A/N: Hello my fellow writers, readers, and lovers of Glinda and Elphaba! How are all of you guys? (I am in a great mood :) Thank you all so much for those reviews. I am glad that you all like my story so much, and take the time to review. And I just got my Wicked book back from my friend, one month later, and I guess there is no sort of priest in it. C'est la vie.
So here it is, Chapter Whatever...I hope this helps Julie's addiction.
Troy had always been a fast rider. Being brought up with the well-done Gilikense, Troy was supposed to be a fairly good horse rider. However, Troy was nothing short than a champion in his hometown. He was the fastest rider in Gilikin, and maybe all of Oz.
Troy loved riding his gray mare, a gift from his parents when he joined the Guard. There was nothing better in his mind than riding so fast that the world around him was blurred. Than having his soft, curly hair fly out of his face from the wind. Going so fast that tears would well up in his brown eyes. Every time he would ride Troy felt like he was complete, like nothing mattered.
Until tonight.
Troy couldn't get the picture out of his head. Around twenty five dead bodies laid scattered along the blood soaked ground of the Gustof Cave. Most of the men were no older than him, and every single one of them had a look of pure terror plastered on their face. And Zrex, the most evil man Troy had ever heard of, his body was the most disgusting and exciting corpse in the cave. He looked surprised, like he was not expecting to have a knife in his heart. However the most surprising thing was what was clasped in his large blood-stained hands.
That small item was why Troy rode so fast. Why he had left his troops searching the vast forest for someone he now believed lost. That small item seemed to weigh him down as he raced up the stairs towards his cousins room. The small item was now clutched in his sweaty hand, as he raised his other hand to knock on the large wooden doors.
"Glinda?"
The doors were thrown open so fast and suddenly that Troy jumped back. Glinda looked like she hadn't slept for days, even though Troy knew she had only just lost one day of sleep. Without a word Glinda pulled Troy into her suite and closed the door.
Glinda studied Troy, trying to guess the news. In her heart she knew it wasn't going to be good news. Troy's brown eyes seemed slightly glazed, as if he had seen a spectre. His hair was all over the place, like a farm after a storm. The most alarming feature was the blood. There was dried blood on his uniform, and some caked on his hands. Glinda could smell the coppery odor, it was so strong she could almost taste it.
"Troy...what is it?" Glinda didn't even try to mask the fear in her voice. Her mind kept screaming the same thing. However her heart was creaming something completely different.
Troy frowned and slowly placed the small item in Glinda's shaking hands. Gasping, Glinda fell to her knees in disbelief. "Oh Elphie..."
That small item was Elphaba's treasured necklace.
Troy tried to reassure Glinda the best he could. Telling her they didn't find her and she might be alive. Yet, Glinda wouldn't listen, couldn't listen. She couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't cry. She felt numb all over, worse than she had felt they other times when Elphaba had be ripped away from her.
When Troy finally retired to his room with promises of leaving in the morning to help look for his friend, Glinda managed to carry herself outside on to her balcony. Glinda couldn't help it, she looked to the west. Hoping and praying to the Unnamed Gods that a Witch was flying back to her. Looking down at her hand, which was holding the necklace so tight it hurt, Glinda let out a cry that no one heard. A cry that made her own heart rip with pain and solitude.
"Elphie!"
A/N: Sorry, so sorry. This is very short. But The next chapter is coming soon, very soon. Depending on your reviews of course.
Oh and sorry...you don't know what has happened to Elphaba yet. Just wait until the next chapter... this was more of a filler I needed to write.
