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The second italicized segment is taken DIRECTLY from the book. Gregory Maguire gets full credit for that.
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Book-verse
NOTE: To everybody reading my other story, 'Don't Leave Me', it is paused while I undergo some major writers block. I'll be writing this one for a bit until I can overcome it :)
The young woman's eyes snapped open, blinking rapidly to try and adjust to the darkness that surrounded her as she felt, somewhat panicked, for the form of her lover. Perhaps it had been a bad dream, for she had been asleep, but for whatever reason, she was feeling around the bed for him.
His arms closed around her slender frame from behind, his face in the place where neck meets shoulder. He wordlessly held her, and she turned around in his arms, kissing his lips softly, then merely holding him in her own arms as though reassured.
It was a strong love, a true love. They were meant for each other, meant to be. Theirs was a deep love that would not die.
x
The witch shrieked, in panic, in disbelief. That even now the would should twist so, offending her once again: Elphaba, who had endured Sarima's refusal to forgive, now begged by a gibbering child for the same mercy always denied her? How could you give such a thing out of your own hollowness?
She was caught, twisting, trying, full of will, but toward what? A fragment of the brush of the broom fluttered off, and lit on her skirt, and there was a run of flames in her lap, eating up the dryest tinder in the Vinkus. "Oh will this nightmare never end," screamed Dorothy, and she grabbed at a bucket for collecting rainwater that, in the sudden flare-up of light, had come into view. She said, "I will save you!" and she hurled the water at the Witch.
An instant of sharp pain before the numbness.
x
The numbness lasted for Oz knows how long. It could have been hours, years seconds… any amount of time. Elphaba could still think in her deathly state, and found it odd she could do so. But there was no afterlife, and Elphaba knew that, so she accepted the numb state as what she would experience forever.
It was a surprise when she opened her eyes.
Elphaba hadn't tried, they had just… opened. On their own. Nothing was in focus, however, and Elphaba had to reach up and touch her eyes to make sure that they were indeed open. There was only a whiteness, no shapes, for the time being.
All of a sudden, after Elphaba had momentarily lain where she had woken up, it was as though a switch was flipped, and everything jolted into focus.
Elphaba was in a field of grass, and as she stood up to look around, she noticed that it seemed to go on for miles. A small smile played at the emerald woman's lips as she remembered thinking to herself, many years ago, that drowning in the grass would be a perfect way to die.
Getting to her feet slowly, Elphaba frowned, turning in a complete circle as she looked around for any sign of life.
Placing verdigris hands on her hips, Elphaba began to think. She had just been doused in collected rainwater thrown by a female child, and yet she was moving about and breathing in. Her heart was certainly beating (and as she thought this a hand came up to double-check. Hell, she was even dry. Elphaba couldn't have lived through that - not with her severe allergy to water.
But at the same time, there was no afterlife. At least not for Elphaba, who sure as hell didn't have a soul. Didn't one need to possess a soul in order to stand a chance at being given an afterlife? Of course.
But before Elphaba could figure this strange occurrence out, she suddenly became aware of a presence behind her. Whoever, whatever, it was had just shifted and given themselves away.