Elphaba arrived in the Land of Oz, her heart racing with anticipation. She had heard whispers of a powerful wizard who possessed answers, and she was determined to find him. The vibrant colors and lively sounds of the Emerald City filled her senses as she made her way through the bustling streets.
Finally, she reached the Wizard's palace, a grand structure of gleaming green stone that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. She was ushered inside, and soon found herself standing before the Wizard himself.
But something was off. The Wizard's eyes gleamed with a hunger that made her skin crawl, and she realized with a jolt that he wasn't what she had expected. He didn't have magic. Not a drop.
"Ah, Elphaba, I've been waiting for you," he said, his voice dripping with false warmth. "You're just the person I've been looking for."
It was then that she discovered the truth. He didn't want to help her - he wanted to use her. Her magic, to be precise. Elphaba's eyes widened as she realized the trap she had walked into.
She turned and fled, her heart pounding in her chest. The Wizard's screams of rage followed her, and she knew she had to get out of there - fast.
With the help of a few trusted friends, Elphaba faked her own death, leaving behind the label of "wicked witch" and starting anew. And now, she found herself in a new land, searching for answers and a purpose. But this time, she was determined to do it on her own terms.