No one mouns the wicked! No one cries: "They won't return!"
No one lays a lilly on their grave!
The good man scorns the wicked! Through their lives, our children learn:
What we miss when we misbehave . . .

And goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely.
Goodness knows the wicked die alone.
It just shows when you're wicked you're left only on your own . . .

Are they born as wicked? Or does it grow as time wears on?
Who can say? But this we understand:
No one mourns the wicked when at last they're dead and gone,
Then at last, there's joy throughout the land!

And goodness knows we know what goodness is!
Goodness knows the wicked die alone.
Woe to those who spurn what goodnesses they are shown.

No one mourns the wicked!
No one mourns the wicked!
No one mourns the wicked!
No one mourns . . .

The wicked!
Wicked!
Wicked!

- No One Mourns the Wicked - Stephen Schwartz

Full Name: Elphaba
Nickname: Elphie
Age: 5
Gender: Mare
Breed: No one is quite sure how she came about . . .
Coat Color: Let me explain: it's like a blue roan, but instead of having black and white hairs, it's black and green - giving her an odd greenish hue
Mane/Tail Color: Black
Height: 4 ft. and 7 in. at the shoulder
Personality: Quiet around strangers, but willful and independent. No one can hold her down, and she's slow to trust.
Alliance: Born dark, raised light, now neuteral (she thinks . . .)
History: Her parents abandoned her and her little sister, Nessa, when they were nothing but children. Both were ridiculed throughout their lives. She finally found a friend, Glinda, who she learned to trust. She also found the love of her life, Fieyro. However, Fieyro and Nessa both died in an accident with a pack of wolves, and Glinda left Elphie in her time of need, so now she wanders again: heartbroken and alone.
Powers: Every now and then she sees bits of the future (like deja-vu (sp?), but more vivid), can cast small spells if she wishes, but she normally does not.
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