The end of this isn't much better...
I tore through the castle, pushing speed limits I hadn't flirted with in a few days.
Morrible hadn't recognized me. Why would she? I hardly looked like the boy she had last seen, or scarecrow, and she had not been present when I had the pleasure of meeting her husband. It didn't stop the pure fear that took over my body. A fear that she picked up on instantly. Luckily, Avaric and Galinda were much more agile in the come back department. Avaric told her I was a childhood servant of his. He said that I'd spent years looking for work before I found my way back to him. Glinda added that I didn't communicate well, that she had tried engaging me in conversation plently of times, but she was beginning to think I was dense. I had enough sense to play dense and not shoot Glinda the glare I was wanting to. I don't know if Horrible Morrible really ate it up, but she turned away from me and led Glinda from the kitchen. Avaric and I had sat in silence for several moments. Then Avaric got up slowly, poked his head in the rooms adjoined to the kitchen and then in the corridor.
"Go!" Avaric had hissed. "Get Elphaba and Liir to the river. I'll come get you when it's safe."
He didn't need to tell me twice. I took of running until I blew threw the tower door. Elphaba and Liir looked at me like I had lost my mind.
"Come on," I grabbed my satchel, quickly making sure everything was in it. "We need to go. Now!" I barked when Elphaba and Liir didn't move.
They were sitting on the ground over that book. Liir nudged her excitedly.
"Fiyero-"
"Morrible is here, Elphaba," I hissed, picking up Liir's satchel and stuffing some papers in it. "We need to go."
"No, Yero, look," She scrambled to her feet, shoving the book at me. I dropped the satchel and stared down at the book, shaking my head. It meant nothing to me. I couldn't read the words. Hell, they didn't even look like words to me. "It's a spell." She told me.
I frowned at her. I knew that much.
"It'll help, daddy." Liir was so earnest.
"How is it going to help us now, Elphie?" She grinned at me.
"Morrible isn't going to come up here. If Glinda and Avaric are with her, we'll have a little time." I couldn't understand why Elphaba wasn't worried. She had been so adamant to get out of here as soon as possible, and now she was content to stay inside when Horrible Morrible was within walking distance? She didn't make any sense. Lack of a good sleep had to be going to her head. "This will give us time, Fiyero. We'll be safe with this. At least for a little while."
"What is it?" I sighed, caving in a little. I trusted Elphaba. If she wasn't worried, then surely she had a good reason.
"It'll take away any abnormalities." She said softly.
I felt my grip loosen on the book. I didn't realize how lax it went until Elphaba snatched the book away before it fell to the floor. Glinda was right. So she had to be right about it clearing away, too. But the thought of non-green skin on Elphaba had my mouth tasting bitter and my stomach turning. The color of her skin was neither here nor there to me, but I loved her for her skin, in spite of her skin, and because of her skin. It was all part of who she was. What would she be like if she wasn't green? I suppose that was sort of silly. Being a scarecrow didn't change me. Only physically.
"You won't be green." I mumbled, watching her as she looked over the words.
"Just until we're safe." She looked up at the tone of my voice. "There's a spell in here to return what was lost, too. I can go green once we're safe. That's the most important thing."
Liir kept his eyes on me as they both waited for me to say something. Nervously, I sat down in front of her. A wide smile broke out over her face, and I had a hard time admitting I thought this thing was a bad idea. I mean, it made her smile like that. I kissed her forehead then went over to where Liir was. He held my hand tightly as Elphaba began mouthing words. His grip tightened, and I was acutely aware of how his palms started sweating, when Elphaba put sounds with the words. The words were vaguely familiar, as if I had heard them in a dream. The familiarity failed to make me comfortable with them, though. If anything, recognizing them-
I dropped Liir's hand, bring my hand to my gut.
"Daddy?" Liir whispered, concern lacing his words.
I waved my hand. It was nothing. It was probably something I ate. I wasn't use to the food we got here, and my body was just telling me that it couldn't handle much more of what I was feeding it. I would be-
"Daddy!" Liir's voice jumped an octave when I doubled over in pain.
It felt like someone had taken the butt of a rifle and jammed it in my stomach at the same time a pain shot at my shins. I stumbled back into the wall after groping around for it. Vaguely, I heard Elphaba's voice stop. I don't know if she was done with the spell or cut it off early because of me. But I knew her voice wasn't in my head anymore. I blinked hard. I couldn't see anything. Well, I could see everything, but nothing was clear. It was weird. I could point out where everything was, but I couldn't. It didn't make any sense. I gasped sharply. The pain just got worse and worse. Was I bleeding? I brought my hand in front of my face. It felt wet, but I didn't know if there was blood on it. I felt something grab my hand. Elphaba or Liir.
"Fiyero!" Elphaba's voice clearly snapped. I looked in the direction her voice came from. I assumed it was her hands on my face.
A flash of green was the last thing I saw before I plunged elsewhere.
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