(NOTE): Hey I'm sorry about the words being squeezed together, it's this stupid computer or something...well anyway...
The next morning, Fiyero left early to find where the camp was. Even though they had decided to wait before doing anything, Elphaba packed up what they had, her mind set on leaving as soon as possible. She had to know what was going on, and Kaphion was her best source of information. After she had gathered their few belongings, she worked on the gift she had made for Fiyero for their anniversary to calm her. It was a broom of his own that she had stressed to enchant so that it could fly. She had found the materials to make it easily enough, but putting it together and remembering the spell was a little bit more difficult than she cared to admit. But eventually she managed it and it didn't look (or fly) half bad. It just need to be smoothed a little more and some of the bristles were uneven. She sighed knowing that she couldn't hide it on their trip, so she would have to give it to him today. But there was still the other suprise so there was still something to look foward to.
She then stopped all of a sudden and listened. The rain had stopped and she could hear footsteps rushing towards the door. She quickly stood up as Fiyero rushed through the door and said quickly "Elphaba we have to leave NOW, the camp is much closer than I thought! It's only a matter of hours before they find us!"
" I suspected just as much.," she picked up the satchel that contained her thingshanded the broom to him "Here!" she said giving him a quick kiss "Happy anniversary!" She rushed out the door, grabbing her own broom as she went, and lept on to it as quickly as she could. She only looked back for a second as she saw Fiyero leap on to his new broom, stumbling a while as he got control of it. Elphaba was happy she had taught him how to fly before this. Otherwise, it could have created a nasty mess.
The rain had stopped but it was still pretty dark out, creating a fairly good cover. Fiyero caught up to her, softly guiding her where not to fly so they wouldn't run into the Gale Force. Kiamo Ko was still a long while away, and they had to be as quiet as possible.
Glinda was down in the City's dungeon, softly crying to herself. She had been kept here for so long she was sure they had forgotten about her. She was filthy, her clothes were torn, and her petite, delicate body was covered with scars, bruises, and cuts, bothold and recent. She painfully remembered the first time she had been brought down here, after being beaten and humiliated by the Wizard himself. He had had her publicly stripped to almost nothing and tied to the ground as he had whipped the first few lashes on her back. By the time he had finished she had passed out. The next thing she knew, she had woken up in this cell, with only the torn remains of her clothes and the new deep gashes bleeding heavily on her back. This was her sentence. For "being the Wicked Witch of the West's ally" she was to suffer and rot in prison. The people, her people, had done nothing about it. They were glad that their "treacherous leader" was suffering. Only one person had spoken for her. The Tin Woodsman, who had used to be her friend Boq. The people didn't take too kindly with him as her spoke in her defense, when her public trial had taken place. She didn't know exactly what they had done with him, but she knew it couldn't have been good. But I'm sure it was no worse than what has happened to me she thought mournfully.
She then heard footsteps coming down the long hallway and stood up, thinking it was the guard bringing her food. But it was the Wizard being followed by many guards. He ordered her door unlocked and walked inside the cell.She glared at him as he looked her over and smiled cruelly. "And how is dear Glinda the Actually-Not-So-Good today?" he sneered. As the guards snickered, she tried to think up a witty remark, something that Elphie might say...
"Oh, that's very clever. Tell me, do you think up those clever remarks in your tower all by yourself while your not destorying people's lives?Or do you just make them up on the spot?" was what she came out with and it certainly did stop the guards snickers, but the Wizard was looking at her with an amused expression.
"Extraodinary. You almost seemed like the Witch just then. Even when you're at your lowest point you still choose show disrespect to your superiors. And no, actually, I hire a professional to think them up for me while I destroy other people's lives.," Glinda gave him a hateful look as the guards snickered once more."Anyway, my dear Glinda...," he waved the guards away and they left with discouraged faces. He then walked closer to her until he was barely an inch away from her face" I came to tell you that I have a very good reason to believe that my 'beloved daughter' might still be alive.," Glinda's eyes widened in shock.
"You...your...your LYING! THAT CAN'T BE! I SAW HER MELT!"
"SILENCE!"he back handed her across her face. She clutched it in shock and looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I don't want everyone to know yet!" he hissed. His face softened back into his calm expression. "Anyway, Madam Morrible had a lot of time to herself when you imprisoned her in this very cell. She soon realized that there was no possible way she could have melted. She was physically a normal human (except for the mere color of her skin)and water cannot melt humans, no matter how 'evil' they seem to be. She then used another one of her special talents to reach out and try to feel the magic that would be surrounding the green girl if she was still alive. She has felt it, and Madam Morrible is seldom wrong about these sort of things. She has sent the Gale Force to all parts of Oz, so it won't be long until the green Witch is found. Guards!" The guards came rushing back and locked the door as the Wizard turned out of the cell. He then sent them ahead as he smirked and took one last look at Glinda and began to leave. Glinda stood there in shock as she watched the Wizard's retreating back.
"WAIT!" she shouted. The Wizard turned once more "What are you going to do with her when you find her?"
"Well, she is MY daughter," he replied as heturned to leave oncemore "and as I told you before, I plan to take back what is rightfully mine!,"
When Glinda heard the door slam as the Wizard left, she sank down to her knees and wept freely. "Oh, Elphie," she whispered "if you're really still alive...please be careful!"
Well, it's longer right? So, you like?