DISCLAIMER: in the first chapter...
A/N: Ah... the true beginnig is upon us, my fellow fans. Tell me waht you think!!
CHAPTER 7: Goodbye is such sad sorrow
Elphaba had never been a tactile person.
It was probably due to the fact that so few people had dared touch her, since the day she had been born. She was simply not used to it. Even Nessa avoided it most of the time. Now, though, Galinda's arms wrapped around her waist tightly, she could safely say that hugging wasn't so bad after all.
"I can't believe how much I am going to miss you…" The blonde's perfect face was streaked with tear tracks, mascara running a bit at the corners. At her words, Elphaba chuckled.
"Yeah…who would have thought?"
One final hug, single suitcase in hand, a wave to her seemingly indifferent sister sitting off to the side and Elphaba boarded the train to the West. For a long hour, she watched numbly as green meadows flew by her window, a remainder of all she had been forced to leave behind.
I have arranged an appropriate marriage to a Vinkan.
Then, the sadness was replaced by anger.
As the light diminished, the sun setting in the horizon, Elphaba's fists clenched and her jaw set. She ran through her mind all the things she wished she could say to her father. Foul words she had never even spoken out loud before, threats and demands. When she finally ran out of things to say, Elphaba imagined herself running away to the Emerald City and disappearing amid undistinguishable greens.
Remember, Elphaba, that your actions affect your sister's future.
Anger, however, cannot last indefinitely and soon, hers slipped away as the train slowed down in Red Sand, near the Gillikin River. All that was left within her, at that point, was resignation. There was no more dread, no more rage, no more sadness… There was just a complete lack of sensation that overcame her body.
Don't disappoint me.
It was in that semi-conscious and defeatist state that Elphaba boarded the carriage already awaiting her in the small city and continued her long journey to the unknown land of the Vinkus. The way she was seeing it, it would be more of a funeral than matrimony.
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On the other side of the Great Kells, on the castle of Kiamo Eiver, residence to the Vinkus Royal Family, Fiyero shared Elphaba's dark mood.
Non-negotiable, Fiyero.
The handsome Prince sat at his window, gazing out onto the Thousand Year Grassland in the distance. The night was clear and the moon shone brightly and Fiyero lost himself in ponderings.
Elphaba Thropp.
He knew she was most likely already on her way and he imagined how she would look. Green skin was pretty much all the information Fiyero had been provided with and the rest begged to his imagination. He saw her, in his mind, like an old witch with pointed nose and unruly hair, looking down on him with malice in her eyes.
He shuddered.
Logically, Elphaba couldn't really match the image he had created in his mind. She was, after all, a year younger than him. Also, at six foot five, it would be unlikely for the green girl to tower over the Vinkan, specially being a Munchkinlander. Logic, however, could not erase the creepy witch figure from his mind's eye.
"Fiyero?"
His head turned to the left where his mother stood, near the door. He offered her a small smile that was unable to really reach his beautifully blue eyes.
"Yes, Mother?"
"Don't be so down… Marriage is not so bad."
"To a stranger?" Brilly could see his point of view, understood it even, but there was nothing that could be done at that point. The girl was already on her way.
"We have to make the best of the things we cannot change, my dear."
"Oh, I know…"
The Queen loved her soon. There was little he could do to lose that love. And, he surely had done plenty in his short life. The malicious glint in his eyes as he said those words, though, made Brilly pause. Sweet Lurline, what had her son planned?
"Fiyero, please do not mistreat the poor girl, she had no involvement in this arrangement; like you had none either."
"Don't you worry, Mother. This will turn out to be beneficial to us both."
"Just… Promise you won't do anything you might come to regret later."
He didn't answer. The Price dropped a light kiss on his mother's cheek and left, no answer forthcoming. Brilly couldn't help the frown from blooming upon her brow.
Worry.
Oh, Fiyero…