Disclaimer: Not mine. Very sad.

Well, another full week-long wait, but here is another entirely new from-scratch extra chapter to the rewrite. It didn't start out that way, I initially just planned on adding the scene with Raye in to tie the whole circumstances surrounding Liir's coma a little better then the first time around (*remembers*, yeah, that was kinda shameful...better this time I think), but then it got longer and then it just didn't mesh well within the same chapter as Liir coming round, and the scene a few of you have been waiting for was a bit too long so I threw in another bonus Glinda scene to provide a better meshing and chapter finish. Considering the positive response to the last "bonus chapter" I didn't think you guys would mind. Stuff from here (as always) comes up again later too.

Also here, WARNING, there is some maturish themes ahead! (torture). WARNING! Remember that this story has been bumped up to T! Am I overreacting here? Probably, there isn't anything graphic, but you have BEEN TOLD.

Read and Review please.

Part 2 ch 4

The thunder continued to boom outside the little cottage all through the night and into the morning in a powerfully long-winded storm. A young woman sat huddled over in a chair by the fireplace, her feet tucked up underneath her and her cloak replaced by a thick blanket which she clutched around her as she stared unseeingly into the dying flames. Someone, she thought it might have been one of Akota's assistants, had managed to drag her up from the floor and into her current seat in front of the fireplace in addition to throwing the blanket around her shoulders. Neither hair nor clothes were dripping anymore after her hours in front of the warm fire (a luxury absent from her childhood that she had never managed to get used to as an adult) and were now merely damp. Her long red tresses were a dread-locked with tangles and hanging over her face. She had long ceased sobbing, having spent the energy to maintain it.

Killyjoy had curled up closer to the fire than his mistress, allowing the heat to warm him and dry his shaggy fur to the point where it was so fluffy it practically poofed. The large wolf-like dog voiced his feelings on the continuing distress of his mistress by letting out a high-pitched whine when the door leading to the operating room opened quietly. The redhead didn't even respond.

Two large Bears stood in the doorway. One was wearing a newly reddened surgical apron over his pajamas with his sleeves rolled up past the elbow and a white mask hanging around his neck. The other had a towel around her shoulders and smelled of wet fur, her paws stained a slightly darker shade of brown from partially-cleaned mud. She had just come in from the storm through the back door. The female Bear took one look at the human and canine and sighed.

"Thank you for coming." Doctor Akota said.

"Thank you for calling me." Ralimla replied.

"Well, I think your cub needs you." The male Bear said. In the background the mysterious notes of a domingan wafted through gently as its owner began to play the instrument. To Ralimla it was of little consequence at that particular moment as she ambled over to her 'cub.' Killyjoy looked up, panted happily and thumped his tail on the carpet twice to display his approval of the Bear's arrival.

"Hey there, Honey." Ralimla said quietly as she pulled a chair up in front of Rhonaraye's. The redhead continued to stare at the flames and pulled the blanket a little tighter around her shoulders, the light cast by the fire reflecting off the tear tracks down her cheeks. Every once in a while she flinched at some strange twang of pain. As she shifted the warm light also fell upon the deep scar that ran along her cheekbone. Ralimla would never, ever get used to seeing that.

"I heard about your patient. I passed him on my way here." The Bear told her. Rhonaraye sniffed and wiped at the dampness on her cheeks.

"That was Liir, wasn't it?" Ralmila asked gently. Raye sniffed again and nodded.

"How did you know?" she asked hoarsely.

"I heard about what happened when they brought you in. When I came over, you didn't ask me how he was doing because you already knew. Oh cub…" the Bear said as she reached over and wiped the girl's other cheek gently. "What happened?"

Raye's silver eyes searched the Bear's big brown ones before looking back at the fire reliving the experience in her mind even as she recounted it…

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…Rhonaraye was flying through the air on her staff with Killyjoy strapped to her back, one of the mutt's rather large paws on one shoulder and his larger head resting on the other as the wind blew through his fur. He loved flying almost as much as she did. The dog was heavy, but she didn't mind. She was strong and besides, he was a walking, barking space heater in colder weather. At the moment the extra weight was also a bit of a bonus for managing the strong and notoriously treacherous winds she was riding now. It took skill and concentration from even the best of flyers to be able to navigate this passage of air. She could and often did, but even for her it required concentration during this season. A storm building added an additional level of difficulty to the equation as well.

Raye had just entered the airspace over the Thousand Year Grasslands when a sharp shock of pain tore through her side. She cried out and clutched at her rips, sending the flight out of control for a moment. Killyjoy barked in distress and she quickly righted them. She tried to shake off the troubling experience when suddenly, a few scant minutes later, it happened again. For a second time she was briefly distracted from her flying, something she couldn't afford to do in these conditions. Finally, after a third repeat of this, the Mage opted for an emergency landing. She tumbled into the tall grasses with a painful thud, feeling Killyjoy's weight disappear as the dog leapt from her back to safety.

Rhonaraye had barely scrambled back up to her hands and knees when she cried out again and her hand flew to her side. Her eyes widened and lost their focus a moment as a very different scene from the one laid before her filled her vision.

She was on a darkened road. Trees surrounded a small clearing, their canopy of leaves blocking all but a few stubborn streams of light from the setting sun. Well that, and the circle of rather large men surrounding her. The sword that had been buckled to her belt was lying beyond her captors and her reach, the markings seeming to almost glow, though her attention was quickly drawn to the face of the apparent leader of the ones who had attacked them. Her vision was fuzzy, and the features were blurred. She tossed her head to try and get some of the sticky warm moistness out of her eyes. She saw red. But it wasn't her hair. Her hair was black and short, and she was not wearing a dark dress and cloak, but some kind of uniform…

"Lirr…" she choked.

There was some shrieking in the background

"No! No, please! Stop! Let him go! I'll do anything, please stop!" The familiar voice shrilled as Glinda thrashed against the thug who held her hands behind her back.

"Oh, shut her up already." A new voice growled. There was a smacking sound, a little shriek and then just a little whimper.

"Look my pretty," the gruff voice growled we're getting a big bounty for you from your dear hubby, but it's not necessary for us to return you without a scratch."

"Then take me and let the boy go! He doesn't have anything to do with this!" Glinda begged.

"You think this is our only contract blondie?" A new scratchy voice enquired. "We want information for another client and we already killed the other Gale Force officers. This one seems to be a better fighter. Got some magic in you then, eh? Well, that's not going to help you now."

"Wait! I'm Glinda the Good! I would know more than him! Don't hurt him!" Glinda wailed. Their attackers scoffed

"Please. How dumb do you think we are? We want real stuff."

"I won't tell you anything." Liir/Raye growled as s/he struggled to no avail against the two holding him/her down.

"Oh I think you will." Said the first talker as he turned his back on his captive. There was a sizzling sound and when he turned around he was brandishing an object that struck Liir merely with confusion but made the other person watching through his eyes freeze. She knew exactly what that strange-looking thing was for…

A few seconds later a howl of agony tore from her lips and started to writhe, the sound of her screams carrying far across the plains. Killyjoy wouldn't be surprised if the Vinkus royalty heard it in their palace. The dog barked and whined and growled, trying to figure out what was going on. After a few minutes the redhead went limp and lay there, catching her breath.

"Liir…" she breathed with a wince. She let out another little sound as her brother's situation again flared into her mind.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" a smooth male voice inquired. This voice was one that Liir felt he might know, but couldn't place it. Well, why should he? He'd only heard it in dreams. His sister on the other hand, knew it all to well. She recognized even the outline of the tall man wearing robes of a hard, unyielding grey approaching Liir/Raye in a slow, confident stroll.

"And who…are you supposed…unnh…to be?" Liir/Raye coughed.

"Well. A strong one. Shame. Makes the whole thing longer and far more painful for you my friend." The newcomer said with a sigh

"I'm no 'friend' of yours."

The newcomer suddenly moved in closer so that his features were more visible to Liir's blurring vision. What might otherwise have been rather handsome features were drawn and pale like harshly carved stone. Eyes that were a startling, almost unnaturally golden colour bored into Liir/Raye's. They narrowed upon sensing something, or rather, the traces of someone.

Rhonaraye didn't stick around at that point. Using all her willpower and exerting every iota of her mental control she shoved her brother out of her mind, knowing that it would backlash on him as his grounding point wrenched away to leave him to face the pain all on his own, even if he was unaware that he had been sharing it. She also knew that she had no choice, not if she was going to help him. Her eyes snapped open and she tightened her grip on the long wooden staff in her hand, leaping to her feet.

"Killyjoy!" she beckoned. The dog barked in reply and lunged over to her just in time to slip under her long cloak as she flared it around herself and her best friend. Even with her block against Liir at full force she still felt his sheer agony and quickly extended her mental shield to cover his mind too. They hadn't managed to break that the last time, she'd see how that-that…that mage reacted to encountering it again.

Raye rematerialized with a swirl of cloak in the middle of the clearing. Her arrival only hastened the whopper of a storm that the area was due. In a rather handy coincidence a flash of lightning broke through the spaces between the leaves and illuminated the clearing just enough to give the young woman an eerie, intimidating entrance. The mage flared her cape in front of her a couple of times to send the smoke that had accompanied her out and into the eyes of those she was about to fight, the flashes of light really giving her a frightening appearance and adding to the illusion that she was many places at once as she and Killyjoy made their attack on those imprisoning Glinda and Liir. They had to be careful not to trip over the fresh corpses that consisted of the rest of Glinda's security retinue.

Rhonaraye's staff was a rather deadly weapon in more senses then one. There were grunts and thwacking sounds as the polished wood made contact with rib cages, kneecaps and faces. The mage was a swirl of black and red, occasionally throwing up additional magical shields against the more arcane blasts sent her way. Killyjoy was also, as usual, very good in a fight. There was some screaming in the background which eventually became quite muffled. Rhonaraye's head whipped around in the direction she had been hearing it come from when it stopped when suddenly she was forced to throw up a glowing blue shield.

She had barely fended off the magical attack when her staff clashed against another at the exact moment that a bolt of lightning crashed over head. The rain had already started to fall. For a moment everyone stilled. Killyjoy even paused halfway through mauling a bounty hunter's arm as they all stared at the pair in the middle.

Iron-robed man and Rhonaraye stood with their staffs crossed, staring at each other. Bright silver eyes met and held gleaming gold, powerful wood struck unyielding metal. The redhead looked the grey-robed man up and down with a slightly disbelieving look, taking particular offense to his new iron-wrought staff. Her expression quickly hardened.

"Let him go." She ordered.

"Nari," The man in grey greeted

"Don't call me that." She snapped. It was the other mage's turn for his expression to harden at this rebuke as she repeated her demand "Let him go."

The man in grey seethed a moment, evaporating the rain that trickled through the canopy to land on his shoulders with a sizzle as the two of them started to circle each other, their crossed staffs still crossed and creating an immobile, invisible center point to the circle they were quite literally burning into the ground beneath them.

"I don't think so, Rhonaraye, or do you have a problem with that name too?" he jibed.

"From you, yes. I'll take the title in this case. Just for you." The redhead retorted acidly, her eyes narrowing "You heard me the first two times, don't make me insult your intelligence by repeating myself a third time."

"You know, I'm not really inclined to do that at the moment."

"Then get inclined!" Raye snarled as she attacked. A scant breath later they were both shooting into the air, right up into the storm clouds, each holding their staff with one hand as a partial means of keeping aloft. Around them lightning crackled. For miles around those storm-watching would be able to see a strange sort of shadow-puppet show in the brief claps of near-blinding illumination. It was quite a show too as the pair fought tooth and nail.

On the ground, the Bounty Hunters suddenly realized that they were down a prisoner. In the kafuffle with the dog and the witch the one who had been restraining her appeared to have had his head bashed in and the blonde was no where in sight. They rounded on their remaining prisoner, who was by this point barely recognizable from when they had begun with him. The witch's watchdog was briefly an obstacle, but this time one of the brutes got lucky and managed to throw a crate from Glinda's caravan on top of him before diving on top of it, his weight keeping the newly created prison in place. A second bounty hunter joined the first one in his seat. Quite frankly, they were afraid of the beast. A third member of their party (the one who had been holding the Witch of the North Prisoner) was bleeding into the grass and the others sported bite and claw wounds in addition to the ones that the dog's mistress had given them.

The apparent leader limped over to Liir and picked up an already-bloodied instrument. The dark-haired young man wheezed out something like a whimper as he scrambled madly for something to defend himself with. It was useless of course, even as he writhed, growling something about 'not abandoning him' or something.

Something very strange happened then though. As the kid's hoarse screams tore through the air they melded with much stronger ones from above. Everything then changed in the blink of an eye with one screaming cry rebounding everywhere loudly enough to briefly eclipse the ever-escalating storm.

NOOOOOO!

One second Liir was writhing and trying feebly out of sheer self-preservation to block the attack or fight his attacker off, who was wide-eyed with a sadistically crazed look on his face, and the next each of the bounty-hunters was blasted off their feet and off the crate imprisoning the incensed Killyjoy who leapt to freedom with a growl. They each hit the ground hard, and out cold.

Raye half-hurtled to the ground and threw herself over to the bloodied form of their victim. She dropped her staff as she seized him in her arms and held him to her tightly, barely paying attention to the fact that her enemy had landed again as well.

"Nari?" Liir croaked faintly.

"Yes! Yes, it's me. Stay with me now, stay awake."

The other mage felt his blood run cold at this. He looked murderous upon seeing the redhead cradling this strange man so desperately and started to charge towards them until he was halted by her words.

"Lurline Liir, no! Oh Lurline, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to shove you out like that! No, no, no! Please, Liir, I'm sorry! You can't do this!" She whimpered as she pushed some of the blood-matted dark hair out of the pulped face. Liir was fading, beginning to fall away, she could feel it in their bond, and she couldn't bear it!

"Liir?" the grey-robed mage repeated incredulously, dumbstruck. The redhead didn't even acknowledge him or the fact that one of the more resilient mercenaries was getting to his feet.

"No!" he yelled, putting up a shield between the hired thugs and the pair on the ground.

"I'm here, now. I'm not going anywhere, just listen to my voice…I'm sorry! I wanted to stop it; I didn't want you to face it alone! Please Liir, you have to believe me!" Raye murmured to him desperately.

"That's your brother?" The other mage exclaimed, a look of shocked, somewhat horror-struck look on his face. The rain was now pelting down on them. The mages had pretty much totaled the canopy with their fight. Raye stilled at those words and looked up at him slowly with such incredible hate. He rushed forward imploringly "No, no Nari! I didn't know! I swear!"

"Get away from him!" Rhonaraye shrieked, sending a blast of pure, raw magical energy at him and sending him flying. She looked back at her brother and took his hand in her own and hissed in determination "I will not lose you too!" Their hands glowed where they touched as she poured some of her own power into their connection, using both to tether her brother to life, at least for the meantime. Using all of her willpower to ignore the pain that was rebounding onto her from Liir, Raye slung his arm over her shoulder and somehow managed to haul herself and him up to her feet, leaning heavily on her staff.

Killyjoy knew the signs and dove to her side so that she could vanish them all with a puff of quickly dissipated smoke…

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"I closed him off. I didn't want to feel that pain…again. Instead I got something so much worse. I can't…Ralimla if he dies a part of me is going to die too! I know that everyone says that but I-I just…I…" she finished, unable to articulate her terror at the prospect, nor her guilt over her (perceived) role in Liir's condition.

"It's alright to cry, Honey." Ralimla told her gently, as she had told her so many times over the course of her later childhood and adolescence, as all three of her guardians had tried to tell her. Raye shook her head wearily, her tears having been cried out.

"No…" she murmured tiredly.

"It's okay to sleep too." The Bear said. Again she shook her head.

"I can't sleep until I know." The redhead replied. "He was in so much pain that he retreated into himself. I held on to him, I used my powers so he didn't go completely but I don't know the way back, I can't show him he's just lost now." She rested one hand against her head as she rambled, unable to make Ralimla understand. She noted this and sighed.

"It's my fault." She said.

"Now that's ridiculous—"

"You don't understand. He went looking for me. That was why he wanted to go with Glinda! He wanted to look for me! I saw it in his mind before…before…" a second time she was unable to finish. Only with one of her three Guardians (or maybe Liir) would she ever have allowed her guard down this much over a prolonged conversation. It was unlikely that anyone else would have gotten anything more than the bare bones of what had happened either for that matter.

"What about Glinda then?" The Bear inquired, deciding to steer the conversation away from her ward's brother subtly. A distant look crossed the redhead's expression as she thought back to the clearing when she had glanced over her shoulder towards the spot Glinda had been…

What at first sight appeared to be a moving shadow had a hand clamped over the terrified blonde's mouth, muffling her screams so that they might make an unnoticed getaway. The shadow looked up at Rhonaraye with familiar hazel eyes and nodded once as he backed Glinda up, a bolt of lightning briefly illuminating tanned skin with tribal markings and a single, pale blue diamond in the middle of his forehead.

"She's fine." Rhonaraye said finally with a touch of dismissal to her tone.

"Fine?" Ralimla pressed, unwilling to let this go.

"Ijiri showed up. He took her. She'll be fine. He's competent and he won't hurt her." The Red head told the Bear succinctly as she looked down at her right hand, the hand which now bore a scar in the place where the pinky finger had once been. The equivalent of an eyebrow rose on the Bear's face at that almost-compliment to the young woman's uncle. She didn't press that point, not right now anyway. This was not the time for an argument, not by a long shot. With a great sigh Ralimla stood and walked over to her ward. Rhonaraye looked up at her slowly and the Bear knelt down and pulled the young woman into a hug.

Raye stiffened at first, but not for long. Quickly the young mage practically leaned forward off her chair and practically dissolved into the embrace, clinging to her Guardian and held on in a way that she had not done in a long time. They sat on the floor with the redhead pretty much in Ralimla's lap, just like she used to sit when she was cold on a winter night as a child or sometimes when she had been frightened or hurt (The others had shared in the latter two, but the Bear had held the monopoly on the first with her warm fur). Here, here she was warm, and safe and loved. Here, nothing could ever harm her. They stayed like that for a while, Ralimla rocking her gently and brushed her hair back from her face.

After a while Rhonaraye let out a sigh and practically went limp with relief in her Guardian's comforting hug.

"It's working." She breathed, letting out a short little laugh of relief, "Thank Lurline, it's working." Ralimla didn't ask what was working, but in the background the sounds of a Domingan still wafted through the air, more confidently now than an hour or so ago.

At that moment someone else opened the door and a white Tigress loped gracefully into the room.

"Ralimla I—oh. Appologies." Muhlama said sheepishly when she saw that she had clearly been interrupting a moment that she probably was not supposed to be privy to.

Raye sniffed and pulled away from her furry guardian, much to the latter's reluctance. The Bear sighed.

"What is it, Muhlama?" she asked wearily. She had just managed to reach the Mage…But the Tigress was already delivering her message, her long tail twitching in agitation.

"There is trouble in Quox. A siege or something of some kind, we don't know everything, some of ours are trapped in it too. My father managed to send a message to us, we must help him! It's at least a three day journey even with the aid of a portal—"

"Stay here and rest up." Rhonaraye interrupted as she got to her feet. The dog saw this movement and leapt to his feet. He, unlike his human, had been able to take at least brief naps and was picking up on the tense energy, getting wired. Killyjoy knew what was coming next.

"I'll go. I can get there in a fraction of that time." The redhead told them.

"Rhonaraye…" Ralimla started

"I have to leave." The redhead cut her off shortly, visibly collecting herself and putting back up her 'walls' against the world while shrugging the blanket off her shoulders and folded it neatly before picking up her cloak from where it had been drying by the fire.

"And what about Liir?"

"He needs that talent to bring him back to the present. He needs Candle."

"And you."

"I'm the last thing he needs." She snapped "I attract trouble. Specifically my own dangerous and supposedly "unique" brand of trouble, I believe you've met him. Tall, golden eyes, recently become strangely pale? I'll go to Quox. I'll get Muhlama's father and whoever else out and draw his attention away from here along with anyone else who has it in for you and for Liir."

"Do you not wish to rest?" Muhlama enquired as the young woman strode past her to take the staff leaning against the wall in her hands again, Killyjoy trotting up behind her.

"I'll manage."

"This is dangerous." The Bear stated. "You are exhausted! Not to mention the shock and trauma of—"

"Look!" Raye snapped, whirling around to face them "I can't stop. You really think he's going to stop? Even if I'm no longer the secret weapon I can still do damage control!"

"I never said it was the other Mage—" The Tigress began

"I don't care! He's behind it somehow! He's always behind it, it's what he does." She cried with venom not directed at them, at least not entirely. "And even if its not, I can still make myself useful and have a very satisfying time blowing a few things up. Now, if you'll excuse me—" she cut herself off as an orderly opened the door to the room where the music was coming from. She froze and stared at the form that was swallowed by blankets and bandages, barely even noticing the Quadling whose back was to her. The sound of a heart beat, or rather two heartbeats, both strong but one struggling filled her ears as her vision tunneled on what was visible of the pulped face. She felt the tug on the golden rope that existed in her mind too and began to hear the music as he did. Then the Mage remembered how he had come to be there and shied from it.

"I have to go." She whispered as she fled.

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Glinda groaned and winced as she opened her eyes. The Good Witch of the North was lying on the floor of a cave, covered with a rather warm, thick blanket. Slowly, she sat up to take in her surroundings a little more clearly. Beneath her was a thinner piece of cloth that kept the cold of the floor from seeping into her she supposed. There was also a fire crackling not too far from where she lay, far enough that she wouldn't roll onto the flames by accident, but near enough to warm her.

A sudden boom of thunder made Glinda jump and tremble with fear and chill.

The blonde wasn't entirely sure how she had ended up in this cave. There had been that awful, horrible incident with Liir that was now and forever burned into her brain even more then the one featuring his father in a cornfield. But that had been interrupted and there had been a struggle. She had screamed, loudly and frequently both before and during said struggle in the desperate hope that someone would hear her and come to their aid. There had been a crunching sound and then a heavy weight on her before a hand had clamped over her mouth and stifled her screaming while an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back, away from the fight. Someone had whispered in her ear to 'be silent'.

Terror-stricken Glinda had complied at first. However, after a certain point adrenaline combined with fear had kicked in to provide a different reaction and she had fought this new restraint as well, fearing the worst and trying to remember some of the self-defense lessons Elphie had made her take. The blonde was pretty sure she had been more successful with her mystery-kidnapper than she had been with the thugs who had ambushed her and had even somehow twisted out of his grasp. She'd made a run for her life, stumbled down an unexpected drop in the elevation, felt a sudden pain in her head and then…

Then she had awoken here.

Suddenly Glinda realized that she was not wearing the gown she had sported before loosing consciousness. Instead she was only in her shift. She was also aware of the fact that she was not alone. Slowly looking behind her she saw a figure in shadow, a male outline. She shrieked and clutched the blanket to her neck.

"Easy, easy!" A gruff voice exclaimed as the man held out his hands to signify that he meant no harm "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Who are you? How did I get here? Sweet Oz, were you the one who took off my clothes?"

"Just your over-dress and it was soaked. You would have sickened if I hadn't. Nothing happened and I didn't see anything if that's what you're worried about, I swear it." As he spoke, the man stepped forward into the light cast by the flames and the blonde's eyes widened. Before her stood a man with the face of her former fiancé, Fiyero Tiggular. Perhaps a little older, a little weathered, but…

"Fiyero?" she breathed. The man rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Not quite." He replied. "Name's Ijiri. Ijiri Tiggular. You must be the blonde who was nearly my in-law."

A/N: I just want to put in here that I KNOW Ijiri is Fiyero's son in the books. However, this story is musicalverse and the musical messes around with a whole bunch of stuff anyway, so Ijiri is going to be Fiyero's brother in this story. Sorry for the giant liberty being taken but please just deal with it. This works for the purposes of my story and it is fanfiction anyhow.

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twilighterj4eva: Sorry, guess you have to wait a little longer, but not too much. I'm thinking of rearranging things so that its in the next chapter.

lizziemagic: Actually, kind of an accidental tie-in but you're right! Hey, I'll take it! I actually really like how this is turning out at the moment, though my plans for possibly shortening it aren't going to come to anything. I just keep adding...Anyway, the sword will come up again, it was only briefly mentioned here (did you pick up on that?) but it will be mentioned again. (Actually, your review reminded me of it, thanks!) Yeah...Liir's not heading to the Vinkus quite yet, as you can see he kind of hit a little bit of a detour...

The Beautifully Tragic Author: Thank you! I'm glad I could help! I hope you didn't mind me messing around with relationships in the book (you know, the whole Ijiri thing).

Frifro: Thanks! I too experienced a certain vindictive pleasure in locking Morrible in a closet. And as we can see, while Elphaba might not consider herself the most 'natural' mother around, her intuition here was spot on. There will be more Elphie for you soon. Most likely in the next chapter actually.

Beautifully Tragic Girl: Thank you! I was quite uncertain about it, but it seems that it did work after all! I had a pretty good time bringing Elphaba's fire back in it. Like lizziemagic, I must thank you for bringin up the sword. It does come up again later, but I had almost forgotten about it! There was a fleeting mention of it, I hope you caught it. Anyways, you might be in for a pleasant surprise in terms of Fiyeraba...

SunRise19: No worries, I'm just so grateful that you take the time to review! Thank you so much for your wonderful compliments! OCs are always something I worry about because I know that I'm not always a big fan of them in other people's fics but I can't seem to stop putting them in my own, its good to know that they don't like, completely kill the story. Thanks again!