The remains of a chapter story that I sadly just never wrote. Oh well, this still works. This is my 91st fanfic. My goal is to write 100 by the time my Spring Break ends. Wish me luck!
He held his breath.He could remember how this had all begun. He had woken up on a seemingly normal day to seeing one of his close friend's on the front page of the Ozian Times, journalists coining her as the Wicked Witch of the West. There was also an anouncement stating thatthe Wizard had offered the Witch's Goodly roommate a position in the Emerald City. When Fiyero's girlfriend took the position, he knew there would never be any going back.
That was when he made the decision that led him to his current position. He had decided to enlist in the Gale Force. The Wizard's guards' primary focus was now to find this new, evil being. Fiyero's focus was to find and protect an innocent girl he once knew. He also hopped that once hesaw her he would know what the hell he felt aboutLuckily, the goals overlapped. He could work on one while pretending to work toward the other.
He worked hard. He didn't care about the Wizard but did what he could for real justice. He quickly advanced from solider to become a high ranking official. His parents were proud, but worried about him. Because in addition to his military career, he was a Prince and would one day rule the Vinkus. In he were harmed in combat there would be great consequences. He promised them he would be cautious.
What they would think if they saw him now! His heart pounded in his ears. The one thing they feared, the one thing he desired.
The Wicked Witch of the Westsearched theGale Forcer's facefor some sign ofweakness. Elphaba Thropp searched Fiyero Tiggular's eyes for some sign of compassion. She had been staying in an empty barn. He had had the fortune of finding her.
"Silence!" He ordered before he could think. Other guards were near. They had to think he wascapturing a criminal. Then, softer, in his own voice. "Elphie..."
Fear had flicked through her eyes but then she seemed to remember how to breathe. "Fiyero... I had thought..."
"I know, I know. Are you alright?"
"As can be expected," she whispered back. A sudden noise in the brush. She tensed and held her breath.
"Go now." He gently encouraged her. "Stay safe and away from here."
She grasped for her broom. She climbed on top of it and levitated a few feet off of the ground. "Thank you. I-"
He pressed a finger to his lips and gestured to the west. "Go now, or I might not be able to help you." The playful, fun-loving Prince's smile flickered briefly and Fiyero looked years younger. On an impulse he reached upward to brush his fingers across the back of her hand.
"Fiyero-"
"No!" His voice was hushed but nearly angry. "Go!"
She was unphased. "Will I see you ever again?"
"I hope so and I dread it. Now fly!" Smiling slightly, she listened to him finally. The broom grew higher and he watched her. Free and powerful and beautiful and gracefuland just a little dangerous. She took his breathaway.
He stood in awe until several of his clumsy men reached him. "Sir! Did you capture her?" A young solider approached him.
Fiyero shook his head. "No... she was too quick. She got away from me..."
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Over a year later, in the Wizard's throne room, the two of them did meet again, and this time they were not alone."All this time, behind my back?" Glinda horrified.
Elphaba protested, "No! It wasn't like that."
He bit his lip, "It was," Both young women looked shocked. It was true. He had always loved Elphaba. "But it wasn't..."