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The next few months were spent planning the wedding. Tristan gradually returned to his normal vibrant self and I fell more and more in love with him. One morning, Tristan was nowhere to be seen. I didn't think anything more of it until I found the note.

Remember these words:

your most beloved friend could be

your most fearful enemy.

~ votre EnneMi

"Who's Votre Ennemi if it wasn't Radcliffe? Tristan! Where are you?! Tristan! Tristan!" I screamed. I knew he wasn't in the house but I was frantic. The boat was gone and I had no other means of transportation. I finally stopped screaming and trying to find Tristan. I sobbed as I thought of the most horrible things Tristan could be going through. I collapsed against the wall and my legs gave way underneath me. "Tristan, come back. Please come back," I whispered. My throat hurt too much to scream again.

A little while later, the front door opened. I didn't move. If it was Tristan, I didn't have the strength to run to him. If it was Votre Ennemi, I didn't want to run straight to his killing arms.

"Hello? Jacksters? Where are you?" I recognized the sound of my best friend's voice.

"Gwen! I'm in the hallway," I tried to shout.

"What happened to you?! Where's this fiancé that you told me about?"

"He's gone. I think someone called Votre Ennemi kidnapped him," I told her, getting scared all over again.

"No! I bet he just went to the store to get food or something," Gwen said.

"Tristan always leaves a note when he goes away. When I got up this morning, he wasn't here and there wasn't a note. I'm scared Gwen!"

"There there, Jack. It's alright. Why don't we go look for it? Sorry, him?" Gwen suggested. Something didn't feel right. Gwen had just called Tristan it. Why would she degrade him like that? She didn't even know him!

"I don't think we should. You can go if you want to. I'm going to wait and see if he comes back home," I said warily.

"That's not such a good idea. What if he's hurt somewhere? What if he really is kidnapped and the person has him tied up in a closet in the Opera Populaire? We need to go find him!" Gwen was being too adamant about looking for him. She even gave a specific place where Tristan could be hidden. If you were just guessing where someone would be, you wouldn't come up with a specific place.

"I need to go to the bathroom. Why don't you wait outside for me? I'll be right there," I told Gwen. I needed some time to think alone.

"Are there windows in your bathroom?" Gwen asked.

"No. Christine Daae was originally kept there by Erik. He didn't want to have any way for her to escape," I replied. I was seriously freaking out now.

"Alright. I'll be outside."

I had to stop myself from running to the bathroom. The note was said that those most loved by you could sometimes be your most fearful enemy. Was that true about Gwen? Why were the letters E and M in EnneMi capitalized? If I had ever needed Tristan's help, it was now!

"Think! Think! Think!" I told myself as I paced the bathroom floor. Suddenly I heard my bedroom door open softly. I stopped pacing and listened. I could hear someone breathing on the other side of the bathroom door. Then someone knocked.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I cried. The footsteps retreated. I knew I didn't have much time before Gwen would come back. By now, I knew she had kidnapped Tristan. All the signs pointed to it.

I had no good plan. I couldn't run away because I was on an underground island with no boat and Gwen was most likely guarding the door. The only other option would be to let Gwen kidnap me as well so she'd take me to Tristan. With that in mind, I stepped out of the bathroom and into the waiting arms of some very strong men. They put a cloth to my nose and I blacked out.

I woke up in a stark cell with my hands and feet bound. Tristan was nowhere to be seen. I was through with freaking out so I just sat there. After a while, I started pounding out rhythms with my feet.

"Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away. Mark 13:31," I sang.

"Will you please shut up?! I can't stand it when you sing Bible verses!" Gwen stomped into the cell with some papers in her hand.

"You used to like it. You used to sing along. What happened to you?! Where's Tristan?!"

"Don't worry your pretty little head off. He's fine for now. If you cooperate, his situation will brighten. If not, it will get very bleak for both of you. Now, let's get started." Gwen walked over to a notch in the wall. The notch ejected a keyboard which Gwen typed a password into. A table and chair came up out of the ground and a pedestal rose underneath me. Gwen sat down in the chair and splayed the papers over the table.

I glanced at the papers and saw different pictures of me in Paris and in Florida where I lived. Apparently Tristan and I had been spied upon.

"Why did you spy on me?" I asked.

Gwen whipped the papers away. "You're sneaky, you!" she said in her baby voice. She always did that when she was angry. "I wanted to make sure you weren't being tortured by that horrendous thing that you're marrying. Ick! You're apparently in good health so now I don't have to worry!" She was still babying me.

"Can I see him now?" I was getting pretty annoyed and I wanted Tristan's help with the note. I had smuggled it in my pocket.

"You know what. I'm feeling nice. I'll let you see him for a few minutes." Gwen came over and hauled me to my feet.

"Um. My feet are still tied. How am I supposed to walk?" I questioned. I was hoping to make her angry so she'd accidentally spill some information.

"You're not walking to his cell."

"Oh? Then how am I getting there if you'd be so kind?" I probed.

"You're being lifted, silly goose! Oh! Don't scream at all during your flight. You'd ruin the experience!" Gwen opened the door and had the guard standing there lift me up. We walked out of the cell and into what looked like an artillery bunker. Gwen led Guard and me through a maze of corridors until we reached a net. Guard placed me on the net and stepped back. Gwen whistled and I was hauled up into the air. The ceiling had been opened so that I could pass through.

As I rose above the walls of the bunker, I could see that we were on an island in a zoo or an abandoned zoo. There were a few tigers guarding the entrances and exits, alligators prowling the waters, and unknown animals in the dense jungle surrounding the bunker. I flew over all of this until I was over a tiger's cage.

The net started lowering me into the cage. I didn't scream even though a giant tiger was stalking underneath me. When I reached the ground, the tiger came over to me.

"Do you value your life, Little One? If so, do not cry out at what I am about to do," the tiger said. He rose onto his haunches and roared. The ground shook as a boulder opened to reveal Tristan. He was bloodied and unconscious. I almost gasped but remembered the tiger's warning in time.

"Is he…dead?" I whispered.

"No but he soon will be if those fiends come back." The tiger leaned down close to my ear. "What I am about to tell you is private information between you, me, and Tristan. I am a Tiger. I came to your world from Oz with the Wizard. Now, those brutes have been trying to, how shall I say this? They've been trying to coerce Tristan into telling them who Erik's Master is. They want to kill him after they learn his secret of song. Erik's Master is me. My name is Baronne. I didn't teach Erik to sing. He had a wonderful voice on his own. I merely made sure that he didn't expose himself or me. When Christine came into the picture, I left. I didn't want her to know about me and I wanted Erik to be happy for once."

"So you were the one who left the notes! That's why E and M are capitalized. They're initials!" I exclaimed quietly.

"Yes. With that said, we need to get him out of here!" Baronne whispered.

"What do you suggest we do?! We're all locked in a cage in the middle of an alligator-infested lake with criminals all around us with guns! It's not the best place to be stuck in!" I whispered.

"Patience, Little One. The boulder is our way out. Please bring Tristan over to me and place him astride me. I will carry him."

As I started to pick Tristan up, he became conscious. He groaned and then passed out. He was in really bad shape! I dragged him over to Baronne and laid him on top of him. Baronne padded softly over to the boulder and nudged a crack with his muzzle. The boulder opened wider and uncovered a staircase. The stairs quickly sloped down and around a corner. There were no lights.

"Do you trust me, Little One?"

"Yes. I just want to get out of here!" I whispered. Baronne stepped into the staircase and disappeared. I'm not talking about he turned a corner and I couldn't see him anymore. I'm talking about really disappearing. As in not there anymore! I gasped. As soon as I realized what I had just done, the ground started to rumble and split open. I jumped onto the staircase and into a forest.

Baronne was waiting for me with Tristan leaning up against a tree. A stream was gurgling nearby and a castle was up on a hill in the distance.

"Where are we?" I asked as I looked around in amazement. This place was wonderful! The trees were old willows that let the sunlight in and the ground was covered with soft green moss. The stream was baby blue, reflecting the beautiful sky above with its few clouds. A slight breeze moved through the paradise, brushing Tristan's hair back from his forehead and displaying a long gash.

"Oh no! We need to clean him up right now and stop the blood flow or he will die!" I exclaimed as I rushed over to him. "Baronne, please help me get him over to the stream!"

As we cleaned Tristan up, Baronne told me about Oz, where we had landed. Apparently, Shell Thropp was on the throne of Oz, claiming to be doing the Unnamed God's bidding. No one believed him though. The castle on the hill was Kiamo Ko, the home of Prince Fiyero and later on, Elphaba Thropp.

"We will be headed there shortly," Baronne stated. We bandaged Tristan's wounds with parts of my clothes and the nimble willow branches and started up the hill to Kiamo Ko.

"We're definitely not in Paris anymore," I said jokingly. Baronne didn't laugh.