Chapter 3.

Rifiuto: Non Miriena

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"Now, he moved into the woods, prepared to fight the witch. He wandered for days, searching for a small cottage. Days turned into nights, weeks passed. He stopped at a small stream or brooke every once in a while, before stopping to rest near a tree. He slept, soundly, for days. It was only when cold water splashed over him that he awoke--"

"Well that doesn't sound very interesting. Where's the action? And the death? And the kidnapping?"

"Would you hush? The second half of the story has all the action in it."

"So this is a filler?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Silence.

"Thank you. Now, when-"

"Who in Oz inserts a filler into a fairytale? That is the stupidest--"

"Elphaba!"

"Sorry."

"May I continue?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. Now, as I was say," He glanced at her, making sure she kept her mouth shut, before continuing.

"It was only when cold water splashed over him that he awoke to see a beautiful young woman with long, thick, ebony hair and dark eyes."

He stroked her hair as he spoke, and she moaned in satisfaction, before raising her head and kissing him. Her dark eyes burned into his, and she smiled at him.

"Take me, Yero."

He smiled at her, gently cupping her cheek before kissing her. He wasn't sure if her asking for him to take her virginity was supposed to be a compliment or a temporary bout of insanity. Then, he pulled her back to his chest, stroked her hair again, and continued with the story.

"She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen- black hair, brown eyes, and green skin. Slowly, he sat up. 'I'm sorry to distrub your sleep, but you were in my lettuces, Sir.' She said, setting the bucket down. He climbed to his feet, brushing the hair from his eyes. 'I.....I'm sorry.' He said. She nodded, and turned, going towards the cottage he now saw. 'Well, are you coming?' Starting, he followed, entering the cottage. It was a nice little cottage, big enough for two people. Once the door closed behind him, he turned, to see the woman standing at the stove. 'Um, I hate to disturb you, but, what's your name?' Without turning, she answered, 'Elfleda. And yours?' By then, she had turned, setting two cups of tea on the table, and motioning for him to sit.

'Thank you. I'm Firji.' She nodded, as they sat. They sipped their tea in silence, before Firji asked, 'You wouldn't happen to know of a witch that lives in this cottage in the heart of the woods, would you? She's been terrorizing the fairies.' 'That depends. What do you want with this witch?' Elfleda asked. He sighed. 'I have.....to kill her.' She nodded, before getting up and going to the stove. He watched her. 'I'm sorry I've upset you.' He said.

'It's not that. It's just that I know your witch personally.' 'Really?' 'Yes.' 'How do you--' She turned at that moment. 'I'm your witch.'