Elphaba grew quiet and her jaw flexed as she considered answering honestly. In this case honesty would be best. "My father thought I was a wicked curse upon him and wished I had never been born. He was so afraid my younger sister would be green like me that he poisoned my mother with a white flower while she was pregnant with my younger sister. Her skin was a beautiful milky white, but she has been cripple since birth and has been confined to a wheelchair her whole life. My mother died shortly after she was born. My father only allowed me to stay to help with my sister." She said as she tried to hide the pain of those emotions, but not completely succeeding. It had been years, but her father's hatred of her still hurt from time to time.

Wanting not to dwell on that for too long, she nodded to the book. "That is The Grimmerie. I stole that to prevent and evil woman from controlling Oz. She banished me in a tornado for what I did. I'm glad it is with me and not her." She said.