AN: Hello all. The new chapter is here. It's not a long one. I promise this story will have a happy ending for both couples. That's all I am going to say.
Chpt 12
In a flash, Emma Swan found herself soaring through the night sky at extremely high speeds. She would have yelled for help, but Emma couldn't breathe. She was terrified. She gripped the witch's waist so tight her nails dug into flesh. Emma felt a giggle, and she momentarily hated herself for being so afraid. She was Emma Swan, Savior of Storybrooke. Wasn't she suppose to be fearless? That's what everyone back home thought. But not everyone back home knew of Emma's fear of heights. This was her end, she knew it. Death by flight on broomstick. Then, suddenly, Emma found herself landing roughly on the cobblestone balcony of the witch's castle. "Ugh," she grunted landing face first onto the unyielding stone. She laid there for a moment, just breathing, thankful she was still alive.
"Are you all right?"
Emma sat up and turned toward the deep voice. What she saw did not surprise her, for she was no longer shocked by talking monkeys. This one was taller, his body closer to that of a man than ape. He wore a red vest, and he had a set of giant wings protruding from his back.
"That was...my first..time...flying," Emma panted, continuing to take deep breaths to calm her racing heart.
The monkey man chuckled at the blonde. "You survived and that's the important thing." He held out his hand to help her onto her feet. "Come, Elphaba awaits."
Elphaba frantically began to collect all the necessary items and ingredients for her spell. Chistery would bring Emma soon. This was it, her moment of truth. Elphaba Throppe, green girl and Wicked Witch of Oz, will finally open a portal and get the fuck out of town. She couldn't help the smile that graced her lips. For once, Elphaba would get exactly what she wanted.
The Emerald City slept, as Glinda peered through the spotless glass of her magical mirror. An image of the green woman searching for something appeared on the screen. "Oh, Elphie," said Glinda, "I miss you so. Please don't leave me." She reached out and touched the image of her former lover.
In the dusty dank library, Elphaba, Emma, and Chistery stared into a boiling cauldron. "So, how does this work?" asked Emma. She was terribly nervous. It didn't help that Elphaba now had a dagger in her hand, grinning like a maniac.
"Give me your hand," Elphaba said to Emma.
"What are you going to do with it?" Emma asked.
"This." She grabbed Emma's right hand forcefully and held tight as Emma squirmed. She managed to prick the blonde's finger but not without complaint. Blood dropped into the smoking cauldron, blood laced with light magic. "Thank you," said the witch, letting go of Emma's hand. She then pricked her own finger and allowed the dark blood to drip into the boiling liquid. Smoke billowed from the giant bowl.
Emma coughed and waved the smoke from her face. "Now what?"
"Now, we will use our combined magic," said Elphaba, "and if all goes well, a portal will open."
"And if all doesn't go well?" asked Emma.
"Let's hope we don't find out." The witch replied. She held out the Grimmerie. "Repeat after me." Elphaba began the chant and Emma did her best to repeat every word. The cauldron began to stir and the liquid began to change color. Elphaba lifted a ladle full of black liquid and took a drink, then handed it to Emma. "Drink," commanded the witch.
"What's it gonna do?" Emma took the ladle.
"Enhance your magic," said Elphaba. "Drink."
Emma Swan brought the ladle to her lips and took a sip. "Ugh," she grimaced, "This tastes like death."
Before Elphaba could say a word, the witch was doubled over in pain. She dropped down to her knees and cried out, clenching her abdomen. Soon Emma was doing the same. "What the fuck did you do?"
Glinda watched in horror as Emma and Elphaba collapsed. "Elphie," she cried out, slamming her fist onto the mirror. "No!" Glinda began to panic. "What have you done?" The blonde witch had never felt more helpless than she did at this moment. The love of her life lay dying and she wasn't able to do a damn thing. Her curse kept her trapped in the Emerald City. Well that would not do, Glinda thought, I will be at her side even if it kills me. And in a puff of pink smoke, Glinda Upland left the comforts of the Emerald City to be with her love one last time. She arrived at Elphaba's library, and was immediately by her side. "Elphie," Glinda cooed and stroked silky black locks as she held the green woman in her arms, not caring that her own life essence was slipping away, a side effect of the curse Elphaba placed on her years ago.
"Glinda," Elphaba croaked. "What...did...you...do?"
"Oh Elphie," said Glinda, holding tight to the dying witch, tears streaming down her face. "I can't imagine my life without you in it."
Elphaba wiped the tears from Glinda's eyes, too far gone to feel the burn. "I..love..you" she said, using the last bit of her life force to say the words that have been hidden in her heart for so long. Glinda sobbed and cradled Elphaba's limp remains, her own breath slowly fading. Glinda leaned down and kissed the love of her life one last time. "I love you too." she whispered, and then everything went black.
