A/N: Thanks for all of the positive feedback with my first oneshot! I'm not too sure if this is going to be a oneshot or multi-chapter, so depending on the feedback I get, I'll decide.
NOTE: I do not own any part of Wicked. This includes any references to characters and places.
Elphaba opened one eye cautiously, afraid that she might be blinded by light. Seeing that the room around her was dark, she carefully peeled her other eye open. Shakily, she stood up, almost tripping on the hem of her skirt.
"Oz dammit." Elphaba murmured. Using the wall as a support and guide system, she followed it to what she thought was the end of the tunnel. Cold, Elphaba thought to herself, the wall's wet. Quickly, she retracted her hand quickly. Carefully, Elphaba made the rest of the way down the tunnel to the faint glow which she assumed was daylight.
As Elphaba got closer, she realized that the light was not the sun's rays, but instead two mirrors. On the mirror to her left, an image of Boq in his Shiz attire was reflected. To the right was Avaric; Fiyero's carriage driver when he first arrived at Shiz.
Above the two mirrors a golden script floated, 'Who would you save in a burning fire?' Quietly, Elphaba muttered, "Avaric did almost run me over, but Boq did break my sister's heart..."
Elphaba sighed and said aloud, "Boq." Quickly, the words above the mirrors reassembled. 'You'll be faced with more mirrors such as these. Proceed through your selected choice, and enjoy the game.'
"A game of mirrors I see." Questioningly, Elphaba stepped through the mirror with Boq's reflection; expecting to get stabbed with shards of the mirror along the way.
Elphaba walked through the mirror easily and without pain. As she made her way completely through into another corridor, a soft bell chime rang. Elphaba turned quickly to see what had become of the mirror.
Like it had never been there, the wall which Elphaba assumed she had come through had transformed into a dry clay wall. Ahead of her, the corridor was dimly lit with torches attached to ancient looking walls.
"I guess I have no other choice but forward."