The Wizard Of Wicked: I accept bribes in the forms of cupcakes, anything pink and sparkly, and 'Wicked' tickets!

I'mFlyingHighDefyingGravity: NO! Don't kill me off! Please!

Elphaba'sGirl: Point taken.

Elphaba Thropp of Fiyero: I'm not killing and kidnapping EVERYONE! Nothing happened to Galinda and Castie!


Fiyero ran as fast as he could. He didn't know how he escaped. All he remembered was waking up strapped to a chair, which wasn't his ideal way of waking up. He suddenly remembered what was happening and knew he had to get back to Elphaba. But being tied to a chair really didn't help things. He saw the guards who kidnapped him and growled.

"He's awake," one of them whispered.

The rest to all a big blur to Fiyero. He was running through the forest, dodging low tree branches and jumping over tree stumps. His left arm was killing him. He would get it checked out soon, but first he needed to find Elphaba. He stopped when he saw a large, grey, eerie looking building. He was sure Elphaba was in there. Sneaking inside, he soon found his way to the dungeons. Spotting the key ring on the far wall, he tiptoed over, but stopped when he saw a sleeping guard. Seeing a rifle laying beside him, Fiyero grabbed it and quickly hit the guard in the back of the head with the butt of the gun. Knocking him out and thinking quickly, he switched clothes with the guard in case anyone else showed up and grabbed the key ring and ran down the hall, searching for his wife.


Elphaba was lying on the floor, blood and bruises covering most of her body. Her breathing was shallow, almost as if every breath hurt her. Her head was pounding. Slowly opening her eyes, she forced herself into a sitting position. Her hands were no longer tied behind her back, thank Oz. She sat there in silence, listening to the water drip from a crack in the ceiling. She heard hard footsteps approaching her and she stiffened. Those soldiers were coming again.

The footsteps grew louder and louder until they stopped outside her cell door. Hearing the keys jingling in the lock, she inches further away from the door. The door slowly opened, and the footsteps stepped inside.

"What do you want?" Elphaba asked.

She felt the guard approach her and she moved away. "Get away from me!"

"Elphaba," the guard said.

Elphaba snarled, making the hair on the back of the guard's neck stand up.

"Elphaba," the guard repeated, kneeling beside her.

The guard put his hand on her cheek, but she slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!"

Trying once more, the guard grabbed Elphaba's hand to his face. He held his breath as Elphaba's fingers delicately traced over his face.

"Who are you?" Elphaba whispered, pulling her hand away.

"Fae, it's me. Fiyero."

"Y-You're lying."

"I… what?"

"You're lying. You're not Fiyero," Elphaba said, hot, angry tears quickly forming in her eyes.

Fiyero looked down. He still had the same feet, the same hands, and the same brainless head. "Fae, it's me."

"Don't you dare play these stupid games with me! Fiyero's dead! Don't you dare come to me claiming and pretending to be him!" Elphaba's voice was rising with every word she spoke.

"Fae, I would never play games with you like this," Fiyero whispered. "It really is me. The same Fiyero who found you in the Governor's Mansion, the same Fiyero who danced with you at the ball, and the same Fiyero…" Fiyero gulped before finishing. "The same Fiyero who had to wear a pink, frilly dress."

"W-Who told you those things?" Elphaba asked harshly.

"Pardon?" Fiyero asked.

"Who told you those things? Who helped you rehearse what to say to me?"

"No one told me anything, Fae. These are memories. I'm here to rescue you."

"Just shut up! Fiyero's dead. He's never coming back."

"Elphaba, I'm not dead," Fiyero insisted.

"Leave!" Elphaba shouted, conjuring up an energy ball.

Fiyero took a deep breath, knowing this was coming. "Elphaba, please. You must believe. I'm right here. I'm real. I'm alive. I'm not going anywhere without you. Please, believe and see me."

Elphaba obviously took that last comment the wrong way and slapped Fiyero across the face.

"Okay, I guess I deserved that," Fiyero said, realizing his mistake as he rubbed his sore cheek. "But, Fae…"

"Don't you call me that! That was… Fiyero's special name for me," Elphaba whispered.

"I'm right here, Fae. I'm never going to leave you."

"What's going on in here?" a loud voice bellowed.

Fiyero quickly wrapped a protective arm around Elphaba as the cell door swung open, slamming into the wall behind it. A large, round guard entered the room, a whip in one hand and a gun in the other. "I knew it."

Fiyero stood up and helped Elphaba to her feet. Surprisingly, Elphaba didn't protest, much to Fiyero's relief.

"It seems like there's only one way to do this now," the guard said, holding up his gun.

"You'll have to go through me first," Fiyero said, spinning Elphaba behind him and drawing his sword.

"Very well. Gun always beats sword anyway." He pulled the trigger.


Elisa snuck away from the palace under the cover of the night. Wearing a brown cloak to cover over her hair and nightgown, she made her way down to the dungeon. She knew who was down there and she needed her help.

It was easy for her to sneak into the dungeon and grab the key ring since the guard never did their jobs properly. Turning the corner down the corridor, she stopped in front of the last cell door. Slipping the key into the lock, she turned the key and the door opened. The person inside turned around and gave the princess of the Rose Kingdom a hard glare.

"What do you want?" the prisoner asked.

"Do you want to live or die?" Elisa asked, not appreciating the sarcasm.

The prisoner froze. "That's exactly what I thought," Elisa said, entering the cell and offering the prisoner her hand.

"Why are you helping me? Who are you?" the prisoner asked as they walked outside.

"I need your help. I'm Elisa and I know who you are… Princess Khylana of Oz." She turned around to look at the girl behind her, her piercing blue eyes staring into her chocolate ones.

"Y-You've heard of me?" Lanie asked.

Elisa rolled her eyes, not feeling like answering that question. "Yes, but that's not the point. The point is that I need you help ending this war."

"B-But, w-what can we do?"

"There's a way we can just stop everything. But I can't do it alone," Elisa said, silently pleading with the Ozian princess.

"O-Okay. I'll help you," Lanie smiled.

"Great! Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me!" Elisa smiled, hugging her new friend.

"Same here," Lanie said, slowly returning the hug, her mind elsewhere as she worried about her parents.


*Maniacal laugh* MWAHAHAHA! The Wicked Queen strikes again. Where will she strike next?