POC2: Fifth and final installment of the Shield Quintet. Sorry Birdhearted, but you can't have credit for this one. This is something that's been bouncing around in my head for a while, and this seemed like a good place to put it.
Anyways, (if you want insight into how I write drabbles, you'll probably find these next few lines interesting. If not, skip to the drabble itself.) I was listening to No Good Deed when one line seemed to pop out at me: "let him never die." Well, the word never seems to imply immortality, doesn't it? But I've read a lot of books with immortal characters, and I've noticed that it's not always such a good thing, especially when the people around you are not immortal.
Then I thought, out of all the people Elphaba has tried to help, Fiyero is the only one who never hated her for it, who always understood that she meant well. Would that change when he saw the dark side of his "gift," or would he continue to look at the good intentions? Read on….
Elphaba, oh Elphaba.
You were so vibrant, so full of life, now I watch you fading away.
Dying.
Meanwhile, I don't change.
How can I? How can a scarecrow age?
"Let him never die."
Did you know, Elphaba? Did you know the curse that would be held in those words? Watching everything fade and die while I remain untouched?
I should hate you, but I cannot. I know you didn't want to hurt me; I know it was for me.
Now you're dead, and though I survive, part of me has died with you.
The shield is all that's left.
W: I never knew there was a sentimental side to you…
Next: Nessa watches Boq's transformation.