Hello readers,
I am sorry to those of you who were anticipating the continuation of my 2nd fan fiction, but after the Mark of Athena actually came out I got tired of writing it so it is being put on hold indefinitely.
This is a fan fiction I have always wanted to write and read! So if any of you have the same theme to one of your stories please tell me!
Hope you enjoy!
Cam3910
Elphaba
Elphaba looked over at her husband Fiyero. He was reading the newspaper we got weekly from Oz. The picture on the front cover seemed to be staring at her. The picture was one she had forgotten had even been taken. It was from their time in Shiz University, during the dance. Glinda- well "Galinda" at the time- had her arms bent at strange angles and her face was turned toward a younger version of herself in the same position. The heading was almost as alarming as the photo: "Glinda the Good?" They were questioning her. Elphaba knew it.
It had been 6 years after she lied to her best friend. Since she left Glinda in Kiamo Ko alone, but unknown to Fiyero she left a hint for Glinda. Her mother's green bottle. Fiyero would have a heart attack- or whatever the equivalent is for a scarecrow- if he knew. It wasn't that he didn't trust or love Glinda but if the Ozians found out that she knew we were alive, and didn't immediately call for our deaths, they would kill her or worse.
"Fiyero?"
"Hmm?" he answered not looking up from the article he was reading.
"Have you read the first article?" she asked frightened for her friend.
He sighed and put the news paper down. "Yes."
"What did it say?"
"They are starting to question her relationship with you in collage. Some munchkin found this photo and decided that Glinda the Good looked a little too happy to be dancing next to the Wicked Witch of the West," Fiyero might be made of straw and cloth now, but his expression still emitted concern for both of his beloved witches. True he did not love Glinda the way that he loved Elphaba but he still loved her.
"What was the reaction to that?"
"Not good," was all he said.
"Fiyero-"
"No. Elphaba I know what you are thinking and the answer is no." he said firmly.
"She needs me. She needs us, Fiyero please." She begged. This was a very rare thing for her but this was Glinda they were talking about. Her best friend. They had to help her.
"Elphaba…"
"No Fiyero we have to return. We have to go back to Oz."
"Glinda is a big girl now. She is the ruler of Oz. She can take care of herself Fae," he said trying his hardest to convince his stubborn wife.
"I know that! I do, but she is my best friend and I need to see that she is ok. Please Yero."
Fiyero set the news paper down to show her an announcement, "Alright, look at this. It says that Glinda the Good will make her annual speech at the North day Festival next Sunday. Here she will also answer any questions about the "Wicked Witch". We can go to this hidden and see how it goes."
"And if the worse happens?"
"We will cross that bridge when we get there."
Elphaba leaned across the table to give her loving husband a gentile kiss. "Thank you Fiyero," she whispered.
"Mmmhmm," he mumbled pulling her in for another passionate kiss.
In 7 days they would be returning to Oz for the first time in 6 years.
