Disclaimer: Wicked is the property of Gregory Maguire and the Creative Team of the musical.
Kluro Ko, Seiil, and Aiyer are my creations.
"This is as far as I can take you, Your Goodness," The carriage stopped abruptly, jolting the lone passenger.
"Thank you," She descended in a hurry, "I won't be long." With that she turned onto the footpath, scepter in one hand and a short letter she had written just in case in the other.
A small bridge with an upward slant lead to the heavy doors. On one side the grounds. The other: sheer cliff leading to the small valley bellow. With each step the castle seemed to rise out of the rocks. Indeed it was right on the edge. Taking a deep breath she held the paper in her teeth and yanked the long cord. With a deep breath she stepped back.
Deep, rich tones echoed forth. She could feel them; it only proved to make the atmosphere more eerie. The fog did nothing to help. She swallowed a little lump. Of what? Remorse? Nerves? At this point there was no way to tell. As she waited she rehearsed what she needed to say, reminded herself to be strong, not to cry. If only she had just mailed the letter. Instead of convincing herself she needed to tell them herself.
"Who is it?" A female voice with a harsh yet sing-songy tone to it called.
"Glinda the Good. I ha-"
"Oh Miss Glinda! Do come in," A stout graying woman opened the door just wide enough that she may enter. "What brings you to our humble abode?" She chuckled after, clearly aware of the presence of the castle. "Welcome to Kluro Ko."
"Mrs. Tigelaar..." Glinda tried to begin.
"Please, call me Baxianna." A kind smile. His smile.
"Yes, Baxianna." She gave a short, sincere nod, "I'm very sorry but... I have some bad news..."
The smile dropped and was replaced by a hand. "What? What has happened?"
"Fiyero... he..." the words failed her.
"Please...I need to know. He is-was?-my child."
"He involved himself with dangerous politics..." She shook her head, "I'm sorry. That's what I was told to say, but I know there is so much more." With that she composed herself to begin again, "Fiyero was the Captain of the Guard...and my fiance for a while. He never seemed happy. At least not until she came back..."
"She who?"
"My old roommate. He ran off with her and it made me furious! I wished horrible things on them. I didn't mean to...oh please don't think I meant to... I put her sister to death. Fiyero... he saved her. But I couldn't save him. What good does it do to be called the Good if the Guards won't listen to me? I'm sorry." Glinda looked at her hands.
"How...?"
"They beat him...demanded to know where she went. He loved her. He was loyal to her."
Baxianna gasped and in the haze before a sob demanded to know, "And his body? Is it whole?"
"Yes, they did not dismember him." She felt cold and distant in that moment.
"At least he will find peace then," Fiyero's mother dropped to her knees and let out a piercing wail.