Elphaba was pulled down the corridor, till they reached a small room. The walls were a dark marble the floor covered in rugs of all different shades of green. She could see no windows. In the centre was a double bed, draped in a shiny emerald fabric. This was definitely not a prison cell. Although the door did have 4 locks and was made of steel.
Her wrists were released from the cuffs. She rubbed where they had once sat on her skin, taking in the environment around her.
Morrible stood close by. Elphaba could feel the breath on the back of her neck.
"I do hope you find this room more to your liking Miss Thropp. We wouldn't want you to remain so uncomfortable now, would we?"
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
She went and sat on the bed. Looking confused. The mattress felt inviting. The sheets soft on Elphaba's sensitive skin.
"Well, why wouldn't I? After all, you are carrying the Wizards grandchild are you not?"
Elphaba jolted back slightly. Completely oblivious as to what Morrible was saying. The wizard's grandchild?
What did she know?
Was Fiyero the wizard's son?
Why would he not of told her?
Was Morrible just making things up again?
"Oh. She didn't tell you? What with you two being such good friends. I wouldn't have thought she would have kept such details secret".
"Who didn't tell me? Tell me what?"
"Miss Upland of course. Well, I must say I'm shocked."
She stopped. As if pausing for dramatic effect.
" Why you're the wizard's daughter".
Elphaba sat upright. Getting ready to defend her father and mother.
"Glinda knew of course. She was the one who discoverated it."
She passed Elphaba a bottle. A swirled bottle with a fancy green stopper. It was thin at the top and larger at the bottom almost in a triangle shape.
It was her mother's bottle.
Why did she have her mothers bottle?
" That was the wizards. I'm in believing that your mother owned the same".
Elphaba held the glass, turning it in her palm. Her eyes started to well up. No. Her mother and the wizard?
"Looking at you now I can see it".
She flinched as a white hand pushed Elphaba's coffee black hair behind her ear.
" The wizard used to have this exact colour locks".
Tears started falling down Elphaba's face. As the truth of it began to settle.
"Do not cry Elphaba".
Morrible handed her a green handkerchief. She dabbed her eyes looking up slightly to morrible. Her hazel eyes are red as she tried not to burst into a sob.
"You are carrying the future of Oz. We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to the child. Or children".
She raised her thin eyebrows to the young witch. Children? Elphaba had so much going on in her head she was struggling to think.
" After all it will rule over Oz once old enough".
"Rule over Oz?"
"Not till the age of 18 of course. I will rule on behalf till then".
She grinned evilly at Elphaba. Who found her tears had stopped and had been replaced by anger.
"So that's it then! That's your plan! What makes you think any of us will let that happen?!"
She went to leap at her. Wanting to bite her, scratch her. Halm her in any way possible. For the first time, Elphaba felt she needed to protect her baby.
But as she went to throw herself she felt the guards strong arms hold her down. Leaving morrible standing smirking at her once again.
"Well let me see. Your hay stuffed lover is stuck to a wooden plank somewhere. Your friend who failed to inform you of your mother's affairs is slowly losing herself. And you? Well. The people of Oz have been told you are ill. So sad. You won't survive the birth".
She glared at Elphaba. Watching her eyes as her response sank in.
"Now, enjoy your new accommodation. I'm off to read my new book. And Miss Thropp, id try and rest if I were you. Tomorrow may be very painful. You'll need your strength".
And with that both Morrible and the guard left the room. All four locks were fixed shut.
Painful?
She tried not to think of that horrible witch flipping through the grimary. She tried not to think of her dying in childbirth.
Her mother had died in childbirth.
Standing up she began walking in circles. Trying to release the panic rising within her. She wanted to rest her hands on her fluttering stomach. But she was too scared to.
Her thoughts drifted to Fiyero. Out in the middle of nowhere unaware of what was going on.
Did he know the wizard was her father?
That the horrible man had bedded her mother?
Unaware that Morrible had said children, children? Elphaba had not even thought of that detail till now.
Glinda.
Why had she never said?
Why had she kept it a secret?
Maybe it was because she knew Elphaba would have taken it badly. Maybe she didn't want to witness Elphaba fly off the handle once more.
As if on cue. The lamp sat on a desk near her bed flew, smashing against the wall.
Elphaba sank to her knees. Running her hand through her hair she cried .
She sobbed.
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He had waited. No one had come. Somehow, after much thought, he had managed to rip himself from each of the nails. It had taken days.
Now he tried to hobble slowly down the yellow brick road. His back ripped, one hand completely separated from his arm, still attached to the plank of wood in the field he'd left behind.
He moved towards the city. The girls needed him. Having lived in the palace he knew his way around. Knowing how to reach the cells.
The green hue of the city could be seen in the distance. With him not having to stop to rest or eat he had travelled non-stop.
Walking into the poppy field he could see the trail of straw falling from his open back and arm behind him.
He racked his brain trying to think of someone based close by who could mend him. Or even assist him. He would have prefered to not have to storm the palace single-handedly.
Usually, Elphaba would rush to his aid. Helping sew him back till he was whole again.
Boq!?
He had owned a little shack outside the city. Maybe he would help.
Although it would definitely take some convincing.
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She had drunk it. Not that it had helped. It made her feel a bit better for a while, but now she was back where she had started. Hot and cold sweats, headaches.
She even thought she had seen Elphaba back in the cell for a moment. Only for the green-skinned illusion to disappear again, leaving her alone in the cell chained to the wall.
The storm had passed. There was no sound. Never had she felt so lonely.
She worried about Elphie.
Where had she been taken?
Was she ok?
She hadn't been beaten. With there link Glinda would have known.
She tried to distract her mind. Tried to think of happier times. But it was hard when all her body wanted was liquor.
She really did have a problem.
As she sat looking out into the nothingness of her cell she heard a sudden scream. A blood-curdling scream. It had travelled from where ever Elphie was.
That's when a sudden burn hit Glinda. She couldn't breathe. It felt like a pig was sat on her chest. Her blood began to feel like ice. Her stomach began to throb. Feeling as if a hot poker was pushing up from inside her gut. Pushing and kicking followed. Then a sudden explosion of pain spread throughout her entire body. It was too much. She pulled on her chains crying out. Hearing Elphaba screaming along with her.
It hurt
It hurt so much.
Her body giving up fainted.
She saw a girl in a darkened room looking down at a big brown book. Her dark blonde hair pulled into a bun. Her blue dress tattered and messy. The girl's skin was green. Just like Elphie's used to be.
Turning to Glinda she shouted. But all Glinda could hear was a buzz, not able to make out anything the girl was saying. She approached Glinda looking at her with stern blue eyes.
Coming to with the pain having left her body she felt weak. She hung from her cuffs. Her brain fried.
The agony she just experienced. The vision.
She had never had a vision before.
Elphie spoke about how confusing they could be. Now she had witnessed one first hand.
Was that girl her friend's daughter?
If yes why were her blue eyes full of anger?
Oh, Elphie what is that horrible fish lady doing to us?