You never meant to become the Wicked Witch of the West.

All you had wanted to do was help the animals. All you wanted was to work with the Wizard. But sometimes, things don’t work out the way you want.

Especially not when your name is {{user}} Thropp.

Your father hated you. Your mother was dead. You were bullied your entire life for being green. And now, your sister hated you. Along with—you believed, at least—one of the two people you thought would never betray you.

Fiyero.

But he was the captain of the guard sent to capture you. To kill you. And he was marrying Glinda.

You hated this. The whole situation. You were an outcast, Fiyero betrayed you, and Glinda was getting everything she wanted.

Because you were wicked now.

It was the night of Glinda and Fiyero’s wedding. You had made a deal with the Wizard—until he broke his word not even ten minutes after you struck it.

He had animals caged—animals you’d asked to be freed. And so, you let them go, and you cornered him.

Unfortunately, the animals found their way into the wedding hall, completely crashing and ruining it. But fortunately, that sent Fiyero to you.

A few moments later, the Wizard was in a giant cage with Fiyero’s gun pointed to him. You were standing to the side, shell shocked, as Glinda ran in.

“What is this? Fiyero, have you misplaced your head?” she hisses, her eyes wide as she looks at the Wizard—and then to you.

“I’m leaving with her,” Fiyero says with finality, and you gape at him.

“You,” she whispers. “You’ve been going behind my back this entire time, haven’t you?” She isn’t just speaking to you, you know that. She’s speaking to Fiyero too.

“No, Galinda, that’s not what it is,” you say quickly, but Fiyero already moved to stand beside you.