Disclaimer: All characters are property of Gregory Maguire, L. Frank Baum, and Stephen Schwartz. I am simply borrowing them for my amusement.

Summary: This story is what I envision as to what happened at Kiamo Ko and the meeting of Elphaba and Glinda. This story is a little bit of musical, thrown in with a little book, and a whole lot of my thoughts and voila. It's my way of shedding light on the reasons behind their actions that had taken place throughout the story leading to their truth revealed to one another.

Authors note: I felt the musical left a lot of gaps at the end trying to sum everything up. It has left me with a lot of unanswered emotions no matter how many times I have seen it.

The Truth Revealed

Elphaba was trying to stay as calm as she could, due to the circumstances she found herself in. "Please stop your sniveling, I have no intention of harming you. If you would kindly just hand over those shoes you are wearing, I will be on my way and you can continue your journey back to where ever it is you came from." The young girl in front of her just stood there apprehensive and scared. "They call you Dorothy, yes?" The young stranger couldn't find her words so she just nodded her answer. "Look, I have asked nicely. It is just a simple misunderstanding. Those shoes that the others gave you belong to me."

The young girl looked around hoping to find someone, anyone, who might be able to help her. But seeing no one she looked to the jeweled shoes upon her feet and then to the strange green woman. "I… I'm s… sorry, but I was told I mustn't give them to the witch."

Feeling that once again no good deed goes unpunished, Elphaba halted the niceties and stomped her broom in annoyance. "What? The witch?" She huffed out a laugh and began pacing. Sensing their friend's irritation, the monkeys commenced jumping and flapping their wings, which only made Dorothy all the more frightened. Taking a deep breath, the green woman stopped her pacing and let out a long sigh to try and collect herself. "I have tried to be fair and somewhat understanding, and look where it has left me." She turned and glared at the girl. "Trust me little one, I want this over just as much as you do… probably more. People are nothing but a waste of my air. I prefer the company of animals to any of this vile treatment of one another that people seem to thrive on."

The dog that had been accompanying the young girl, was barking so much by this point, his little body was jumping with the power of each vocal protest he made. Elphaba finally turned to her furry little guest. "Oh would you kindly stop. Did you not just hear? I have nothing against you," she stated. The dog stopped his yelping and sat, cocking his head to her as though he understood.

She then turned her attention back to Dorothy. "You see? Your friend here seemed to have no trouble understanding me. Yet you do not comprehend a simple request I make with legitimate claim to those shoes." The green woman thought for a moment before continuing. "If someone were to take your dear furry companion without your knowledge and then you found out, would you not want to get him back?"

The young girl had begun to calm after the monkeys quieted down. She wiped away her tears. "Of course I would want him back. B…but that's not the same. I didn't do anything wrong. They said you're wicked. The wicked witch and I should not trust you."

Elphaba let out a loud cackle making Dorothy jump and begin to cry all over again. "So, that's what they've been putting in that pretty little head of yours, is it?" It was then that Chistery came to the green woman's side as if to make sure she was all right. She patted the top of his head and said in a hushed voice to him, "they are the wicked ones." Look what they made me do to you. Look what they've done… to me. She glided her hand over one of the monkey's wings.

Elphaba was deep in her own thoughts when Dorothy finally got the courage to speak again. "Well if you're not a wicked witch then…" She was cut off as the green woman whirled around, her face full of anger at the mention of those words. "You're the wicked one! Taking a dead woman's shoes? Those were all I had left of my sister, you wicked little thing. Have you no manners?"

"But I didn't mean…" The girl was cut off once again by Elphaba. "It doesn't matter what you meant, its what you did that matters. I'm well versed in that concept." Elphaba walked to the other side of the room before turning to face the young girl and stood tapping her broomstick. "Did your house not land on my sister, killing her?"

"Yes, but…"

"And those shoes you are wearing, were they not hers?" The green woman said, taking a step forward.

"Well yes but… I didn't want to take the shoes, I was told to wear them. That they would help get me home."

"Oh! You didn't want to take them, well that changes everything." Elphaba stated sarcastically. "You think that makes it all right? You still took the shoes knowing it was wrong." Elphaba charged forward at Dorothy until she was right in her face. "You… are… the wicked one." She said jabbing the young girl in the shoulder with each word. She stood glaring at her a moment longer before turning and walking away once again.

Dorothy began crying all the more, wrapping one arm around herself and clutching her shoulder with her other hand. "I'm not wicked! Stop calling me that. You don't know me."

Elphaba whirled back around sharply. "Ah, but I said it, so it must be true." Seeing the hurt begin to show on the young girl's face she simply added, "How does it feel?"