I never expected to be here—I'd always thought I'd have a happy ending. . . .
It was growing darker and gloomier with each second that ticked by. I saw the harvest moon rise steadily from within my crevice, beneath the castle's floors and I knew that she should have been there by now, but she wasn't.
It was curious that the one thing that no one else wants is the one thing that life won't grant you.
She was never going to come. I knew that. And if I knew that, then why did a small ache within my chest hope and wish vainly for something that would never happen?
She had always been too good for me.
Or did she even get my letter? Had she gotten herself into trouble?
I hefted myself up, surprised that I wasn't stiff and remembering that I undoubtedly would never feel physical distresses again. I flexed my fingers, which crunched sickeningly with the effort and then I positioned myself beneath the trapdoor. I hoped in this position I could easily shove my arms and shoulders upward and with any luck force the trapdoor open. I had good leverage with the flat ground beneath my feet. It was also lucky that the hidden room wasn't very tall, and I had to bend my legs just to fit my tall frame inside.
With a grunt and a shove, I attempted and failed to shove the door open. It was locked, I realized. A dreadful lump caught in my throat. I was trapped, and someone had locked me down there. That meant that someone had to have known that I was down here.
Who had done it? It couldn't have been Elphaba? Maybe it had been? Or someone else?
I fell backward onto the floor, bouncing back slightly from impact.
This was it. This was my fate.
I would probably rot in this prison forever.
* * * * *
"It's a dear shame our poor Elphaba can't have tea with us, isn't it Glinda?" Morrible drawled, holding open her wrinkled mouth.
Glinda lifted a pale hand and dropped a single plump grape into the other woman's mouth. For a moment, her eyes lingered on the girl that lay on the cold, damp floor. Then she smiled slightly and popped another grape into her former Headmistress's mouth.
"Yes, it is," she said quietly.
Elphaba's eyes flickered and she drew in a great shuddering breath.
Across the room, by the wrinkled hag, sat the girl who'd given her away.
The last Elphaba saw was a bright, glittering red.
It truly was a shame that Fiyero would never know.
This shall probably never be explained, I will warn you. So, if you don't understand, then I suggest you use your imagination, or even write your own fanfiction to explain it. I honestly don't care, for this was written on a whim. I may do a second chapter, if I decide that someone has a great idea as to why this all happened. Or maybe if I configure a great reason of my own.
I am quite sure that this will be the last story I will post, regardless. Oh, and today I saw that I was nominated for best oneshot author. I really appreciate that, even if I don't win.
-Faba