Author Note: This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction so just tell me what you think and please don't be too harsh, I might not be strong enough to take it. Constructive advice is highly prefered, ex:"Geesh, Elpharose, I think you should just stick to reading and commenting instead of writing." or "I think you should improve your grammar." etc.
It all started in English class, my hand just got bored and decided to persuade my pen to write something. So, here it is. It may turn into a multi-chapter story or it may not. I can't guarantee a regular update 'cause the finals are coming up(sigh), but I'm certain there will be more for the time being.
I would like to thank LittleMissDelirious and musicalvampirelove for encouraging me to write. They are both amazing writers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked or any of its characters. I don't own Elphaba, Fiyero or Glinda because that would be slavery and it's wrong.
That night, when the furious Ozians broke into their castle at Kiamo Ko, when that wretched little farm girl threw Elphaba's very own bucket of water at her, when she fell right through that trapdoor according to Fiyero's plan, breaking three ribs and tearing an ankle tendon in the process, when she watched Glinda clutch that hat she treasured to her chest and soak it with tears, when Glinda picked herself up and put on a strong front to announce the news of her best friend's death, Elphaba knew it was all over.
Even in the immense pain caused by the injuries she had just obtained, there was nothing she wanted more than to climb out of that trap, take her friend in her arms and tell her everything's fine. To look into her sapphire eyes glittering with tears, sooth her disheveled blond curls and kiss her on the forehead. Tell her the truth and hope for her understanding and forgiveness. Tell her how much she loved her as a friend and how hard it was for them to do this. Let her know that this was for their own good, however hard it was to believe, and say their last goodbyes. Elphaba knew she would be haunted by nightmares for the rest of her life if she didn't get up and put her want into action; however, the moment she tried to sit up, sharp pain shot through her body. She felt heat throbbing in her torso and ankle. After numerous useless struggles, Elphaba let out a frustrated sigh and collapsed back onto the ground.
Watching Chistery hand the green bottle of elixir to Glinda from under the slightly ajar trap door, the green woman debated internally in desperation, trying to come up with reasons to persuade herself that she was doing the right thing, that this painful heartbreak had to happen in order to keep the three of them safe, that it was better to let grief and remorse gnaw her friend from the inside than turning the Ozians against her and letting the Good Witch be burnt along with herself and the Scarecrow.
After what seemed like an eternity, Glinda finally left in her bubble, casting one last glance at the site of her friend's execution. "Glinda," Elphaba mouthed, "please understand, Oz would be a better place without me." Her hoarse whispers turned into quiet sobs, leaving angry burn marks on her cheek. She had no idea how much time she spent in that dark, cramped cell. When her sobs turned into slow, deep breaths and when she was finally able to think again, the trapdoor swung wide open suddenly, which made her jump, revealing the relieved face of her love. She squinted at the light outside and frowned at the pain elicited by her sudden motion and attempted once more to get up slowly, this time succeeding a little.
"Fae, are you alright?" Fiyero asked worriedly and carefully picked his wife up, stepping out of the trap and putting her down on the floor beside him. She immediately gathered him over for a hug and gasped slightly when his straw made body came in contact with her broken ribs.
"What is it?"
"I think I broke a few ribs and probably tore some tendons in my ankle. Other than that, I'm fine."
"No, you're not. I know what these mean." Fiyero gently caressed the red trails on her cheeks with his clothed hands, detecting the guilt and regret in her chocolate eyes.
"Don't do this to yourself, Fae. It's not your fault."
"I can't...I couldn't...Glinda...I should have...I..." Elphaba started hyperventilating, unable to catch her breath.
"Breathe, Fae, breathe, that's right, breathe for me, okay, it's alright, everything's alright." Fiyero took her hand in his stuffed one and stroked her cheek, pushing a strand of raven hair behind her ear with the other. As her breathing slowed, she nodded slightly and gazed into Fiyero's eyes.
"We've been through this, Fae. Remember that night in the forest, we promised to stay safe for each other? I almost broke that promise, if not for you. I can't afford to lose you again. This is the only way for us to stay alive and together. You can't blame yourself for this."
"I know, Yero. I just wish that Glinda could know we're alive, only she has to know..."
"No, she can't know, not if we want to be safe."
They came to the conclusion that Oz was no longer the place for them to stay. Leaving was the only option left.
"I remember there was a spell on the last page of the Grimmerie, it was written in green ink, something about going back to where the book belongs, some place called Earth." Elphaba said, remembering the spell.
"Do you remember how it goes? Are you strong enough to cast it?" Fiyero asked eagerly, feeling hope lit up.
"Arrocaflascopateleka manichlouvaresta..." Elphaba mumbled the spell under her breath, recalling her memory, too weak to do anything else. Slowly, but steadily, an orange mist emanated from her hands, still being held tightly in Fiyero's. The stone walls around them started shaking, the curtains danced in the strong wind, the floor tilted and all the furniture crashed onto one side, everything in sight crumbled and melted in green light. Fiyero threw a worried glance at Elphaba, but the green woman just kept on chanting with her eyes closed. As their surroundings slowly faded into nothing, the pair was engulfed by a bright, white light, and that was the last thing they knew.
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