Ok people, it's time more Fiyero-ness! YAY! Let's all be happy! In this chapter, you shall learn more about Fiyero's home life and such.

Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked. If I did, I would reborn myself as Fiyero's and Elphaba's daughter and have fun freaking them out as I Defy Gravity and go out with Glinda's son. Lol…

Fiyero's POV

I ran as fast as I could, out of the Ozdust ballroom. I heard Galinda calling my name but I didn't care. I couldn't deal with the blonde Gillikin girl right now.

Elphaba. I couldn't get her out of my head. What was wrong with me? Am I… falling for a green girl! NO! I can't! Love isn't real, idiot I thought. Because it isn't. At least not for me. Love is too wondrous and far off to be real.

I have two philosophies. One is of course, Dancing through Life, and the other is that Love is an illusion created by the people who are hopeless and have nothing else to believe in. So, I don't believe in it.

I sprinted until I came to a small field full of red poppies. I collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, breathing in the poppies heavy scent that filled the air. As I stretched across the slightly damp grass, I looked at the constellations. It's been a habit of mine since I was a small child.

I pondered my life. I pondered my feelings. I pondered Elphaba. What am I thinking? Why am I thinking! I sighed. Why me? Why has my sub-conscious, who unfortunately is usually right…Always right. It corrected meOk, always right. So am I really in love with Elphaba Thropp? To make it even worse, it would be considered love at first sight.

Pathetic. I thought. That's the worse way to realize love just MIGHT be real. In the Vinkus, love is rare. It was only recently that the law of arranged marriages was abolished. If you can call it recent, since it was my Grandfather who did once he took the throne.

My father got to choose who he wanted to marry, but honestly he didn't have much of a variety of choices. My grandfather knew that since the law was so recent, it'd be hard to introduce love itself to a culture who had only known love for a family and at the very least friendship from a spouse.

So he grabbed the nearest girl from a Palace servant who had just given birth, and had her in the nursery with my father and grew up as childhood friends. Who was this young girl? My mother. They grew up as best friends, and when the time came to choose his wife he chose her. He had dated many girls, yes it is common to date in our culture now, but he chose my mom. Father told me he was truly in love with my mother. I know there in love. I see it in their eyes, but to me, love is as far off as the unknown countries beyond the border of Oz.

I fiddled with a piece of grass. As green as Elphaba's skin, but her skin is a much more lovely shade of green. AAAAAAAA! Why can't I stop thinking of her? Besides, Galinda was already with me, and I can tell she's the type that sticks into your side tighter then the thorned ivy of the Thousand Year Grasslands.

Anyways, back to my home. Love is rare and cherished, but also more common then it used to be. I believe in the love of a family. I do love my family. I have a brother who is about two years younger then me, and another one who is ten. Their names are Raja and Banasa. I also have one little sister who is thirteen. Her name is Damiree. Or Dami for short.

I don't mean to be picky, but I absolutely love Dami most. She is my only sister and grows more beautiful with each day I see her. Of course, that means young Vinkus boys are chasing after her. Which I won't let happen for a long while.

You see, even though women do not have as much rights as men, they are highly respected and cherished. So it's a high crime in the Vinkus to harm a woman. By law, if you do you shall be sent to the family of which you've inflicted pain upon and they will punish you.

Usually it is the Father, Husband, or older brother that punishes you. Trust me, if anyone messed with little Dami I would have them sent to exile in the tribe of the Scrow, or even worse! Now, it is even worse if you are punished by the mother. No one is closer to a girl then their own mother. Trust me, if you mess with anybody my mother cares about, she will hunt you down and bash you with a women's Skri.

Now, a Skri is a hunting tool that is a heavy wooden club. The men's is larger and more dangerous while a women's is lighter and easier to carry. We also use it for a favorite sport of ours. Hitball. Basically it's a tribute to the Arjiki God of War and Games, Rajana, who my second brother is named after.

I'm not a fan of Hitball, though I must participate in a traditional game once a year. I prefer dancing. Dancing is BIG in our culture. Everyone must dance. Hmmmm…. If I ever get the chance I should teach Elphaba to dance.

It would give me a very good reason to be near her, and to take her to the Vinkus. Of course, her dance earlier was mesmerizing. Agh! I keep thinking of Elphaba! Well, that's why I'm here, sitting under the stars, thinking of Elphaba.

I gaze at the sparkling stars a while longer, inhaling the sweet and relaxing scent of poppies. It's calming for me. I can think, yes dear Lurline, think. I know I don't believe in Lurline, but it's nice to say. I don't know if I should trouble my own gods, since I'm not in their own province anymore. Besides, people in the Vinkus celebrate Lurlinemas. Who knows why, but we do.

I spot a constellation that is very familiar to me. Is it…? I smile slowly. It is. Dami and Mother promised me every night they would look at the same constellation of the goddess most important to us and pray for me.

What would I tell them next time I see them? "Hello Father, Mother and everyone else. You see, my girlfriend is a pretty blonde giillikin girl that seems perfect for me but I've fallen in love with a green girl" I tried it out and then realized I had just admit to being in love with Elphaba.

"Maybe I'm brainless, maybe I'm wise…" I muttered to myself. I then prayed to the heavens above. This woman Elphaba has me seeing through different eyes I prayed for the well being of my family, to help my feelings sort out, and for Elphaba.

I gave the biggest, freest smile I have ever given since I left the Vinkus. Maybe, just maybe, love was real and he had found it in someone quite unexpected.

I gave one last look at the constellation goddess one more time and started walking towards my dorm. It must be well past one o'clock in the morning. Who was the goddess?

She was Aelphaba, goddess of Passion, Love, Independence, Women, Beauty, and the stars. It looks like Aelphaba has sent her beautiful emerald green human counterpart to earth.

No, Elphaba is no counterpart. That much I know. Elphaba is her independent self. Aelphaba must have created her. Or maybe Elphaba created herself. Either way, Elphaba has done something to me. Whether love is real or not, I'm happy it has happened to me. I'm happy Elphaba has happened to me.

Just one thing…what do I do about Galinda? Oh, HELP!

I hope this entertained you. I hope you like this and more to come. I'm happy to write in Fiyero's point of view. Did I do good? Bad? Wicked? Any ideas on what should happen next? I'm stumped. Thanks for help.