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Chapter 2
They soared over the green earth; Elphaba seemed to blend in with the land if it hadn't been for her cloak. She made sure she didn't fly too low because she couldn't be noticed. She craned her neck to look at Glinda; she looked terrified. After all, she never had actually been on Elphaba's broom. Maybe she was better off in a bubble after all. Elphaba laughed at her friend's odd faces she made as she lunged in and out of trees and through clouds and over mountain tops. The sky was turning a pale purple as the duo reached a large castle surrounded by trees and on top of a rather large cliff. It was this very castle that Glinda had seen Elphaba melt in. Or at least, thought she saw her melt in.
"Elphie! Elphie you're gonna crash!" Glinda yelled, covering her eyes in fright. Ahead was the castle wall and they were inching closer and closer every second. Elphaba let the broom reach about a foot over the ground and dropped her feet to stop it completely. The broom glided to a stop, with Glinda's cheek just an inch away from the cold cement façade. Glinda lowered her hands. "I never lost faith in you, Elphie. Not once. I know how much of an experiencified broomstick rider you are."
Elphaba rolled her eyes at this statement and began her way into the castle, broomstick in hand. She turned around to face Glinda. "Well? Are you coming?"
Glinda jumped in surprise. She wasn't exactly used to Elphaba speaking to her. It had really been so long. Almost two decades, in fact. She began to follow her inside. The walls were dark and cold. "I see you haven't been decorating much."
Elphaba ignored her. They came to a door at the end of a corridor. It was lit with only a faint candle. Elphaba started to unlock the door but stopped. She turned around to face her friend. "I haven't told anybody this. Well, probably because nobody knows I'm alive but you. And Fiyero, of course. I'm actually extremely glad I ran into you. I didn't know who else to get help from since, I can't exactly go anywhere for help. I'm the reason Fiyero is a scarecrow."
Glinda stared in confusion. "I'm sorry, a what?"
"It was either that or let him die alone in some pasture on a stake."
"So you're telling me Fiyero is a scarecrow?"
"Yes. In fact, that same scarecrow that, that Dorothy girl brought with her to see the Wizard." Elphaba responded.
Glinda burst out laughing. "Elphaba, I know you're powerful and all, but people just don't turn into scarecrows!"
Elphaba slapped her forehead. "Then I guess that would mean Boq really didn't become made of tin?"
"Who?"
"Boq."
"Bic?"
"BOQ YOU TWIT!"
Glinda paused. "Oh! Now I know who you mean."
Elphaba looked intently at her friend. "You have no clue do you?"
"I haven't the faintest."
Elphaba took a deep breath. "Listen, I read a spell from the Grimmerie and now Fiyero is a scarecrow. I need your help. You have the Grimmerie now, and I need a spell that will make him not be in any pain. It's odd; the spell I made isn't supposed to make him be in any pain at all. Yet, he barely moves and he screams as if he's being shredded to pieces. I can't even restuff him anymore because he actually bleeds! I don't know what's going on. Could it actually be that he's dying? Or maybe he's overcoming a change that is making him human. Either way, I can't let him endure any pain. You still have the Grimmerie don't you?"
"Oh sure, let me get it out of my back bubble."
Elphaba squeezed Glinda's shoulders. "YOU DON'T HAVE IT?"
"Not with me!" Glinda breathed, with whatever breath she did have.
Elphaba let go of Glinda's shoulders, realizing the strength she had put on them. "Sorry. You can't scare me like that." Behind the door, Glinda heard a yelp of pain. "It's Fiyero. Listen, go back to your castle and get the Grimmerie. Come back as quickly as you can."
"How am I supposed to do that? I don't have my bubble with me, remember?"
"Take my broom. I rarely use it anymore, anyway."
Glinda swallowed at the thought of using Elphaba's broom herself. "I wont let you down, Elphie."
Chapter 2
They soared over the green earth; Elphaba seemed to blend in with the land if it hadn't been for her cloak. She made sure she didn't fly too low because she couldn't be noticed. She craned her neck to look at Glinda; she looked terrified. After all, she never had actually been on Elphaba's broom. Maybe she was better off in a bubble after all. Elphaba laughed at her friend's odd faces she made as she lunged in and out of trees and through clouds and over mountain tops. The sky was turning a pale purple as the duo reached a large castle surrounded by trees and on top of a rather large cliff. It was this very castle that Glinda had seen Elphaba melt in. Or at least, thought she saw her melt in.
"Elphie! Elphie you're gonna crash!" Glinda yelled, covering her eyes in fright. Ahead was the castle wall and they were inching closer and closer every second. Elphaba let the broom reach about a foot over the ground and dropped her feet to stop it completely. The broom glided to a stop, with Glinda's cheek just an inch away from the cold cement façade. Glinda lowered her hands. "I never lost faith in you, Elphie. Not once. I know how much of an experiencified broomstick rider you are."
Elphaba rolled her eyes at this statement and began her way into the castle, broomstick in hand. She turned around to face Glinda. "Well? Are you coming?"
Glinda jumped in surprise. She wasn't exactly used to Elphaba speaking to her. It had really been so long. Almost two decades, in fact. She began to follow her inside. The walls were dark and cold. "I see you haven't been decorating much."
Elphaba ignored her. They came to a door at the end of a corridor. It was lit with only a faint candle. Elphaba started to unlock the door but stopped. She turned around to face her friend. "I haven't told anybody this. Well, probably because nobody knows I'm alive but you. And Fiyero, of course. I'm actually extremely glad I ran into you. I didn't know who else to get help from since, I can't exactly go anywhere for help. I'm the reason Fiyero is a scarecrow."
Glinda stared in confusion. "I'm sorry, a what?"
"It was either that or let him die alone in some pasture on a stake."
"So you're telling me Fiyero is a scarecrow?"
"Yes. In fact, that same scarecrow that, that Dorothy girl brought with her to see the Wizard." Elphaba responded.
Glinda burst out laughing. "Elphaba, I know you're powerful and all, but people just don't turn into scarecrows!"
Elphaba slapped her forehead. "Then I guess that would mean Boq really didn't become made of tin?"
"Who?"
"Boq."
"Bic?"
"BOQ YOU TWIT!"
Glinda paused. "Oh! Now I know who you mean."
Elphaba looked intently at her friend. "You have no clue do you?"
"I haven't the faintest."
Elphaba took a deep breath. "Listen, I read a spell from the Grimmerie and now Fiyero is a scarecrow. I need your help. You have the Grimmerie now, and I need a spell that will make him not be in any pain. It's odd; the spell I made isn't supposed to make him be in any pain at all. Yet, he barely moves and he screams as if he's being shredded to pieces. I can't even restuff him anymore because he actually bleeds! I don't know what's going on. Could it actually be that he's dying? Or maybe he's overcoming a change that is making him human. Either way, I can't let him endure any pain. You still have the Grimmerie don't you?"
"Oh sure, let me get it out of my back bubble."
Elphaba squeezed Glinda's shoulders. "YOU DON'T HAVE IT?"
"Not with me!" Glinda breathed, with whatever breath she did have.
Elphaba let go of Glinda's shoulders, realizing the strength she had put on them. "Sorry. You can't scare me like that." Behind the door, Glinda heard a yelp of pain. "It's Fiyero. Listen, go back to your castle and get the Grimmerie. Come back as quickly as you can."
"How am I supposed to do that? I don't have my bubble with me, remember?"
"Take my broom. I rarely use it anymore, anyway."
Glinda swallowed at the thought of using Elphaba's broom herself. "I wont let you down, Elphie."