A/N: Wicked characters, plays, and books do not belong to me! You hear me? Good!
Journal 2
So we are now 2 days out of Oz, and I must say, mud sucks. I hate it! It's everywhere! Oh and remember that rain I told you about in the last entry? Yeah, it hasn't stopped. Poor Fiyero has to ring himself out every few hours, and that takes at least an hour, so we're losing time because of that. I don't blame him. He can't help that he's a scarecrow, I could have done something else to save him but with the Grimmerie you never know. Just a few syllables and poof scarecrow, or shrinking heart tin man (sorry Boq!)
I've been keeping my eyes peeled for that child attached to my rightful shoes. So far I can't seem to find her anywhere, I wonder if the Wizard killed her? Well either way no harm no foul. We met an old farmer while we were walking and he offered us each an apple from his bag because "you look about as ill as all hell" at that I thought that he saw my greenness, but he was actually staring at Fiyero, who had lost some stuffing and was weak from continuous walking.
That brings me to my other point, I don't have my broom! If I had my broom we could have just flown out of Oz on a cloudy night so to avoid being seen. But no, I had to leave it in Fiyero's other castle. To make matters worse, I can't even bewitch another tree branch to fly because I gave The Grimmerie to Glinda! I'm not saying it was a stupid thing to do, I'm sure she's using it to make good out of all the bad that the Wizard did. I hope she got my note between some of the pages to let the Animals talk and have rights and ride the train and teach.
Oh Fiyero is soaked through! I have to go help him ring himself out. I'll update when this insufferable rain stops.
Fresh Dreams,
Elphaba