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Chapter 6
Elphaba hadn't planned to kidnap Dorothy. She had acted on instinct.
Chistery, who still had trouble speaking, had spied Dorothy and her companions on their journey towards Kiamo Ko. Dorothy was travelling together with a lion, a tin man and a scarecrow. No one she knew, no one who could be a danger for either Arwen or herself.
The only thing Elphaba knew was that she needed to see and talk to the girl alone.
She had send out her faithful friends, the flying monkeys, and had told them to bring back the thief who wore what was rightful hers, the girl who wore the ruby slippers. Now, the girl, Dorothy Gale, was held prisoner in one of the many rooms in Kiamo Ko.
Elphaba couldn't deal with her at the moment. Right now she wasn't thinking straight. She needed a clear mind when she would talk to Dorothy. She would do something rash, something she would regret later if she faced the girl now. Elphaba didn't want to harm her. She never wanted to harm anyone.
Elphaba didn't thinking rationally when she was either angry or worried. Right now she was both. She was angry at Glinda for giving her shoes to that wretched girl. Not to mention, she was also worried about Arwen and what would happen to her if she were killed.
At the moment she was holding a sleeping Arwen. Being a mother was still a new experience for Elphaba, but she was sure she could handle it, one day, if she ever got the chance for a happily-ever-after. She knew it was only wishful thinking, hoping for a happily-ever-after, a dream that would never come true.
During the last weeks she had learned that Arwen loved it when Elphaba carried her, especially when she was sleeping. The beat of Elphaba's heart was the best and softest lullaby for Arwen.
She wanted to cherish every minute she had left with her child. She knew that in a couple of days Dorothy's travel-companions would arrive at Kiamo Ko, together with the Witch-hunters, and she would be killed.
Elphaba knew that she had to get Arwen to safety. A safe place for Arwen would be far away from here, far away from her. She was already responsible for two deaths and didn't need another one on her conscience.
Elphaba wanted to die knowing someone would take care and love her daughter. She wanted to die knowing that Arwen was somewhere safe. And she already knew where Arwen would be safe. Fiyero's parents could keep her safe. She was sure that they would love her the instant they saw the child, their grandchild.
Elphaba had started writing a letter, or more trying to write a letter, to Fiyero's parents. She needed to explain about Arwen and about the night she had spend together with Fiyero. Elphaba had tried to put in words how sorry she was for being responsible for his death. She had written that she couldn't take care for Arwen, Fiyero's daughter, anymore.
But she couldn't find the right words for the truth. The attempts to write the letter lay crumpled on a nearby desk.
"I don't know what to write. I am sorry for killing Fiyero isn't good enough. . . . Oh Yero, why did you have to die? You have promised me forever," Elphaba said after another failed attempt.
Elphaba walked over to one of the windows, gazing outside. Far away upon the horizon, the sky showed a smear of oranges and yellows. Light was fading fast and most of the sky was already dominated by a deep indigo.
Another day gone by and tomorrow would come soon enough. Maybe she should try to write the letter tomorrow.
Soon she would start counting the rest of her life in minutes. Soon she would be dead, reunited with her lover and leaving an orphan behind.
The child of the Wicked.