Paris, France. It was here that Elphaba was wandering the streets alone. She was to meet Fiyero in the forest on the other side of the alley. Elphaba walked as fast as she could, fearing that someone would find her. People were much more agressive here than in Oz. But that was only because of her emerald green skin. With her hood and her cloak on, she traveled through down 5 streets that she was unfamiliar with. Once in the alleyways, she traveled past the river and made her way into the woods. There,like he promised, was Fiyero. A scarecrow sitting down on a log.

"Fiyero?" asked Elphaba. Fiyero turned his head and saw in his eyes the beautiful green witch. "Fae." he said. He walked over and there they embraced each other. A green skinned woman and a man made of straw. "You made it back safely." he said. "Fiyero listen to me. For the past few nights I've been having horrible dreams. Like as if something bad was happening back in Oz." said Elphaba. "But you know that if something were happening, we can't go back. You would cause more grief to the citizens." replied Fiyero. "But what about Glinda. She'll eventually find out we're alive sooner or later if we return." said Elphaba.

"Fae. I love you and I care about you. But I don't Oz is ready to find out that your not dead. Maybe If I wasn't brainless, then I could think of something." replied Fiyero. "Fiyero you're smart in your own way. You don't need a brain as long as you have me and I have you." said Elphaba. Fiyero was able to give a smirk at the comment. They didn't speak to each other for the rest of night. Once asleep, Elphaba was having trouble sleeping. Her dreams took her away from the world she was in now.

Elphaba was seeing a creature. Now a monster. Made entirely of a black substance. Now she found herself walking down a lonesome hallway with a small light at the end of the hall. Just then she heard a voice at the end of the hall. Not the creature's voice but someone else's. The creature disappeared from her sight and she was left alone again. The voice was now calling to her saying in a faint voice, "Elphie." Elphaba's eyes widened. She knew that voice anywhere. It was Glinda's. She was calling to her. Telling her to come back to Oz. Something bad was happening, she could feel it. "Glinda?" asked Elphaba. The voice repeated itself. "Elphie." said the voice again. Elphaba started to run. But it was doing no good. The more she ran the more it seemed like the hallway was stretching itself. "Glinda! Hold on! I'm coming!"shouted Elphaba, now with tears welling up in her eyes. "Elphie." repeated the voice. Now Elphaba was trying desperately to get somewhere. But it was no use.

Gravity was now slowing itself down. Elphaba wasn't running. She was leaping with each step. She was trying to get towards that light! To find Glinda and to appoligize for leaving her and to make everything up and to reclaim herself as a hero. But she wasn't going to get anywhere. Her eyes were still watery. She was sobbing her heart out. "Glinda!" she shouted. She was almost near the light. "Wait for me!" she shouted again. "Elphie. Help me." said the voice again. "No. Wait for me!" sobbed Elphaba. She was almost there. Any second she would reunite with Glinda. Just a little further. Elphaba then dove into the light and found herself in a dim-lit room. There on the ground was the small black substance she saw back in the hallway. She walked towards it. As if it was the one calling her. She kneeled down to it. But that was a mistake. The substance stretched out onto her hand. Now it was spreading. Everywhere. Elphaba was scared now. She was urgining herself to get it off. But it was no use. The substance was controlling her like a puppet. It was the master and she was the subject. It seemed that more of the substance was falling from the ceiling. Covering Elphaba's entire body. It was getting to her face now. Just then she saw something else. It was a small audience in what seemed like a theatre. She was being used as a miserable actor in what seemed like a devilish show put on by the devil himself. Everyone was laughing. Just then she saw the last person she wanted to see laughing at her. Glinda herself. This was a nightmare. And a horrible one at that. Just when the substance was almost over her face, lights turned on her. And the substance was now making strings playing around with her like a puppet.

Elphaba tryed to worm her way out of this nightmare. But it was no use. She was a helpless marionette tied to strings that could not break. Then came the monster and was now about to devour her. It morped into a proper beast and roared. "Help!" shouted Elphaba. Then the monster jumped at her and there was no more.

Elphaba woke from her nightmare in a jolt. She breathed heavily. "What a horrible nightmare." she said to herself. Fiyero was still sound asleep beside her. "Was all of that a vision?" she asked. Elphaba knew that was what was troubling her. She needed to go back to Oz. She had to. There was no doubt about it. Elphaba took a deep breath and sighed heavily. She decided to take a walk through the forest and watch the sunrise. Just before she left she took one last glance at Fiyero and whispered, "Sweet dreams my prince."

Author's Note: I appologize for treating Elphaba this way. I would never try and do anything like this. She's probably my favorite character in the Wicked universe. I appologize once again. Other than that, stay tuned for Chapter 3.