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I don't know what the military really does for these processions... so I hope this does it justice. This chapter was a plan I've been going with since the beginning, not just because of the 'happy-ending' stuff :) enjoy, because you'll like it.

Chapter 6

I Guess I'll Miss the Man

Elphaba woke up with a start and put a hand on her aching neck as she stretched out. She hated the dream she had, she had seen Fiyero in… the afterlife because she had killed him- which she clearly remembered. She frowned and relayed the vision.

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.

Elphaba stood, her dark eyes gazing over her surroundings and the skyline of the Emerald City. It was time to go and admire her work, the Funeral of Prince Fiyero Tiggular, Captain of the Guard.

'To mourn him.' Said the last bit of her human soul. She didn't ignore it this time.

She smirked as she set off, the first rays of the morning beginning to make their way through the castle walls. She was able to slip in with the help of her cloak and the fact that everyone was too busy grieving.

Glinda sat down. Tears were beginning to rise to her eyes again as they continued with the speeches. She looked around, not being able to pay attention because her mind kept drifting. She was aware someone else had entered but it seemed like no one cared who. There was a row of guards behind the coffin, all lined up wearing their formal black uniforms and carrying rifles, ready to make their finale salute. The hats they wore cast a shadow over their faces just adding onto the depressing demeanor of everything and everyone.

"Hael?" She asked in a whisper. "Hm?" He grunted a bit absentmindedly.

"Why is the coffin closed?" She wondered. Hael hesitated for a moment unsure of what to say. "Must be they didn't want anyone to see the body. I was pretty brutal."

"Weren't the wounds just to the chest- I'm sure they could put more garments… and besides, don't we have mages who could've healed him- at least in body? In fact I thought there was enough time to help but…" She stopped, realizing she was just making herself think irrationally and the fact that Hael was staring at her amused because she was rambling.

"Sorry." She said shyly, for some reason he made her nervous. Unlike Fiyero it was more… real.

He grinned loosely even in the occasion. "It's okay."

Their attention was brought back to the front when they called Hael up to call the last salute. While he went up he bumped one of the soldiers telling them to stand up straight, he chuckled before straightening out himself.

"TEN-HUT!" He barked, they stood and cocked their rifles. "RIGHT FACE!" But the command came out more like 'right hace' since she was near the back, the shout didn't carry as well. They all turned to the right and pointed the guns to the sky. Hael walked to the center and gave a curt nod. She thought that this was the signal to shoot, but all of the sudden a Forcer ran out from behind him and threw down his gun. There was a sharp intake of breath from the crowd as he ran to a cloaked figure who Glinda just noticed.

Glinda's hand flew to her mouth as she recognized the figure- Elphaba. How dare she show her face here! The Witch swept her hand aside and threw off her cloak, the guard was thrown to the side and his hat tipped over his face. Glinda gaped for a second ran around the back of the rows of seats; sneaking up on Elphaba she cast a simple sleep draught spell on her. The green girl wearily turned to her, her eyes blazing in fury. She raised a hand to cast her own spell on her before her eyes rolled back into her head, falling to the ground asleep.

"Nice one, Glinda! No one was supposed to interfere- but whatever!" The Forcer said gleefully, standing up.

Glinda strut up to him and glared for a moment before punching him in the face- hard. He doubled over and his hat fell from his head and he came back up looking at Glinda with an offended hurt in his electric blue eyes.

"What was that?" Fiyero said, miffed. Glinda was having a fit.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WHAT WAS THAT' YOU WERE DEAD OZ DAMMIT WHAT THE KUMBRICA ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW- ALIVE, FIYERO GAILLARD TIGGULAR." She said, stomping a petite foot on the porcelain ground. Fiyero simply gaped at her and ran his fingers through his brown hair.

"Glinda, you were supposed to know-" He started.

"YOU WERE DEAD AND NOW YOU'RE HERE." She ranted.

"You were one of the people who were supposed to know." He said, finally getting a word in because he put one hand over her mouth. Fiyero knelt down and watched her.

"Look, once I was shot it was the Wizard's idea I would do this to try to get Elphaba- which… worked, in a way… I guess. But that's not the point." He lifted his shirt. "See? I'm fine, the mages made quick work of it. I thought Hael was supposed to tell you, though." Glinda's eye twitched a tiny bit as she turned to the now… temporary? She didn't even know, captain of the Guard. He smiled and waved at Fiyero and Glinda sheepishly.

"Hey, there."

Glinda walked angrily through the halls and to her room, Fiyero and Hael trailing close behind her.

"Idiot!" Fiyero said to Hael crossly before running forward to catch up with the blonde.

"Glinda! I told you, you were supposed to know!" Fiyero pleaded with her to understand. "Hael was supposed to tell you! I knew what it would've been like for you." He stood in the doorway, you never enter a woman's room when she's mad.

Glinda took off her hat and slammed it on her desk. "Oh yea, well who told Hael?"

"Um, me but-"

"Exactly! Why couldn't you tell me yourself?" She was fuming and Fiyero fumbled to answer her.

"Well I…"

"No answer! That's what I thought- out, Tiggular!" Fiyero ruefully agreed and sulked out; ripping off the hat on his face that Hael had retrieved for him.

Glinda huffed and sat down; sinking low into her seat she crossed her arms over her chest. "Boys."

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