Prologue
The couple stepped cautiously towards the gigantic doorway that led into the magical Clock of the Time Dragon. Just before she stepped inside, the young woman threw one last look behind her at the fair-haired woman in the blue ball gown, who couldn't see her, who would never even know she was alive.
"Because I knew you….I have been changed…." The two old friends sang a duet one last time-the one who would never know, and the one who would never forget.
"Goodbye, Galinda…." she whispered, a tear threatening to spill past her dark eyelashes onto her emerald green face. She wiped it away hurriedly with her sleeve before it could fall to her cheek, and took the hand of the man standing beside her with a firm resolve. He gave her fingers a light squeeze, and together they stepped through the doorway.
The world erupted with swirls of color and flashes of light. She held on tightly to her companion, but was soon torn from his grasp by a sudden gust of wind. She screamed, calling out his name, but there was no answer. He was gone.
Fiyero!
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"Did you hear that?" The boy asked, black curls flying as he whipped around to face his father.
"Hear what, Jeremy?" he replied absent-mindedly, scrubbing a pan. "Cinderella!" He called, "Can you get sugar, honey, and some more flour when you go to market tomorrow?"
"I heard a voice! It was calling someone…I think. It wasn't a name I've ever heard before…"
"What name, sweetheart?" Cinderella floated into the room, carrying a sack of laundry and setting it by the door.
"Fi…" He struggled to remember. "Fiy…Fiyero."
"Are you sure it wasn't your imagination, darling? Are you feeling okay?" She asked, coming over and putting her hand on the boy's forehead.
He waved her hand away, scowling. "I'm fine, Cinderella. I'm okay."
His father laughed. "It's time for bed now, go on."
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Leaves. Everywhere. They were smothering her. She sat up, and found herself in a thickly wooded forest. She looked up and just caught a glimpse of the moon for a moment before a cloud covered it. The trees seemed to look down at her with a feeling of curiosity…that could quickly and remorselessly change to malevolence if she ever stepped wrong. Looking around, she could see no sign of Fiyero. She clenched her fists, steeling herself against the torrent of emotions hailing down upon her mind. Could life get any worse? She thought to herself. Then it started to rain.
Yes, she thought as she ran, life could get worse.
--------------------------------------------------------A/N: Hello, all, HaylieJack here. Just a couple things people might like to know: first of all, just so everyone knows, I used a kind of mix of the Wicked book and the Wicked musical. Mostly the book, but bits and pieces of both. Second, the Into the Woods universe is set 15 years after the musical takes place.