Author's Notes:
So I just finished reading Son of a Witch. I loved it! And I was slightly shocked to see some similarities between that and the progress and part of the story that is yet to come...I already had it written but I'm going to change it a bit so the it doesn't look like I'm straight copying...Two you should know the story is written I just have very little time to actually update. Show is nearly over...the end is in sight. More time to work on things.
Sadly No POV
He would not go directly to her.
She would not go directly to him.
It was not in their nature.
Liir saw Remmy off to her final year at Shiz before leaving to the only place he could think of.
His journey seemed to go faster than he would have liked. He was not the bravest soul in Oz, and he could not muster enough anger to carry himself immediately over the remaining threshold.
Instead he waited outside the gates of Kiamo Ko.
The letter lay mostly unread within his breast pocket of the worn coat. He had grown weary of letters in his years. To him they always seemed to carry some trace of negative news. Even those letters from Glinda in the lulls of time when he would not see his daughter carried some worry between Remmy latest accomplishments.
...There has been a threat of an uprising in the northeast corner...
...A woman was found stalking the children while they were on an outing…
...Please send information on the rash of murders in your area, some official are beginning to get anxious...
...The woman stalker found her way into the palace, but disappeared before the palace guards could make an arrest...
He pulled the letter out and began fingering it. For a moment he thought about reading it, but his mind decided for him. He watched the campfire devour the paper in a hurry.
If he didn't read it, he would hear what he didn't want to know.
And what he didn't know was that he was being watched, by two interested parties.
The first watched from afar standing outside the range of immediate concern.
The second stood just inside gates and would have the most immediate effect on the man sitting at the fire. She had neither the right to be upset at what she witnessed nor to rush him.
Instead Elphaba, in a moment outside of her personality, waited patiently. There had been moments in her past were she had questioned if Liir was really her son. There was always the thought he had been an orphan the maunts had merely pushed upon her. And had Remmy not cleared up the question this moment would be all she needed.
She watched as his anger...her anger...play across his face as he tossed that letter to its death. He struggled to hide it, a feat she had since achieved. But it was there.
She watched as he ran his hands through his hair and laid back to watch the stars. A second nature trait of Fiyero's to calm himself. She let out a breath, a distant relative to a laugh.
She gave her self away, and she was unsure if she hadn't done it on purpose.
He stood in a seconds, appearing ready to fight if he must. Elphaba simply turned and walked to the castle...careful not to provoke his possibly inherited temper. In a moment of confusion he followed.
The castle had not played host or home in year. It had grown accustomed to its place as an album of memories of lives that once had been lived...a museum of sorts. The monkeys had left years ago whether of a drought in food stores or a loss of hope it is uncertain.
"How could you still be alive?" Liir accused.
"You make sound like a crime."
"It isn't?"
"I could ask you the same question? What have you done in these years to give you the right to interrogate me?" Her voice stood void of emotion.
"I was caring for my daughter. My child I didn't abandon. Why did you leave? Why not drag me along, or even Nanny?"
Elphaba scoffed, "Nanny was too old, then again she always had been. And you? What would we have done with you? Risked your life as well? I car...you were better off without me."
"You cared for me? Is that what you were going to say? You never cared. You only cared about you and your guilt."
He once would have been right. They both knew it. But she had she change in that area over the years, she blamed on Fiyero, she blamed it on Thaimis and Avaya. She had fought it too much when it came to Liir.
She could admit he was right, but, again it wasn't in her nature. Better to avoid it.
"You've done well by Remmy."
"Rehmehya."
"What happened to her mother? She wouldn't say."
"She doesn't know."
"Fiyero...your father would like to see you. There's no need to blame him. He never really knew."
"I don't blame him...I've been too busy blaming you."
There it was again...the wall that wouldn't fall. And maybe it would never collapse. Maybe perhaps there would be hole to go through or a rope to climb over.
Until next time, this is me...signing out.