If These Wings Could Fly
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Wicked… or Birdy's song "Wings" either for that matter, because if I did, I wouldn't be writing this fanfic right now. I'd be pretty rich.
WickedFrenchHorn and Fae'sFlower: Request granted :D It gets a little bit more interesting in the next chapter though, when the story starts switching between the two different perspectives.
Doglover645: Thanks! :D Hope you enjoy this chapter!
So this chapter is just kind of a bridge chapter I promise, it's going to be more interesting and entertaining after this chapter. (This chapter is a bit corny).
Chapter 2: Illuminates Our Skin
Fiyero awoke in the middle of a barren field, sprawled on the ground. He used his abdominal strength to lift his torso off the ground, into a seated position. He rubbed his head in hopes his splitting headache would go away. He wondered how he got there. The last thing he remembered was being on all fours, his head underneath the blade of the guillotine in the Emerald Palace. Was this heaven? Hell? Was he dead? Was this all a dream or a hallucination? No. it was too real. She must have cast a spell to transport him from his death to… a random field. At least she saved his life at all. "Oz, is there anything that woman can't do?" He thought to himself. As he thought this, he craved for her to be there with him. he wanted to kiss her, and recreate that night they had in the woods after he left Galinda. As he stood up, he noticed a piece of folded paper slide off of his leg. He opened it up: it was a note from his dear Fae.
Dearest Yero,
I couldn't let them kill you, so I transported you to safety. Just trust me on that one. I'm sorry I couldn't see you just one last time before the afterlife. I wish I could kiss you just one more time. I want you to know that I love you, and I'd give anything to live a life with you. However, under the circumstances, we both see that is quite impossible. There is no way to escape the mayhem and misery alive. I'm jumping over the wall to your left. It's my escape, the only way out. Please just do me one favor: know how much I love you. Return home and resume life. Don't mourn me. I love you, Yero.
Love,
Your Fae
Tears suddenly streaked his face, streaming from his eyes. Was she really dead? Yes. This was real but he couldn't live like this. There was no world without his Fae. He had to jump. He ran to the stone wall just fifty meters from where he woke up, and climbed to the top. Looking down, the drop did not seem to have an end, a bottom, or any sort of landing. He would do anything to be with Fae again, anything at all. He inhaled deeply through his nose, closed his eyes, and leaped.
The fall seemed endless, it was fast and exhilarating. He felt as though he was being suffocated by the thin air he was travelling through. He let his eyes stay open through the beginning of his fall, so he could watch the never ending mellow blueness. He soon allowed his eyes to close. Suddenly, he felt as though he wasn't falling anymore, and his eyelids fluttered open. He was stopped in mid-air. Fae? Could she use her magic from heaven? What was happening? After about thirty seconds, he started moving again, but this time forward instead of downward. A stone wall came into appearance in front of him, through the thick fog, and he was moving straight towards it. He breathed deeply, ready to feel the impact of his head hitting the rocks, but instead he perfectly fit through a little black hole carved into the wall. He was being sucked through a small cavern inside the wall, and now he was moving upward. The tunnel soon stopped looking like a cavern: the sides were smooth and the tunnel was shaped in a perfect circle. He was then being pulled directly upward. Is this the way to heaven?
All of a sudden, the tunnel was no longer dark, but lit with the bright light of… the sun? How was this possible? The light continuously grew stronger until he was no longer in the tunnel. His feet were firmly planted on the ground on either side of a hole in the ground. He scanned his surroundings, gaping at the glistening, silver skyscrapers lining the streets. Oddly dressed people bustled by him on the sidewalks, giving him quizzical looks. He wasn't dead. No. Heaven didn't have cities.
If he wasn't dead, and Elphaba jumped over the same exact wall, then neither was she.
SOOO… little reference in there to the movie "Enchanted" :D. I'm sorry this chapter was so short, it was just kind of a bridge chapter to get Fiyero into NYC. Also, I failed to mention in the last chapter that Elphaba ended up in NYC instead of dead as she desired. I didn't exactly think of that idea until after I had written and published Chapter 1.
