(NOTE): Just so you know, when Elphaba and Fiyero had flew to the dungeons, the sun had just set which means it wasn't completely dark yet. (I guess I was kinda writing it like it was still daytime.)
As he sat on the floor of the carriage, Fiyero guessed it was about midnight when they reached the mountains. It took a lot more time to get there when one wasn't flying. Flying! Fiyero thought I hope they haven't found the brooms! He and Elphaba had hidden the brooms in the trees pretty well, but that was before they knew guards were hiding in the woods. He felt the carriage jerk as they stopped. He was about wake Glinda, who had fallen alseep in his arms, when he felt the carriage being turned around and led back the way they came. He gently loosed Glinda, stood up, and walked closer to where the driver was sitting.
"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded "Why are we going back the other way?"
"Tha Wizard ordered me ta bring ya back afta I drove ya 'ere, 'e did."
"WHAT! But he promised to let us go!" The driver shrugged.
"Ahm jest followin orders, Oi am. An' if ya don' lioke i', well too bad fer ya."
"Let us go!" Glinda cried as she rushed over. She had woken up after she had heard Fiyero shout 'what'. "Please let us go!" She rattled the bars of the cage. The driver just laughed at her feeble attempts. Glinda broke out into fresh new tears and clung to Fiyero, who was burning with anger.
All through the carriage ride, Elphaba just stared at the floor, trying to hide her head beneath the brim of her hat. The Wizard just continued to stare at her, his eyes mostly roaming around her belly. His stomach leapt of the thought of knowing that his grandchild was growing inside of this woman, his daughter. He finally had what he had desperatly wanted:a family. Even if his own child hated him, he decided that he would do everthing to prevent his granchild from hating him. Madame Morrible's mind was on other things. She stared out the window, deep in thought. She wouldn't mind if they kept Elphaba's child and raised it for their own uses, but she did not want to keep Elphaba alive. Or Glinda and Fiyero, for that matter. They had always been just pebbles in her shoes. Ones that she had always wanted to dispose of. And now, when her chance had finally come, the Wizard wished to keep them alive. Well she thought when I get another chance, I will destroy them all myself, including the Wizard! And there will be another chance she turned her head to look at Elphaba Oh, yes. There will be another chance!
As the carriage finally came to a halt in front of the palace, Elphaba heard the Wizard whisper to Madame Morrible "Did you tell the gaurds about what to do when we returned? And did you make sure all the Munchkin slaves were locked away?" Elphaba clenched her fists as she saw Morrible nod. As the carriage opened, the Wizard quickly stepped out and offered his hand to Elphaba. Once again, Elphaba ignored it and began to step out, but the Wizard grabbed her arm and led her down the steps.
"Madame Morrible is right, you know." Elphaba hissed as she jerked her arm away from his grasp "I will not break." And by this, she meant more things than one. The Wizard acted like he didn't hear her and helped Madame Morrible out of the carriage as well.
"Madame Morrible will lead you to your room." he said to Elphaba.
"My room? Don't you mean my cell?" The Wizard shook his head.
"No, for reasons of my own I have no intention of keeping locked away in the dungeons. I'll explain everything when I come to see you tomorrow afternoon. Madame Morrible, would you be so kind as to lead our guest to the Upper Tower?"
"But, Sir, that is where visiting dignitaries stay! They are the best rooms in the entire palace, except for yours. They're even better than my own!"
"I'll allow nothing less for her, Madame. She deserves only the best, Or at least second best. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Sir." Madame Morrible mumbled and motioned for Elphaba to follow her inside. Elphaba followed cautiously. She was confused as to why she 'deserved at least second best'. She suspected the Wizard had something else up his sleeve and she knew she just had to wait for the other shoe to drop. But for now, she just followed Madame Morrible up a fight of long, green stairs. There was a hallway that had a row of doors. Morrible took out a set of keys and opened the closest one and gestured for Elphaba to go inside. Elphaba let out a small gasp.It was an enormous, beautiful parlor room. There were two doors on one side of the room and a fireplace, two large lounge chairs, and a grandfather clock on the other. Madame Morrible pointed to one of the doors. "That leads to the bedroom. The other leads to the bathroom. You shall find everthing you need in those rooms, except perhaps clothes, in which I'm sure the Wizard will soon provide you with some. You are not to venture outside of these rooms (though it will hardly matter since the door shall be kept locked) and you are not to use any kind of magic whilst you are here." Before she left, Morrible moved closer to Elphaba "And I warn you, if you try anything, it shall be the worst for you." she whispered in her ear "So I would be careful if I were you."
"Thats funny." Elphaba whispered back "was going to say exactly the same thing to you!" Slap! Morrible slapped her hand right across Elphaba's face.Elphaba held her cheek in shock.
"Don't you dare threaten me! If I could have it my way, I would kill you myself right now! It is only because of the Wizard I do not. HE is the one protecting you. You, however, have no power here, so you have no right acting as if you do! You just remember that you are his prisoner. Nothing more." She walked out and slammed the door behind her. Elphaba heard a click as the door was locked.She rubbed her sore cheek as she walked into the bedroom. There was a big, four-poster canopy bed with dark, green sheets and gold pillows. Near the wall was a wooden vanity next to a window with a cusioned window seat. On the other wall was a door that led to the bathroom. She looked out the window and saw the Emerald City, still glittering in the moonlight. She tried to open the window, but it was locked. She was completley sealed in this terrible, beautiful prison. At least Fiyero and Glinda are safe she thought as she made her way towards the bed, placed her hat on the bedside table,and lied down and somehow, they'll get me out of here. I know they they will. She drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
The next day, Elphaba was woken up by the feel off fingers running through her hair. Her eyes opened to find the Wizard staring lovingly down at her. She slapped his hand away and quickly sat up.
"What the hell do you want?" The Wizard tutted at her.
"Now, now, now. Don't tell me your mother raised you to speak such language."
"You leave my mother out of this! Now, what THE HELL do you want?" The Wizard sighed.
"Well, I told you I would explain everything today, so here I am."
"You said in the afternoon."
"It is the afternoon. You've sleep the day away. See for yourself." He held up a pocket watch and Elphaba saw that it was, in fact, the afternoon. "Now if you'll kindly listen to me, I shall explain. You see, years ago, when I had just barely arrived in Oz, I stumbled upon an extremely captivating young Munchkin woman who was, unfortunatly, already married. But I was blinded by love (or perhaps it was lust) and I was determined to have her. So, evey night when her husband was away, I would give her a special elixir I had bought from an old witch doctor woman named Yackle.Yackle assured me that it would make the Muchkin woman drowsy and acquiescent. It did and I continued a long affair with her, until I became the Wonderful Wizard of Oz. But I had left a bottle of my elixir with her and I had not seen it again until Miss Glinda gave it to me after your 'death'. She claimed that it belonged to your mother. Do you know what I am saying?" Elphaba knew, but she didn't want to believe it.
"No." she said softly "There is no way you could be my...my father. I am nothing like you and never will be! You can't be!" The Wizard reached into his pocket and pulled out a green glass bottle.Elphaba recognized it immeadiately and snatched away from him. Tears began to fill her eyes.
"This means nothing! You could have just stolen it!"
"My dear, think. You know that this is the only logical reason why your skin is green and why you have such powers! You are of both my world and Oz! You know that this is true!" As much as she didn't want to admit it, she knew that he was right. More tears filled her eyes and she cringed as she felt the Wizard wipe them. When he started to put his arms around her, she pushed him away and threw the bottle at him. He ducked and it smashed against the wall.
"I DON'T CARE!" she shouted "YOU'VE BEEN NOTHING LIKE A FATHER TO ME! I HATE YOU AND ALWAYS WILL!" She was smacked again, this time on the other cheek. The Wizard gripped her arms and brought her up to his face.
"Don't you EVER say that to me! You will NEVER talk to your father that way!"
"You may be my father" she hissed "but you're still my enemy! You cannot prevent me from hating you!" He glowered at her. Eventually, though, he loosened his grip.
"Perhaps not" he said "But I can a least make you act like you don't. That is, if you want your friend and your husband to remain unharmed."
"What do you mean? You let them go!"
"I had them driven away, but I didn't let them go.I knew that I would need some kind of leverage, so I thought it best to keep them."
"The deal was you let them go and I come with you!"
"I didn't say when I would let them go. I might, one day, when you're ready to stay here at your own free will. But for now, I'm afraid that I must use them against you. So, if you're a good girl and cooperate, I promise not to hurt them.I give you my word." Elphaba felt as if her heart was about to explode. Not only was her most hated enemy her father, he had made her powerless to do anything to him. She lowered her eyes to the ground and the tears flowed freely down her face. Again, the Wizard put his arms around her, and this time she couldn't pull back. She shuddered as his fingers ran through her hair and his head rested on hers. "Come and have dinner with me tonight" he whispered "and talk with me. It won't be so bad living here. I'll even let you explore the castle if you wish." He suddenly pulled back and put his hand on her belly. "Oh, dear. I hope I haven't hurt the baby! Does it feel alright?" Elphaba nodded. She knew the baby wasn't hurt by him just gripping her arms.He sighed with relief and lifted her eyes to meet his. "And by the way, since you are my daughter, I feel that I should have the right to name you."
"I already have a name." she declared softly.
"You have an Ozian name. But since you are of both worlds, I think you need a name from my world as well. Ever since I was a boy, I decided that if I had a daughter I would name her after my grandmother, who raised me. Her name was Peg, from the name Margaret. So that is what I shall call you. Margaret."He got up and headed out the door. "I shall send some clothes for you to wear when you come down to dinner.And take a bath as well. I shall see you tonight then, Margaret." As he closed the door, Elphaba wept, letting all her emotions escaped. The Wizard had taken her friend, her husband, her freedom, and now even her name. She threw the pillows to the other side of the room and sank her head into the ruffled sheets. She felt as if she had no hope left at all.
(NOTE): Bet you can guess where I got the name Margaret from, hmm?