A/N; Hi guys! I'm Lexa and I am in LOVE with Wicked. This is my first story here.
If you read the summary, then you should have a pretty good idea of what the story will be like. But I'll give you the first few paragraphs from the first chapter. If you like the idea, please review!
This is not the first chapter, so please don't think it is! The other chapters will be at least 3 times as long as this, so don't fret! This is simply giving you an idea of the story, and what it will be about.
WARNING; There are spoilers in this story! Please do not read if: You have not seen the musical (and you're seeing it soon) and would not like it spoiled, if you don't plan on seeing the musical but still don't want it spoiled, or if you don't like Wicked.
But if you don't care, by all means PLEASE read ;D
DISCLAIMER; I own absolutely nothing except the plotline. Believe me, if I owned Wicked so many things would be different.
"Elphaba, help me!" Fiyero said weakly, his voice crackling in pain. It was getting harder and harder to speak. His limbs always seemed stiff, his eyesight seemed to be dimming, and his lungs refused to breath properly. It felt like he was being strangled--like someone had wrapped a thick hand around his neck, and was now refusing to let go. He found himself enjoying the heat outside; corn had become his favorite food, and he found a new loathing for crows. Oh how he hated those large black birds who loved to cackle in his face and fly off!
But right now, all he could think of was the stiffening in his legs and the constricting feeling in his throat. He lay on a rough straw bed (which he found very uncomfortable and almost offensive) with Elphaba hovering over him. A worried look creased her green face, her dark eyes clouded with confusion. What was happening to him? Suddenly it all clicked together in her mind.
It was a few years after Elphaba had supposedly "melted" from the water Dorothy had thrown at her. The whole land of Oz thought her dead, except for her love, Fiyero. They had run away, hiding in thick woods far, far away from the Emerald City. By day they would gather nuts, berries, and take care of the crop they had planted (Elphaba had gone strictly vegetarian after finding out that all Animals had lost power to speak. Some had been throw out and forced to live in the wild, and she was always fearful of eating a transformed Animal.), and by night they would snuggle in bed and tell each other stories of their old life, and rumors they had heard that day about the lives of others. They were living a very content life, happy away from the prying eyes of others. Elphaba especially. But then Fiyero started to grow stiff. He seemed less aware of the world around him.
"Please, Fiyero, don't worry." Elphaba whispered to him, stroking his straw hair. It used to feel soft and lush, like his old hair. But lately it had turned to prickly bristles. "I'm trying, I am." Elphaba sighed and stood up from her seat at the side of the bed. She had been there a lot lately.
The problem wasn't Fiyero. And the problem wasn't that she didn't know what was wrong with him—in fact, she did know: he was turning into a real Scarecrow— no, it wasn't that. The problem was that she knew how to help him.
And how exactly would she do that? By gathering a few herbs and reading a simple "give life" spell that was in the Grimmerie. And who had the Grimmerie?
You guessed it: Glinda.
A/N; So if you guys find this idea interesting, then pleasepleasepleasePLEASE review! I'm sorry to say that favoriting or alerting this story will not be enough. I really hope you review!
TO ALL THE READERS: I am very busy right now, and I may not update every day. I will try to get a new chapter up once a week, but that might not happen always. Once summer starts, though, I will update a whole lot more frequently! So just ALERT this story, review (of course), and sit tight!