A/N; Right, this is my first attempt at a Wicked fan-fiction so I don't blame you if you don't like it. This is set as a kinda AU story, as if Elphaba and Galinda had met as young teens in a rather different way. This story is co-written with a best buddy of mine - Please feel free to check out her account on Deviant Art ^_^ .com/ , so I don't take all the credit here, she's awesome! Anyways, please R&R, cuz I'd like to know if this is something I should continue posting chapters of, though of course we are still gonna write it even if I don't post. Hope you enjoy ^_^
It was a cold, windy night, and the rain splattered along the cobbled streets. All was empty, aside from a little girl running from a dark alley, panting hard and focusing purely on the instinct to run. Her blonde curls were a mess as a bobble stuck to a soused strand of hair. She breathlessly ran across a field, and clutched at her sore side, her pink frock unravelling at the entrails. Her sapphire irises were glazed over with expectant fear that simmered in the storm like embers of a flame as the solar eclipse above reflected in her dark pupils.
The wind swept across the stone pathways, blowing drafts this way and that. Silence filled the air, filling the atmosphere with an uncertain sense of untimely fear. The silence was broken through with a soft pad of shoes on stone. The girl moved swiftly with the wind, clutching her cloak around her tightly as the harsh chills brushed against it. The rain seemed to fall in gentle slivers, but she still tensed against it. Her dark hair shrouded her face like a shadow, as her deeply hazel eyes glanced at her surroundings. A glimpse of tension, anxiety sparked in her irises for a moment, as she gazed at the solar eclipse above her, before dissipating again as she pulled her cloak tighter and trudged onward. She hated the rain, for more reasons than one.
With a sigh, the girl moved on, never thinking to haste her pace, or stop running. She knew she wasn't safe, and was being followed. The thing was just toying with her for now. Blood from her left hand trickled down onto the grass, and as she paused to catch her breath, she heard more footsteps. Angry voices. In fear, she quickly ran into the dark bushes, and closed her eyes. But she felt another presence. She turned around, fearing the worst, and found herself staring into a large pair of hazel eyes.
With a soft groan, the girl pushed a lock of dark, wet hair from her face again. The bushes she hid within provided a rather pathetic form of shelter, for it was better than none at all. Just as she had suspected, the rain had gotten heavier until it became more of a downpour than drizzle. She shivered subconsciously, knowing that for now, there was not much chance of making it home as she had so earlier planned. Her clothing was already becoming heavily soaked through, and she could feel the slight tingling feeling as the moisture rubbed against her skin. She sighed audibly; knowing that, if she did get home at all, her father was certainly not going to be pleased. She heard the distant sounds of people, gathering gradually closer. Forcibly she stood back up, turning; just about to head back out of her 'hiding place' when suddenly her eyes met with a pair of startled blue ones.