A/N: Sorry, my computer went to hell and I just got it working a week ago, add that to the fact that I'm taking two college classes,I'm in Spanish Club (we're going to Costa Rica...hmm pretty senoritas) and I always have a ton of Physics homework...well,yeah. But no need to fret, updates will be happening a lot more often now! I swear on my Adam Pascal signed playbill.


Two men stared at each other, both of them Arjiki, adorned with blue diamond tattoos. Both of them badly scarred, burnt on the left side of the face in the same pattern. When one of the men blinked his sky blue eyes, the other did too.

Aequitas studied himself in the body length mirror, he was a strong man, apparently in his mid forties. His body was muscular and covered in whip scars, so many that it was nearly impossible to tell where one ended and the others began. They mingled with the diamond tattoos, creating what almost looked like a strange map, but no was sure the destination.

He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, concentrating. He muttered a few words in a strange language, and in an instant his total body was ablaze. He gave no scream of pain, the fire did not hurt him, he had been using this spell for years, and he still found it fitted him well. Like a phoenix, burning at death, taking away the pain and disgrace of life, and then reborn from the ashes as a king.

Knock, knock

The fire around Aequitas' body extinguished, and he turned to face the door. "Come in"

"Sir, it's the prisoner. She's just woken up" the young man said. His skin was tan and he was short for a man his age-then again,so were most of the people in his tribe-, only five feet and six inches, and his hair and eyes were dark; He was a Yunamata.

"Thank you, Koraz" Aequitas said.

"Yes sir" Koraz said with a bow and left the room.

Aequitas remained motionless for a second, he appeared to be thinking. A moment passed and he had left the room too.

X

Elphaba's eyes snapped opened, or at least she thought they did, it was so dark she wasn't sure if her eyes were open or if she were blind. Her head pounded painfully and her wrists and arms were sore. Her wrists felt as though someone were squeezing them tightly and her arms felt like they were being stretched too much. Elphaba had enough of her wits about her to know that the surface she was on was stone and that she was on her knees. She attempted to move her legs out from under her, but for some reason her legs were too heavy. She attempted to move her arms and heard the rattle of chains. That's when it hit her.

She was somebody's prisoner.

Elphaba's lack of sight and the rush of adrenaline had made her hearing keener, and she could easily hear the echo of approaching footsteps. Suddenly they stopped.

She heard a deep, male voice say "Lumeires" and in an instant the entire place was bathed with light.

Now Elphaba had a clear view of her surroundings. She was in some sort of dungeon, chained to a wall, her feet weighed down with iron spheres. It was a spacious room, not small and claustrophobic like most prison cells were. And her captor, as he appeared to be, was Arjiki.

"Elphaba, how are you?" he asked, approaching her.

"Who are you?" she asked, watching him closely.

"I have went by many names, now I am Aequitas, Bringer of Justice to the Vinkus"

"Why am I here? I've done nothing to you or the Arjiki and I've done nothing to harm the other tribes" Elphaba asked.

"I know you haven't, but I can't allow you to live. You see, whether you believe it or not, you are the Emerald Witch, foretold in the Great Prophecy to defeat me. Apparently I am misguided, but let me tell you, prophecy could not be more wrong about that" Aequitas said.

"Emerald Witch? What are you talking about?" the green woman demanded.

The Arjiki smiled, a smile that was both charming and terrifying all at the same time.

"The Emerald Witch, foretold about in the Great Prophecy the savior of Oz and the banisher of darkness. Of course there's the White Witch also, but it doesn't matter, without even one of you the Prophecy falls short. I'm not entirely sure where the White Witch is, nor do I know exactly who she is, but she might be alive, so I'm going to keep you my prisoner just in case"

"You're insane" the green witch spat.

"Perhaps, but this is for my country, my tribe, my family. Please understand, I'm doing this to restore justice. I won't kill you, no you might prove useful one day, and I promise you'll be well taken care of"

And with that, and another word in that strange language he had spoken earlier, he was gone.

"Hey"

Elphaba turned her head in the direction of voice, and peering through an open window was a Wolf.

"Listen, I know you who are" she said, and jumped down, landing on the stone floor with a thud.

"You do? Good, because now I'm not so sure myself. This whole Emerald Witch thing, is there any truth to it?" Elphaba asked.

"Yes, there is, I have the Great Prophecy with my own eyes, and it speaks of you" the Wolf replied.

"It does?"

"Well, it mentions a green witch, and how many of those have you seen around here?"

Elphaba sighed, she had gone from being the Wicked Witch of the West to being Oz's savior.

"Elphaba my name is Marna, and I want to help you. If there's anything you want me to do, anyone you want me to find I will"

Elphaba didn't have to think about who she wanted Marna to get, and she blurted it out as soon a Marna had finished speaking.

"Glinda"

"Okay, I will find Glinda the Good and bring her here" Marna promised.

"Thank you" Elphaba said.

Marna jumped, and hoisted her self back on the ledge before jumping again and disappearing from Elphaba's sight.