That night, Fiyero camped out in the forest. When he woke the next morning, the bar tender's words came back to him in a rush. 2 weeks by foot, 4 days by horse. Fiyero didn't have that long. He suddenly remembered the broom. He dug it out of the bush.
"Um...fly." he tried when he had it lying in front of him on the ground. Nothing happened "Fly." Fiyero said more defiantly, he was feeling genuinely stupid. The broom shuddered on the ground, but didn't rise, "FLY!" Fiyero said, noticing that the more confident, the better response from the broom. The broom rose so that it was about 3 feet off the ground. Fiyero got on hesitantly.
"Take me to the Emerald City." he commanded, feeling even more stupid. The broom rose, Fiyero was in the tree tops now, grinning widely at his accomplishments, "I said, take me to the Emerald City!"Fiyero said. The broom quivered and shot up into the clouds. Fiyero held on tightly as the broom spun until it was facing a certain direction. The broom swiveled in the air for a moment like a compass, then finding its direction, shot forward. Within 10 minutes, Fiyero could see the Emerald City rising through the mist. He felt happy at first, then he realized getting there wasn't the last thing he'd have to accomplish. Riding Elphaba's broom to the Emerald City wasn't going to get him to her. The broom started to swoop down, until it landed in the woods of the Emerald City. Fiyero stashed the broom in a bush and set into the city, determination was set in his face, he would not be stopped, he would save Elphaba.
