Elphaba's creamy chocolate eyes glowed in the darkness. She had finally separated herself from the thought of Glinda, Nessa & Fiyero.
She was hiding away in her castle in Kiamo Ko. She's been safe here for years, she just doesn't know how much longer she'll stay. She's thought about turning herself in to the Wizard and his press secretary.. Madame Morrible. She loathed the very thought of that fish.
That fish is the very reason she is viewed the way she is. Morrible is the one who told all of Oz she was the Wicked Witch. Even though Morrible is the one who wanted Elphaba to mutate the monkeys to give them wings.
"If only I could tell all Oz the truth.." Elphaba thought aloud. But shortly after she had said that, there was a slight shift in front if her. It was a figure.. A man's figure, though it looked distorted.
"Elphaba?" The figure muttered.
Elphaba sat back deeper into the dark, wrapping herself into her cloak, shivering slightly. She remained silent.
"Elphaba!" The figure said louder. She still remained silent.
"Elphaba, please! I know you're there! It's me, Fiyero. You're Yero!" She heard that and spoke at once, staying in the same position, only lifting her head out of her cloak to be heard clearly. "Not possible!" She exclaimed, "Fiyero's dead! He was beat by the Gale Force, and it's all because of me!"
"No, Elphaba. It's me! Really! You saved me! You did! Come, see for yourself!" Fiyero confessed.
"Not possible!" Elphaba said again. "I couldn't have saved you. I didn't even finish the spell-"
"FAE!" Fiyero shrieked. Silence fell, the cold air wafting, making Elphaba's shaky breath visible in the dark.
Her eyes went shifty and dark. She couldn't believe her ears, the sound of his voice stuck with her. She suddenly turned her head toward Fiyero. He saw that she was looking at him, and he talk towards her. He knelt in front of her, placing a sewn, gloved hand on her flushed green face. She hesitated at first, then nuzzled her her cheek in his hand. Her glossy chocolate eyes looked up to his, and at that moment she knew it was him.
"Oh Fiyero!" She threw her arms around his neck, nearly knocking him over in the process. Tears streamed down her face. Those tears were built up from all the guilt and resent, all coming out now.
"Fae, Fae.." Fiyero gripped the back of her head in his hand. There on his knees, Fae in arms, he finally felt some relief. For months now, this is what he'd been longing for. His Fae, the one who saved him. And he, in determination, saved her too.