Note: I don't own Wicked, but I do own a few characters. I own Rhian, Caraline, Madame Margaret, and I also own the name Aradin. Please do not steal them, as I have worked very hard on the characters, the plot, and this whole story.

This story was inspired by the story Elphaba's Son. After reading it, I thought it would be neat to go 14 years into the future, but with a little twist; Liir doesn't know a thing about Oz and he's living in a strange place called New York...Ever heard of New York?

Anyway, I've worked on this for quite some time, and I hope you all enjoy it.

Thank you for your consideration.

"You're almost there, Elphie! Just one more push!"

Utter screams came from a green-skinned woman. Sweat pouring down her face, which felt as if to her like someone was placing a hot coal to her skin. She didn't know what pain was worse; the pain of giving birth or the burning of her flesh. Most likely the pain she felt from birth may have been stronger. Who knows?

All became silent after...But not for long.

"Oh my Oz, it's a boy!"

Elphaba placed her head on the pillow that was on her bed.

"It's over..." She thought. "It's finally over..."

"You did well, Fabala." Fiyero told her as he held the just-born baby in his arms. "You did well."

"I'm just glad it's finally over..." Elphaba sighed in relief.

"I know what you mean."

"You weren't the one in labor for five hours!"

"Maybe I don't know what you mean...Anyway, what are we-"

"We can't keep him."

Fiyero looked at her shockingly at his wife's comment. Why would Elphaba not want to keep her child?

"Why can't we keep him?" Fiyero dared to ask.

"Fiyero, I just know for a fact that he cannot stay here..."

"We could try to live near the Emerald City, if that is what-"

"He cannot stay in Oz!"

"Where are we going to-Oh no...You're not thinking of sending him to that Kansas place, are you?"

"It is our only hope."

"We might never see him again..."

"But if we do...We'll know how to find him."

Elphaba chanted a small spell, making an emerald green 'W' on the boy's left hand.

"This mark is equivalent to my skin." Elphaba explained. "Water will make it burn. That is how we'll know."

"When are we-" Fiyero began to ask.

"At tomorrow's light." Elphaba answered quickly.