips, and Glinda couldn't tell it was because she was relieved she was going home or for another unknown reason. Either way the Good Witch longed to smack that smile from her face.
Glinda soon found herself nodding her head. "Then close your eyes, and tap your heels together three times, and think to yourself, 'There's no place like home.'"
Dorothy indeed clicked her heels together and said those words. Immediately the young woman could feel her body become light. She was going home back to Kansas. She knew it, without a doubt, so Dorothy was quick to add one last thing, "Thank you so much Glinda. Going home is all I ever wanted. You have made my dreams come true. Now I will make your dreams come true…" With that Dorothy leaned in close and whispered into Glinda's ear.
Just before Dorothy disappeared completely Glinda heard the words that made tears surface in her eyes. The Good Witch began to sway as she started to swoon from shock. The Lion caught Glinda and others rushed to her side to fan her.
Those words said made Dorothy turn from killer the Wicked Witch of the West to her savior. Those words were crystal clear and they were, "I KILLED the Wicked Witch of the West. I killed her Glinda, so Elphaba could live. Elphaba is alive."
In the Witch's tower where the so called "melting" had happened just as the sun began to disappear two lovers reunited. Both parties of Oz were satisfied. The Ozians thought the Wicked Witch was finally dead, and Elphaba was able to keep what she thought she was going to lose.
It was clear that the Witch's Dorothy had indeed saved Oz although no one saw Glinda the Good again. Although a few witnesses swore they saw her flying on a broom with a black dressed figure.
Unknown to all, Elphaba and Glinda were together flying away with a happiness only heard in fairy tales. The Witch's Dorothy was not only a hero to Oz but indeed Elphaba was right all along…this Dorothy had a role to play. She was a hero to Glinda too, for through a fake death she sent two witches free.