AUTHOR NOTES: hey, it's me again, I still don't own WIcked, anything or anyone related to Wicked or anything or anyone with a copyright. Here's some things you should know:
1) This is only my second wicked fic
2) I'm completely fascinated with the character of Liir
3) Which means I probably should mention that this more book based
4) That's most likely because I have seen the musical
5) Although I do know everything that happens in the musical (so there will be bits that lean more musical)
6) The first chapter is from LIIR'S POV, but I'm still unsure if any other chapters will be
7) Please READ AND REVIEW
8) Im rather enjoy numbered list
9) that's about it
10)so on with the story...
Dearest Liir,
I am ever so sorry to do this to you. I just can not handle this, I have to go and leave you. You always were stronger than I was. I know you will do what is right by it much better than I ever could. There is no one truly to blame. This was beyond both of us. So this Good bye, my sweet Liir, may the Unnamed God bless you and keep you forever safe. All my undying love.
Tiyhna
I don't care how many times I've read in the last fifteen minutes since finding the scribbled note. I want to blame someone. Ihave to blame someone for what has happened between Tiyhna and I. Ihave to blame someone for taking away the last five years I've worked so hard to gain and throw it right back in my face. That is Life for you.
Five years ago I got the chance to start with out anyone knowing my beginning when my Mother, if you could call her that (although we were making progress), went off and got her self melted. So I ran free of the chains tying me to Kiamo Ko and my former self. I found my sister, made sure she was safe and then I ran some more...right into Tiyhna. She was my everything...and now she's no longer mine all because of...
I blame it.
I blame Tiyhna.
I blame me.
I blame my Mother.
I blame who ever made my Mother the way she was.
Thecolor she was.
The colorit is.
Speaking of It...it like it knows I'm talking about it...it's crying now...only a day old and it is already over demanding...
It. It. It.
Is this a way afather is supposed to speak of his...da...child.
A child, if you can call it that.
A child, that's how Ishould call it.
The angry side of me, the side a most likely inherited from my mother, just wishes to ignore it. However, every person, has two side and my other side kind of likes the green hue. That must be what I've recieved from my father, although I'll never know. It ithis side of me, the side that hasgrown without ever having met the man, that leads me to it...her...Rehmehya...I decide. Rehmehya, the Quox word for all will come in time.
Subconsciencely I reach my hand out to touch the black hair.
"I quess I'm you Papa little girl."
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