A/N: Thank you whogirl, jemima, PoetryOutLoud and SawyerZelda for the reviews! I appreciate it! And to Legawien, you haven't reviewed, but you put me on your favorites list which deserves recognition! Thanks so much! Sawyerzelda: Boq's not evil! Well, he is right now, but he'll get better, I promise! And no, I don't live in New York, but I go there every now and then because I have family there. I'd love to live there, though! PoetryOutLoud: I love Glinda's naivety also. It's very fun. : ) And have you seen the musical? (SPOILER) Because at the end of the musical, when Elphaba and Glinda are in the castle, Elphaba gets a letter…Glinda says, "It's Fiyero, isn't it?" and Elphaba says, "You won't be seeing his face any longer." (or something like that). So they all think Fiyero died (except, of course, for Elphaba). And to all of you, I've been planning this chapter for awhile…don't think me evil! Keep reading after this, I promise you'll be satisfied! Well, no, I don't, but do keep reading even if you're mad! I hate the writing on this chapter. I don't know why. It's just not very good. Notthe plot (which I know you all willhate) but the writing itself. Oh well. Review, all! Oh yeah, and I have no idea if they'd have saddles and reins in Oz…let's pretend they do, shall we?

Elphaba glared at the captain as he whistled, making sure everything got packed up quickly. Her arms were crossed in front of her as she surveyed them all, standing. It was obvious they tried to make a point of not looking at her, keeping their eyes trained to the ground as they walked in front of her. She turned her head back towards the captain, who had been looking at her, but guiltily turned his head away when she caught him. The corner of her mouth twitched, almost smiling, but she quickly turned her head to the ground, not really wanting to show any signs of emotion at all. She looked back up at the guards, unfolding her arms. She heard the captain whistle again. "It's time, men!" She looked up at the sky. Dark, still, it couldn't have been more than five in the morning. The captain turned his head toward her and jerked his head slightly, as if to tell her to come. Stubbornly, her first instinct was to plant her feet into the ground and make them physically carry her, but remembering Fiyero, Damaran, and the rope they could easily tie around her wrists, she strolled towards them and the horses. She wondered, for a moment, if they would let her ride on one of the horses that carried supplies, but put the thought out of her head, not hoping. All of the men began to mount their horses, and she looked away, putting an uninterested expression on her face, and re-crossing her arms.

"Elphaba!"

Her head turned swiftly, a curious expression on her face. It grew silent as everybody looked at the captain who had called her name. His face grew red, as he realized his mistake. He had made it once before, she remembered, the morning before. She swallowed, almost as if the name was too much to bear. "What?" she whispered, the first time she had spoken in front of the captain or his guards.

"Ah, well, Witch, you'll have to walk, again. Walk, Witch."

Still looking at him oddly, she paused and then nodded. Him calling her 'Witch' twice was just, she knew, him trying to make up for his mistake…but she wasn't going to easily forget it. It just reminded her more that she definitely knew him. The captain whistled once again (she was about to rip that annoying whistle off his neck) and they all started off.

"Damaran, come on!"

"I'm tired!"

"I don't care!" Fiyero was extremely exasperated with the teenager, who was about to collapse on the ground. He sighed and sank to his knees, also tired. "I just…we need to catch up to Elphaba."

Damaran looked at Fiyero, and a newfound determination rose in him. "All right. Let's go." He said, nodding his head.

Fiyero looked up at him, smiling. "Good. We should catch up to her soon," he exclaimed, springing to his feet. Damaran smiled, wishing he could feel so confident. He, however, didn't think they'd catch up to her. He hoped, of course, that they would…but he didn't think so. Compared to horses, walking just wasn't very fast. It was true, that they had been walking all night…but still.

The two continued to walk, now in the openness of the vast expanse with nobody near. They hadn't yet stopped to eat or drink, and Damaran definitely feeling it. It was still fairly early morning, so it wasn't hot outside, but it was a bit tiring. He almost sighed, but caught himself, not wanting to anger Fiyero. He could tell Fiyero's nerves were getting to him, as he continued to bite his lip, which was a nervous habit he hadn't seen him do before. He looked out in front of him and squinted, then gasped and stopped, putting out a hand for Fiyero to stop too.

Far ahead of them, almost so far away they weren't able to see them, there were horses, and people.

Elphaba, though her legs were slightly sore from the day before, found it much easier to walk when she wasn't being half-dragged. She walked next to the captain's horse, as she was sick of the whistle he would blow when she would try to lag behind a bit. They were going at her pace, that day, which she was extremely happy about. She could really tell how much they feared her. Well, the guards feared her-the captain feared showing herany signs of recognition. As she walked, she tried hard to remember. Could she know him from school? She studied his face. He looked young enough for that possibility. There were many from Shiz that hated her-she couldn't recall them all. Maybe she knew him through someone in her family? Her father? Nessa? She shook her head, knowing that eventually it would come to her.

Out of nowhere, she heard a cry from behind her. Startled, she turned around, as the captain turned his horse to look behind. The rider on the horse behind her had fallen off, clutching his arm. Everyone stopped their horses in their tracks, and there were shouts of surprise. Her head turned sharply to the tall grass to their right, where she saw movement about a hundred yards off, and then Fiyero stood up, swiftly took aim, and shot an arrow, which he then disappeared back into the grass. Her eyes widened in surprise, her feetrooted to the ground, unable to move. Fiyero missed, but almost nobody missed seeing him. The horses all around her were whinnying, and the riders jumping off them. It was chaotic, and she stayed where she was, eyes darting back and forth between the grass and the guards, wondering how two (or one, she thought, she hadn't seen Damaran yet) people could put eight trained guards into complete panic. She looked back at the grass wildly, and saw Damaran stand up, a bow in his hand. He quickly put an arrow into it, as she looked behind her. She saw a guard also take out a bow and arrow, and he shot. She turned her head wildly back to Damaran, who didn't see the arrow coming. It hit his chest, and she saw his eyes widen and mouth drop open in surprise as he fell backwards, and she was certain that he had just been killed.

She gasped, and began to run forward. The guards acted fast and two grabbed each of her arms, holding them out to her side as she writhed in their grasp, kicking and squirming. Three guards came in front of her then, pointing spears directly at her, while one other guard managed to grasp her ankles from behind. They seemed more afraid of losing her than Fiyero shooting more arrows at them. The guards had a hard time holding onto her, and she thrashed desperately, not sure if she was trying to get free, as she knew she couldn't. She felt her legs being let go of for only a second, and then grabbed hold of again, as somebody else started to wrap rope around her ankles. She tried hard to move her legs about so they couldn't, but it didn't work. The two guards holding onto her arms brought them behind her as the guard tying her legs tied more rope around her wrists, tying very tightly. The three guards held onto her tightly, as she still was writhing, though knowing she wouldn't be able to walk anymore with her ankles tied. That entire episode hadn't taken long to complete, and the captain strode next to the group surrounding Elphaba, speaking out to the grass in which Fiyero still was, probably deciding what to do, Elphaba thought.

"Do you see this?!" The captain shouted out, pointing to Elphaba. "You did this with your stupidity! And you stay right where you are! You show yourself again, and we'll kill her! Do you hear me?!" The captain stood still for a moment, almost as if waiting for Fiyero to answer him. Fiyero didn't pop up again, which Elphaba was grateful for…for his sake and hers. She twisted again, and the captain went back to his horse. The guards watched him, still holding to Elphaba or their spears, waiting for instruction. She didn't watch him, but could hear his horse trotting over to them. She gave a final twist as the guards and the captain lifted her onto his horse and set her in front of him in the saddle, once again sidesaddle. It made her so angry that she had to sit with him…and that they had killed Damaran…the anger just started to billow out of her, and she turned around suddenly only a second before the guard who had shot Damaran fell to the ground, twitching convulsively. He yelled out in pain, and a few guards (including the one who had been shot in the arm-the cut had not been too deep) ran to him. He twisted and screamed as she kept her gaze on him. The captain, right behind her on the horse, didn't connect the dots until a few moments had passed, and he smacked her, hard enough to break her gaze. The guard stopped jerking and lay panting on the ground. She stared back at him, trying to make him feel pain again, but nothing happened. The guards lifted him up to his feet, and he stood for a moment, okay. The guards had watched her during that, and knew what had really happened. They all stood, wide-eyed in fear, and backed away from her, the captain, and the horse they were on. She could feel that the captain was tense behind her.

"Well?!" The captain shouted. Elphaba could sense the fear in his voice. "Get on a horse and let's get going!" The soldiers all scrambled towards a horse, and she looked back out at the grass. There was no movement. She didn't know why they didn't kill Fiyero on the spot…but she was glad they didn't. With her arms behind her, she couldn't hold on to anything, and she was afraid she'd slip off the horse during the ride. The captain put his arms around her, holding onto the reins. His elbows dug into her ribs, slightly, and she was a little bit grateful. At least she wouldn't fall off. He put his horse at a canter, and they led the procession. She looked back once more at where Fiyero and Damaran had been shooting from, and bit her lip to keep from crying out to Fiyero. 'Damaran,' she thought silently, angrily, and sadly all at the same time. 'I'm so sorry.'