OMG! Here is the next chapter. It's a little short I know, but the next one is going to be longer, I promise. The reason for the lack of updates is I have had writer's bock on this one chapter alone. I have about four or five other unfinished chapter that have about 400 words each now!

Kennedy Leigh Morgan: Thank you so much for reviwing! I know that last chapter was short, and this one is going to be short as well I think, but my next enrty is going to be long. Keep on reviewing!

Veronkia Green: I know, I am the world's worst speller, but I went though a few chapters and fixed most of my spelling errors. Could you tell me what a betta reader is? I have not one clue.

Okay readers, I have news for you. Big news for you. I don't know if I am going to go though with this plan or not, but I wanted to warn you that I might stray from the original "Wicked" story and rewrite it. Or what I am saying is that I will change the story and not go by the musical anymore. So many people are doing it, and I have some original and exciting ideas of my own that I would love to try. So tell me what you think.

Entry 24

I am writing this right after the Saint Leyla Ball. It is nearly four in the morning, but I am still wide awake.

The whole evening was just fantastic and it did take my mind off of my problems for several hours. Just about the entire city was decorated in traditional Leyla Ball decorations. The center city plaza looked like a fairy wonderland at night, with all the streamers baring flowers and glow-in-the-dark painted stars. Standing in the middle felt like you were truly in the middle of the sky, with nothing but the stars around you.

The ashiegs were also beautiful. Specially made purple, dark blue, and black dancing kemises with the most delicate silver embroidery shone under the lights. The silver floaters that fell from their arms danced behind them, following their every movement, and making them look even more beautiful and graceful then they were. After the ashiegs finished their fantastic roteins, it was time for the celebration dancing to began. Men swept women into their arms and whirled them into a pattern of waltzes and deer-trots. I stayed back, wanting to dance with no one other than Elphaba. But Sri soon came up to me (most likely at Tau's request), in a dancing gown of her own that had red flowers flowing across a black field asked me if I would dance with her. I just jumped up and swung her into a rocky waltz.While dancing with Sri, I saw Tau drag Negatwa onto the dance floor. That's surprising. Negatwa is not the dancing type, but she sure looked like she was having fun. Sri and Negatwa seamed to be able to keep their distance from each other.

The only part of the ball that did not turn out perfect was the fact that someone put liberal amounts of spices to the apple cocktails, making it so spicy that one could not tell what it was originally. Tau is first suspect on my list. Him and myself use to do things like that all the time together. Tau has picked up on the fact that I am not who I use to be in terms of partying and fooling around. As he noted when he noticed I had not been dancing.

"What has Shiz done to your head Fiyero? Normally you would be sweeping into the crowd and dancing with any girl you could find."

"Well..you...see Tau, I have found...a..a...girl...from...from Shiz that I like a lot, and well...she...she...could not come home with...with me. Her parents did not approve." It was not a full lie. I have found a girl from Shiz that I like, love in fact, and she could not come home with me.

"Oh parents! They just never understand! Most likely they just want her home to take came of the younger kids!" Tau laughed and I forced a smile, since that is the reason I meet Elphaba in the first place. The only reason her father sent her to college was because Nessarose was going to college.

But the two people I am wishing were here are not here. Mother and Elphaba. I want them here, them both here, more than anything else. How I am wishing they were somehow here now. I had a dream about them last night. Not the nightmare that haunted me a month ago, but a enjoyable and happy ending dream. I dreamed about what I really truly want. Mother still alive, her hazel eyes glittering in the lamplight at night, dressed in a long dark blue kermis with long floaters down her back, her white shawl over her shoulders. Her clinging to my father, giving him the strength and he look of her eyes that he needs to be truly happy again. Her watching Belkis and Lene play and dance with all the others. Her watching me, who Elphaba was next to, dressed in a long silver kemis with beads that jangled as she moved and white lilies stuck in her hair with white ribbons.

I want that to be true. I want it to happen so badly, but never will it happen. Never. Mother is dead and nothing is going to turn back the clock and change it. Elphaba is who-know-where, and I don't think that she is going to be around anytime soon, or she is not going to be able to be a citizen again for a long time, if ever. The Wizard has so much of Oz believing that she is truly a wicked witch that well...you know. No you can't know...your a book of paper. Ha. Ha.

That was one of the servants now, telling me to turn off my light and get as much sleep as I can. Like that is going to be possible. The sun will rise in a few hours, and I am not even tired. I'll just stay up with the light off, but that does mean no more writting in this book for tonight. So goodnight.

Fiyero

Okay, Kennedy Leigh Morgan, don't kill me, but I got the spiked punch idea from "Ever After." It just had me laughing when I read it originally and I wanted to insert it into my story. But it is your idea.

The tone and some of the words when Fiyero was wishing for his mother and Elphaba to be next to him was inspired by "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" from "The Phantom of the Opera" with lyrics by Charles Hart.