What Dreams
May Come
Chapter 36
My Light
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Elphaba reared back. Her heart leaped tight in her chest, her lungs contract, squeezing what little air there was, out. The world spun, and for a moment, she feared she would collapse.
Madame Giry, having seen the way Elphaba's body had shifted, tensed and coiled, her breathing labored, and the paleness of her skin reached out and grabbed onto her arm, and steadied her.
"Mademoiselle Elphaba, are you alright?" she asks carefully
Panic was the first thought which skipped across Elphaba's mind. Panic and fear, for how in Oz could Fiyero have gotten here, let alone be alive. The last she had seen him he had been strung up on poles made by his own men, and beaten within an inch of his life, and left for dead.
A feast for the crows by dusk, that's the fate she believed, had been bestowed upon the man who had once captured her fragile heart.
Refusing to let the small rippling ache from swallowing her whole, she pushed it down. Stealing her nerves, she clenched her jaw, and forced her racing heart to slow. Carefully, her hand lifted, and rested on top of Madame Giry's.
"Who are you?" growls Elphaba, her voice dark, and threatening. It almost surprised her at how quickly she could slip back into her Wicked Witch persona.
"Fae," the man said. Carefully, he took a cautious step closer. The shadows tipped upwards, allowing Elphaba just a glimpse of his face, "Don't you recognize me?" he finishes.
Elphaba barely choked back the gasp rising in her throat, for as he tilted his head higher, those stunning sapphire eyes, which had at one time melted her heart, flickered back at her.
"No," she says stumbling back a little. Her grip on Madame Giry's hand tightened as she straightened, "who are you!?" she demanded.
"Fae it's me," slowly his hand rose and for a moment, Elphaba's breath hitched. Those fingers, the ring; a gilded band of gold entwined with onyx, the royal insignia of the Tiggular crest winked back at her. Her eyes followed his hand, watched his fingers curl, pinching the material. A quick flick of the wrist, and the hood once concealing his identity falls away, along with any hope that what she was feeling were just the ghosts of her past, refusing her to be at peace with a past she'd rather forget.
"Fiyero" she whispered, the words lifting her lips before she could even stifle them.
"Hello Fae" Fiyero smiled. Tenderly his hand reached out and took hers. A graceful bow of his head, and he presses his lips against her shaking knuckles.
"But…how?" she asks softly
"I honestly don't know," Fiyero said with a frown, "the last I saw was the cornfields. Then when I awoke, I was here," turning his head, he scanned the bustling market place, "Where is here anyways?"
"You shouldn't be here" Elphaba says, pulling her hand back.
"What, Fae what's the matter?" Fiyero asked, shifting his gaze back to his love.
Ignoring his question, Elphaba turned her attention back to Madame Giry, "Can we go please?" she asked, her voice almost came out desperate.
Madame Giry nodded and gently helped guide Elphaba away. Relief filled her heart that was, until a hand reached out and stopped her.
Freezing, she turned, and looked over her shoulder to see Fiyero stand behind her, his hand clasped on her arm.
"Fae. Please. Don't walk away from me" he pleaded softly
"Fiyero," starts Elphaba.
"Please. Don't leave me in this strange place. Please" he pleaded.
Elphaba sighed. A part of her wanted to stay, but another part of her desperately wanted to return to the chateau.
Tilting her head, her eyes roamed the busy market place before settling on an inn not that far away from where they stood.
"See that in?" she asks, nudging her chin
Fiyero nodded, his hand on her arm still remained.
"Meet me there in an hour" she says. She didn't even wait for his response. Jerking her arm free from his grasp, she grabbed onto Madame Giry's arm and started to walk away fast.
"I'll meet you there Fae!" he cries. Elphaba cringed. Lowering her head, she clenched her eyes against a fresh wave of tears. Not now, not when the heart she feared would never heal, had found love again. Why did Fate see fit to turning a blind eye to her pain.