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Chapter 5

Glinda was busy preparing for her wedding. She wanted to be the crown princess of the Vinkus, Fiyero's wife, as soon as possible and now there were just a few more days to go.

"You know, Elphie would have wanted to wear black. Can you believe that, a bridesmaid wearing black? Not to my wedding. It means bad luck for the marriage if someone wears either black or white, other then bride and groom," she told Fiyero out of the blue.

They hadn't spoken about Elphaba in quit a while. Sometimes it was as if she had never existed before she became the Wicked Witch.

"She is your best friend, you would have let her wear whatever color she wanted, black, dark blue or purple."

"But she won't be here. Elphie will never be my bridesmaid."

"She could have. She could be your bridesmaid, honorous bridesmaid, Glinda." Fiyero argued with her.

"Fiyero, I have an image to uphold. Glinda the Good can't have the Wicked Witch of the West be her bridesmaid, honorous or not."

"She isn't wicked."

"Fiyero, darling, she is our enemy! You remember what I told you about her, about the day when she had gone against the Wizard, our wonderful Wizard of Oz. She isn't the person we had known back at Shiz anymore. Remember the people she had killed or the monkeys, the poor monkeys that she mutilated."

Glinda now believed all the lies about Elphaba, too. It was as if she had forgotten the truth. As if she had forgotten that the Wizard and Madame Morrible were the evil ones and Elphaba only a victim of their lies and her own beliefs.

"I still miss her." He stated.

"Yes, I miss her too. The old Elphaba, before she went completely mad."

Sometimes Fiyero wondered what had happend to the Glinda he had once known back at Shiz. Fiyero had never forgotten the woman he had once fallen in love with. Elphaba had been his first love. He had given her his heart. Part of him had still feelings for her, even though he hadn't seen her in three years.

But Glinda was another story. She believed the lies Madame Morrible had made up about Elphaba. Glinda now thought that Elphaba had been slowly going mad and had been jealous that Glinda was asked to meet the Wizard. She had forgotten that part of the story was the other way around, that Elphaba had been invited to meet the Wizard and had asked her, Glinda, to come along.

"Shen-Shen and Pfannee are my bridesmaids and they are going to wear peach. It will look lovely with my wedding-dress and the decorations. Please, can you make sure that the church is decorated in peach and white?" Glinda changed the topic.

Fiyero knew that he couldn't talk with Glinda about their former best friend.

Elphaba.

She was the reason he was together with Glinda now. She was the reason he was engaged. After she had left him in Quaddlingland Fiyero had returned to Shiz. He had spent a while moping around, missing his love. He hadn't heard anything from her, no letter, nothing.

For the first four or five months after Elphaba had defied the Wizard he could read about all the wrong-doings of the Wicked Witch in the newspaper but then there was no news for nearly a year.

After two months of no news about her Fiyero had believed Elphaba to be dead, captured and killed by the Gale Force. Later Fiyero had learned that she was still alive. But it was too late for him. He was already Glinda's boyfriend and everyone anticipated that they would get married one day. Over the months Fiyero had learned to store to memory of Elphaba, his first love, into a part of his heart and mind. He learned to forget about her.

Remembering the wonderful times he had spent with Elphaba was too painful. But still sometimes he remembered. Like right now.

Elphaba sat alone by the fire in the libary, reading a book. It was early in the morning, not quite time for breakfast, but Elphaba liked to get up early to have some time alone.

Fiyero walked up to where she was sitting and took a seat beside her. She didn't acknowledge her surroundings until he talked to her.

"Morning Fae-Fae" he used one of his favorite nicknames for her.

Startled she looked up.

"Fiyero."

Elphaba was always reading, she spent most of her free time surronded by books, never talked much with anyone. This year she was a different person than she had been the year before. Fiyero had tried to talk to her, make her open up to him but she never did. But he wanted to give it one last try.

"Come away with me" he suddenly said in his rough voice, stood up and held his hand out towards her.

"Where to?"

"Somewhere, everywhere, just follow me," he answered smiling.

"Always and forever."

With that she took his hand and followed him outside.

There had been a time when he hadn't known if he would see her again. But thinking about her, thinking of the memories of better days, had made him survive. They made him go on.

And somewhere else, someone was cherishing the memories of her time with her lover too.

Elphaba Thropp, the Wicked Witch of the West, sat in her little cabin in Quaddlingland. She had returned there two days ago. She wanted to relive her past one last time and be able to say goodbye in peace. She had already planned how she would end her life.

The wedding of Glinda the Good and Prince Fiyero was in three days from now. Elphaba would attend the "happy" event too. She would interrupt the wedding and part of her wedding-present would be her turning herself in.

Elphaba was tired. She tired of living her life as the Wicked Witch. She wanted to be reunited with her daughter again.

Shortly after Tanith's disappearance, after she had been captured and probably killed the same day, Elphaba had gone completly mad. She had gone on a killing-spree and attacked a camp of members of the Gale-Force. Twelve people dead, twenty injured.

Part of her regretted taking their lives, lives of innocent people she never knew. But they, the Gale Force, had taken the life of an innocent child, her child.