Disclaimer: I do not own Pan's Labyrinth or Wicked.
Elphaba blinked twice. Was that light green lump off in the distance there before? She shrugged her shoulders and started to walk away but Fieyero pulled her back.
"Let's just check what it is to be safe," he said.
"But Yer-," Elphaba started but Fieyero immediately shushed her. He looked back to the figure in the field.
"I thought I saw something moving," he noted. "It'll only be a short while Elphie. Then we can get going."
Elphaba nodded. Quietly the two moved through the tall green blades closer and closer to the mysterious object in the grass. As they were getting closer, they discovered that the figure was in fact moving.
"Yero, I'm not sure what-,"
"Ssshh! I think I hear breathing."
"Me too. Is it an Animal?"
"No. It sounds human. Like…a child."
The breathing became a little bit louder as they moved closer. After they removed the last of the tall grass blades in front of them, they gasped in horror of the sight that lay on the earth below.
"It was a child!", Fieyero exclaimed. "Oh my Oz! All of that blood!" Fieyero knelt closer to the child. Noticing the dress and the hair pin, he figured out the child was a girl who appeared to be about nine or ten years old. Blood oozed out from her stomach and her nostrils. Elphaba, feeling nauseous, began to step backwards into the blades. Fieyero turned around just as she was.
"Where are you going?", he demanded.
"I can't…no…we can't," she replied, stuttering.
"She's dying Elphie! We can't just leave her here!"
"I just…I can't do it."
"Elphaba…"
"Everything good I've tried to do, I've always made worse. I don't want the girl to die as much as you do, but I'm done trying to do anymore good for anybody."
"That's not true Elphie! You have done good. You saved me! And if you have the power to save me, you have the power to save her!"
"Fieyero it's-"
"No excuses!"
Elphaba knelt down besides Fieyero. The girl could barely open her eyes. Her chest ever so slightly moved now. The fresh blood still flowed from the wound. Elphaba sensed the feeling of guilt and a silver tear began to roll down her cheek. The girl was so young. By all prospects in this universe her life had just began. And here she was, lying on the ground bleeding to death.
"Oh Oz! Why?", Elphaba stated as another tear fell out of her other eye.
She knew now that she had to save her. The girl did not deserve to die, not like this. Why should any child have to die? She had to save her, but without the Grimmerie, which now resided with Glinda, the right spell was not in front of her. Wiping away her tears, she turned to Fieyero.
"I don't know what spell to use," she said quietly. Fieyero put a hand on her shoulder.
"It'll come Fabala," he encouraged her by using the childhood nickname she told him about. "It'll come."
Taking a huge deep breath, Elphaba placed her hand on the little girl's forehead. She tried her hardest to remember the spell.
"Think Elphie! Think! Think!", she mumbled to herself. "Try and remember!"
Ruffling sounds where heard off in the fields on the other side of Kiamo Ko. Fieyero became nervous and started to shake violently.
"Hurry up Elphie!", he whispered desperately.
"I've got it!", she exclaimed and she began to chant the spell over the dying girl's face. A round metal bullet lay on the blood-soaked earth. The girl's eyes opened wide and she gave a wheezing breath. Elphaba let out a sigh of relief. The girl moved her head up and the two sets of eyes met each other. Elphaba put her hand on the girl's shoulder. Fieyero moved by her side.
"It's okay little one," he spoke softly trying hard not to scare her. The girl panted and slipped back to unconsciousness.
"Oh no!", he stated.
"She'll be fine," Elphaba reassured him. The ruffling noises became louder.
"Let's go now dear!"
"I'll carry her Yero."
Elphaba wrapped her right arm around the girl's shoulders and her left arm under her knees and lifted her up. The girl's head moved inward towards the middle of her chest.
"Come on let's go!", Fieyero shouted.
And off they ran, right when a mob of Ozians from the Emerald City began to start a fire to Kiamo Ko Castle. After they ran deep into the woods, they found an open patch in the middle to set up camp. The last they saw of Kiamo Ko Castle was the colors of orange and yellow around the black outline.
Fieyero laid a blanket on the patch of dirt and Elphaba gently laid the girl on top of it, supporting her head as she lay her down. At the same time, Fieyero ripped off a long piece of his shirt and wrapped it around the little girl's wound. He then grabbed a pile of sticks and Elphaba started the fire with a simple spell. Then she went back to tending the girl. She took a wet cloth and wiped away the dried blood from the girl's face, neck, and hands. When she was done, she could see that she was a very pretty little girl. She appeared to have a little bit of a baby face, but her facial features had a sharp definition to them nonetheless. She also bore wavy, short, dark hair that slightly curled at her cheeks. Elphaba felt relieved that the she was going to be alright but she just couldn't understand where the girl came from and why someone wanted to kill her because the wound on her abdomen was not accidental. She turned over to shortly gaze at Fieyero was already asleep on the other side of the fire.
Suddenly, the girl stirred. Elphaba gave a quiet gasp then put her hand over her mouth. The girl stopped stirring and fell asleep again. Elphaba exhaled as quietly as she could. Carefully, she brushed away a piece of hair from the girl's face. She looked peaceful, like a little angel. Elphaba felt as if she could stare at her all night. She set a blanket in the middle of the girl and Fieyero. As she laid down on her back she heard a faint melody coming from the girl. She was humming. It was something that she had never heard before, but it was very beautiful, and yet somehow bittersweet at the same time. Elphaba figured out that this tune must be a lullaby because she soon found herself drifting off to sleep.
Knowing that it was the only comfort in this strange place, little Ofelia turned over on her side and kept humming the lullaby to keep herself calm. After about an hour, she stopped and slept, trying to recall the short-lasting images that were imprinted in her mind.