A/N: Hmm…Shoshana Bean…I just did some research on her…she looks like she could be an Elphaba. And I'll start making the paragraphs when different people speak. Thanks so much for the heads-up on that!
Fiyero and Damaran walked swiftly and quietly down the passageway underneath the castle towards the exit Damaran promised it would lead to. They each had strapped a bow and arrows to their back, Damaran had a spear, and Fiyero was carrying Elphaba's broom. Damaran also carried a pack on his back with a lot of water, some tea (for Elphaba when they got her back) and some food. Fiyero's heart was beating wildly, and Damaran's eyes were wide. Fiyero looked ahead and saw that the tunnel ended not very far in front of them. Damaran stopped, and Fiyero stopped with him, not knowing where they were headed. Damaran looked up, and Fiyero followed his eyes. There was a small square panel in the ceiling above them. Damaran walked over the few feet towards the wall and started to grab at the bricks making the wall, hoisting himself up. Fiyero watched him, admiring the agility of the teenager. Damaran got to the top of the wall (it only had to be seven feet high) and, holding onto the wall with one hand, reached into the center of the four foot wide ceiling and pushed upwards on the panel. It lifted easily, the dirt already having been broken not very long ago by Damaran himself. Damaran kept lifting and setthe panelon the ground next to the hole. Still not looking at or speaking to Fiyero, he grabbed onto the edges of the hole and, poking his head out of it first to make sure no guards were around, lifted himself easily onto the ground above their heads. Once Damaran was safely out, he put his head back in. "Hurry," he whispered. "The guards could walk by any minute."
Fiyero nodded, and crossed to the wall Damaran had climbed up. He tried to grab it while holding Elphaba's broom, but realized he couldn't. "Hold the broom," he whispered to Damaran. Damaran reached down for the broom that Fiyero held out, and took it from him, setting it next to him. Fiyero put an arm up, realizing the bricks weren't as easy to hold onto as Damaran made it look. Grunting, he pulled himself up to the hole, and grabbed the edges, as he had seen Damaran do. He hoisted himself out, sitting on the ground next to Damaran. Damaran smiled at him.
"We should go," Damaran told him quietly. He handed the broom back to him, then set the panel carefully back into the hole in the ground. If you hadn't have known it was there, you never would have seen it.They both stood up, still a little nervous. Fiyero looked around for the guards, feeling accomplished. Fiyero knew the way back to the Emerald City would be long, and if they traveled quickly enough with not much time for breaks, they would soon catch up. Not seeing any guards, he crossed in front of Damaran.
"We can travel through the woods, for now," Fiyero told him, whispering. He started to walk quietly, trying to avoid twigs. "Once we're safely away from the castle, we can walk on open land." They looked slightly comical, hunched over and arms out, almost like two children playing spies. They made it to the woods. When they were in the safe territory of trees and bushes, they both breathed sighs of relief, laughing quietly to each other. Damaran grinned excitedly.
"We should probably get going fast," he said. "We have a lot of ground to make up."
Fiyero nodded in agreement, and, adrenaline still rushing from their escape, the two of them began to walk in the direction of the Emerald City.
Glinda smiled at her reflection in the mirror. "My dear Ozians," she said quietly. "It is important for us to remember-"
"No."
"Those…less fortunate…"
"No."
"We're not a perfect society, and-"
"Certainly not."
She frowned at herself. The anonymous group hadn't stopped sending her letters about the Animals, and she had to decide on something. She was trying to rehearse a speech, to make the group happy. She didn't exactly know what to say, though. She wanted the group to stop sending her letters, and she wanted the Animals to be okay, and she wanted the citizens of Oz to be happy with her. The Wizard had brainwashed most citizens into thinking that all the Animals shouldn't speak, and should be kept in cages, and everyone (excluding the few sending her letters and Elphie, of course) wanted to keep it the way it was. She scrunched her nose, then giggled, realizing how cute she looked with her nose scrunched. Then she sighed, still not knowing what to do. After thinking nearly a minute, she decided that she would wait…one month. If Elphie was back by then (which she expected) she would get Elphie's consent on it. She knew, subconsciously, what Elphie would have to say about it…give all Animals equal rights! But perhaps that's what Glinda really wanted to do, so she stuck with that plan. She smiled at herself again in the mirror. She was a good thinker.
Pleased with herself, she wandered back into her room. Besides the Animal issue, she didn't really have anything to do. Everyone was okay. It was different, she thought, not having something to do. She sat in her frilly pink skirts on her bed. A smile grew, as her thoughts once again turned to Elphie. She could hardly stop thinking about her…she was so excited to get her best friend back. She rarely considered the possibility of Elphie being dead anymore. She was alive, and that was what she was going to believe until Boq came back-with or without her. She wondered if they had found her, and what she was doing right then. Boq was probably being mean to her, she thought. But she wouldn't be mistreated, as Glinda had told them to not do anything bad to her. She wished that Elphie could be brought back to Oz with a grand welcoming committee waiting for her…but she knew that if the news about Elphie somehow had leaked out, she would be met with jeers and taunts. Or, frightened looks and screams. Glinda didn't know which one would win out. She tried to not think about that, though. Once Elphie was loved by all citizens of Oz, they would live happily ever after, with husbands for each of them and being the most powerful and celebratedpeople in all of Oz. Glinda sighed happily. With the Wizard gone and Morrible behind bars, she knew Elphie would be happy to be back. After all, they were the reason that Elphie had left in the first place, right? They were behind everything. Without them, she and Elphie would be in the palace, right then, with Fiyero as…well, one of their husbands. But now Fiyero was dead, and Elphie was either dead also (which she wouldn't accept), she was living by herself or with people that probably didn't want her anyway, or she was captured by Boq and his army. Glinda shrugged the thought away that maybe being captured wasn't the best way to bring her back, after all, it was all going to be okay in the long run, right? She smiled to herself. The rest of their lives were going to be so great.