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Chapter 3
"Chistery? Chistery, what are you doing here?" Elphaba asked as the monkey lit on her shoulder and began patting her hair. The monkey just stared at her for a moment, then grabbed the hat off her head fluttered into the air, pointing insistently back in the direction of Oz.
"You know we can't go there," said Fiyero impatiently, laughing as Elphaba jumped for her hat.
Elphaba looked the monkey over before noticing a piece of parchment, crumpled into a ball and held tightly into the winged beast's hand. She took the paper from Chistery and he nodded toward the stuffed man in greeting. Elphaba unfolded the paper and glanced over it. Her eyes darted back and forth as she read.
Help!
This Glinda the Good in the Palace of the EmeraldCity! We are being attacked and there is an extremely valuable item at risk. Losing the item could be destruction for City of Emeralds, or even all of Oz and its surroundings! Please, whoever you are, come help me!
Glinda the Good
"Valuable item?" Fiyero asked curiously, peering over her shoulder. "What would Glinda have that's valuable? Her tiara?"
"The Grimmerie," mused Elphaba. "She can't mean anything else."
"But who else knows she has it?"
"Depends," said the green woman. "If she's learned to use it in this time, which is likely, she could have performed a spell or two and anyone in Oz could know." She turned and looked the winged monkey in the eye. "Chistery, is this serious?" The monkey's head bobbed up and down. "Is it worth revealing we're alive?" The beast scratched his head a little as though thinking and then bobbed his head again. Elphaba straightened and looked at Fiyero.
"Elphaba, we can't put our entire existence at risk because a monkey who only partly understands what we say says it's worth it!"
"Fiyero, Glinda is in trouble, Oz is in trouble, and there isn't anyone else that can help. If there were, Chistery would have known better than to fetch us rather than that person. We have to go, Fiyero."
Fiyero looked doubtful.
"Let me go then. You stay here. At least I can't be harmed. I'm not willing to put you in danger."
"Oh, and you think I'll be safer here, in a strange country, alone?" Elphaba shot back, her temper flaring.
Fiyero took her by the shoulders and looked her calmly in the eye.
"Elphaba, be rational about this. The moment you show your face back in Oz, you'll have a mob of angry people out to kill you again. And there won't be any escaping this time!"
"Then I won't show my face," she said slowly. Fiyero looked at her curiously. "A veil, Fiyero! I'll wear a veil! All of Oz will just think you're the Scarecrow, and I can wear gloves and a veil! They'll never know it's us. We'll help Glinda, instruct her, and then flee again." Fiyero still looked unwilling. "Please Fiyero, we need to do this."
Fiyero took her by the shoulders, looking at her pleadingly.
"Elphaba, it's a good idea, it is…but….do you really think you'll be able to keep up your disguise long enough to do any good? I mean…it'll probably take us a while and Glinda can't be that clueless."
Elphaba snorted.
"Fiyero, of course I'll be able to keep it up long enough. 'Glinda' and 'clueless' are synonymous."
Fiyero's painted face was wrinkled with frustration. "Elphaba, it's just so dangerous…"
"And living out here isn't?" she argued. "There's no water supply, no company. We'll drive ourselves mad from boredom, Fiyero! We've got to set things right in Oz. I suspect this mess was partly our fault so we need to help fix it."
A sigh escaped Fiyero's lips and he threw up his straw arms. "Fine! We'll go back after all this traveling." A smug look came over his face. "On one condition."
Elphaba put her hands on her hips. "And what would that be?"
"You find a way to get us back to Oz."
Elphaba grinned back condescendingly.
"Easy. We'll fly."
Fiyero looked at her incredulously.
"Just one problem with that…you don't have your broom anymore."
Elphaba glared at him.
"No need to remind me of that wonderful fact."
"Then what are you going to do?"
Elphaba took him by the shoulders and leaned in until her forehead just barely touched his.
"Yero, my hero, you forget. Just because I gave up the Grimmerie doesn't mean I don't remember anything from it. That was an ordinary broom with a levitation spell on it. I can fly on anything I please."
"Like what?" Fiyero swung an arm around, gesturing to the ancient ruins. "There's nothing here! The ruins are to enormous and the only other thing is that pile of old bones." A grin spread across Elphaba's face. "Oh Elphaba, you can't expect us to fly on a bone!"
Elphaba ran to the pile and selected a fat, long bone. She tossed it onto the gray sand, fell to her knees, and began waving her arms about as she chanted. "Amentate ah tum ah tum amentate ah tum ah tum…" The bone slowly ascended into the air. Elphaba stood and whirled around, a triumphant look upon her face. She grabbed the bone and held it out to Fiyero. "Climb on!"
Fiyero just stared at her, utterly flabbergasted.
"But…but…you just…that…that's a bone…"
Elphaba laughed at him.
"Yes, I know."
"And you just made it….fly…"
"Yes, I know."
"But…bones…don't….fly…"
"And neither do brooms or monkeys, now come on!" Elphaba saddled the bone and Fiyero reluctantly climbed on behind her. She pulled up and the bone lifted in the air. Their feet had hardly parted from the sand before the bone crumbled into dust and they went sprawling to the desert below.
"Well," said Fiyero, "now what?"
Elphaba glared at him.
"What?" asked Fiyero.
"Just because you were right doesn't mean you have to gloat. It's not a requirement, you know."
Fiyero threw up his hands in frustration.
"I wasn't-"
"Yes, dearie, you most definitely were."
"I wasn't," Fiyero protested lamely. "Elphie, come on…"
"The least you could do is admit it when you're wrong."
"But I was right!"
"But it was wrong of you to gloat just because you were right."
"Elphie! Are we going to Oz or not?"
Elphie sat on the ground. "Yes… but there's no way how now." Chistery came over and began nibbling on Elphaba's ear. She giggled. "Stop it Chistery… Chistery… Chistery! Fiyero, Chistery's strong enough to lift me! He can take us to Oz!"
"But there's two of us, Elphie."
"You barely weigh an ounce! Chistery, take hold of me!" The monkey grabbed Elphaba around her middle and lifted her into the air. Elphaba grabbed Fiyero by the collar and commanded Chistery to take them to Oz. The monkey's wings flapped and he flew through the air, headed towards their old country and the City of Emeralds.
The mirror had a large ugly crack running down the middle of it. Glinda wasn't quite sure when it had happened, but the rebel forces had been shaking the castle walls with a battering ram since early morning. Glinda had used the Grimmerie to put a strengthening spell on the walls and doors, but most of the windows were already shattered and she was trapped inside the castle with little more to do but sit back and wait for her fate to come to her.
She bit her lip as tears came to her eyes. First Nessarose, then Fiyero, then Elphaba, and finally her. Fate was out for them, she didn't want them to survive. Why, Glinda did not know.
Shouts were heard outside and a woman's scream. Glinda stood to go the window, but the shaking floors threw her to the ground with a short, sharp yelp of pain as the wind was knocked from her.
She raised her head slowly, grimacing with pain. There was a shard of glass embedded in her knee, though she wasn't sure where it had come from. She pulled it out, hissing with pain, and wrapped a clean handkerchief around her knee, then looked around and tried to reorient herself. She saw almost instantly where the glass had come from then. The mirror was entirely shattered and was lying in pieces on the floor.
Glinda started to cry again, but then she heard something banging against the window. She limped over to it and lifted the shade cautiously, then gasped at what she saw.
"Wh-who are you?"
A figure clad in a long dress of forest green velvet stepped out. She wore black gloves upon her hands and a black veil over her face. A companion stepped out as well, though the companion Glinda easily recognized. "Oh, you're the Scarecrow!" she said. "The one who traveled with Dorothy! How are your brains?"
"Very well, thank you," the Scarecrow returned.
Glinda turned to the woman. "And who are you?"
"My name is Fae," she said. "I am a good friend of the Scarecrow's. We have come to help." Fae's voice was familiar, but Glinda couldn't quite place it.
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