I am sad to say WWC is on hiatus, I'm kind of stuck at the moment- that's why I'm putting up another chapter :D and the last one was short this will be too, warning. Mostly filler.
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Um. You're going to hate me eventually, so why not now.
Chapter 5
Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again
This was probably the only day in Glinda's life that she'd ever where black. Ever. The guards had to pull her from the scene kicking and screaming. Tears had rolled down on her cheeks looking at Fiyero's mangled body, a mass of flesh and blood. Elphaba had escaped. Everyone was too stunned to do anything as she left crashing through the top of the glass dome of the chamber.
Glinda looked at her face in the mirror. She was a crying mess. A tear left a trail on her face trough her makeup that she had to cover up- again. Fiyero was dead. He was gone, and worst of all… Elphaba had killed him. No remorse had been her eyes when Glinda looked to her in horror. None, not a shadow of who she used to be.
There was a knock at the door.
Glinda chocked back a sob that had risen to her throat. "Come in." Her voice was shaky.
A handsome blonde with broad shoulders and a strong jawline entered the room, though his appearance was ruined by the grim look on his face. His pale blue eyes looked dead almost as he grieved for his friend. This was the new Captain of the Guard, Hael Thatos. Like any good person, more importantly friend, he had been reluctant to take his friend's position.
"Glinda." His voice was even. "It's time for the procession to start. The coffin is done being decorated." Hael held out a gloved hand which had been burned in the attack but was now healing. He offered it to her. "Come." He took her delicate hands in his, and put his other uninjured one on her shoulder. His embrace was warm, like Fiyero's. Almost.
When Glinda saw the coffin she stopped in her tracks afraid that if she walked any further she would collapse on the spot and burst out in tears. Hael felt her stiffen and he gently urged her on, softly comforting her with his words. She was surprised when she felt herself shuffle forward.
Fiyero lay on the ground. Or what he thought was the ground, he wasn't really sure which way was up or down. He was in a place that could not be described as one color but perhaps changing between all of them without confusing him or giving him a massive headache. He stood up and looked himself over. He was wearing a pristine white shirt and black pants, though he felt as if her were naked. He pulled his shirt up and examined his body. There were no scars at all. Not only his wounds were gone but the marks he had had since childhood were also gone.
He sighed.
So this was it. This is Elysium, the Promised Land, the Netherworld. There were countless names for it but in the end it was all the same- death, the final stroke of what… his life? Obviously not, maybe existence. He didn't know.
Were his parents here too?
He wondered as he began to walk aimlessly until the light engulfed him completely and he was gone.
The coffin was covered in gold sheets sure underneath it was just a normal wooden one but the gold meant something. Emerald ore vines made their way around the bottom in an elaborate design that met in the center in an intricate OZ insignia. On the top in two neat rows the medals he had earned were mended into the metal. There were four that she could tell what they were and about six others. Two Medals of Honor- he had risked his life countless times for his comrades but refused any more recognition, saying the real heroes were the ones who died fighting the Resistance. The others were the Silver Star for gallantry in battle and the last was the Witch Hunter's badge. There were plenty who claimed to be in the group but only a small inner circle of people were part of it- and Glinda had never known he was in it.
The people who had gathered were family and friends from the Force, and of course Glinda. They were all dressed in black; the Force wore uniforms that were patched in black that was only saved for the highest ranking officials. Glinda was wearing a small black hat, similar to the one she wore on their engagement… but there was a veil attached to this one that went over the top half of her face.
Hael sat next to her. She wondered if he knew that he was crying. If he did he made no move to wipe away the tears or deny he was doing so. The people around her seemed barely there, just faces at the edge of her vision. She was finally drawn back to herself when a voice spoke.
"We gather here today as Prince Fiyero Gaillard Tiggular, Captain of the Gale Force is laid to rest. We thank and honor him for his bravery and the love of the people he protected."
Glinda could only imagine what else could go wrong as she grieved for the husband she would never have. She stood hypnotically with the others who joined in a song which had been a favorite of Fiyero's, Glinda's voice being a soprano rose above the others.
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again,
Knowing we must say, "Goodbye"
Try to forgive, teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say, "Goodbye" Help me say,
"Goodbye".
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