AN: Again, I shouldn't be doing this, but again, it popped into my head and wouldn't get out. It's not a complete long story like my other multichaps; it will be short, and some chapters will be short, too, almost drabble-like - like this prologue - but it will follow a storyline. I don't know, I just thought of it and I needed to get it out :3. Sorry.
Anyway, it's set, as the description says, right after No Good Deed; only none of the spells Elphaba cast from the Grimmerie worked, and so Fiyero isn't, and won't be, a scarecrow. Instead, he's just... well... read on and you'll find out, though I think you can guess :P.
Prologue: The first time
'Fiyero…' she whispered. She approached him, slowly. A lifeless body hanging on a pole, like a scarecrow in a cornfield. Only he wasn't a scarecrow. He was a Vinkun prince, he was the man she loved, he was her Yero… and he was gone.
She could only stare at him. She reached out to him, her fingertips almost touching his cheek, but not quite; her fingers hovering not even an inch from his skin, before her arm fell limply back to her side. The satchel she had carried with her dropped to the floor, the Grimmerie falling out, and her eyes slowly drifted towards the thick magic book. It had failed her. She had cast so many spells from it, and it had failed her. She had failed. Fiyero was dead.
She choked back a sob. She wasn't going to cry. She wouldn't. She refused to. Crying never got anyone anywhere. Crying was of no use. Crying wouldn't get her Yero back.
Never before had she felt so helpless in her life than just a few hours ago, when she had watched the Gale Force dragging Fiyero away into the cornfield. She hadn't wanted to leave him, but he had told her to go, to get away while she could, and she had. She'd listened to him. Why had she listened to him?
She had flown off on her broom, and from the sky, she had seen everything that had happened afterwards. She had fired off spell after spell from the Grimmerie in a desperate attempt to save him, but it hadn't worked. She had failed him, and now he was gone.
Slowly, she sank down onto her knees, touching the magical book. It opened on its own accord, the pages flipping as though a wind had risen and was blowing through them. Her eyes were fixed on the book as the pages stopped moving and came to rest. She inched closer, peering at the book warily, as if it would do something to hurt her. No… it already had. It had already hurt her by not allowing her to save Fiyero.
But, she realised as she read over the pages of the book that were before her right now, she might be wrong about that. She grew more and more excited with every word she read, even though a voice in her mind sternly warned her not to get her hopes up. She ignored the voice. This was a last resort. Fiyero was gone and she didn't care about anything anymore; the worst thing that could happen if she cast the spell was nothing, and if nothing would happen, she'd just find another way. She'd try something else. Because she wasn't giving up. She wouldn't, she couldn't give up. With him gone, she had nothing to lose, and so she was willing to try anything.
'Voluh Nahmen Tempus Ir, Iterum Seh Tempus Nahmen Salvum Vita!'
A real chapter will probably be up later tonight :). Please review!