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I am still trying to figure out how to end the fanfic. Should there be a happily-ever-after for Fiyero and Elphaba or should he stay with Glinda? I am open for suggestions. Review my fanfic and tell me what you want to read in the end, who should get the prince in the end?

Chapter 11

Fiyero had fallen asleep in his office, sitting upright in a very uncomfortable chair. At least, that was how Glinda found him later.

"Fiyero, darling, wake up." She shook him gently awake.

Glinda had been worried when she had woken up and Fiyero hadn't been lying next to her. She had searched for him and was relived when she had found her fiancé sitting upright in a chair, asleep, in his office.

"Glinda? Where am I?" a very surprised Fiyero asked at her.

"In your office," Glinda explained. "Fiyero, did you spent all night long here?"

Fiyero only nodded. He had relived his past with Elphaba while sitting here. He must have fallen asleep.

"The problem with her is bothering you," Glinda said.

"Her?"

"The Witch. Elphaba. Call her whatever you want." Glinda said.

Fiyero just shook his head in disbelief. It seemed that he was the only one who still remembered who the Witch really was: Elphaba Thropp, the best friend of Galinda Upland now known as Glinda the Good.

"Your best friend." Fiyero said.

"No. She can't be. Not anymore. Someone as evil as her can't be my friend. Never," Glinda protested.

"Glinda, listen to me. She isn't evil. Remember what had happened years ago. You told me that the Wizard asked Elphaba to do things she never wanted to do. He was the one responsible for what happened to the Animals and the silence throughout Oz. She could never work for the Wizard. It was against her beliefs. She had no choice. Remember. Please Glinda. For me."

"You are out of your mind. She must have bewitched you somehow. You are under her spell. I am going to talk to Madame Morrible now. She must find a way to help you see the truth again," Glinda stated. She was about to leave the room when Fiyero grabbed her wrist.

"No."

If Glinda now went to Morrible Fiyero couldn't plan Elphaba's rescue. He would never have the chance to save her and the child.

Maybe even Morrible would realize that he, the Captain of the Gale Force, had feelings for the Wicked Witch. If she found out, she would most likely throw him in Southstairs with Elphaba. Sure, then they would be together again but he wouldn't be able to save her when he was imprisoned too.

"Fiyero let me go. You are hurting me."

"Not until you listen to me."

Fiyero knew that he shouldn't do it, gripping her wrist like this, hurting her, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He needed Glinda to see reason. She had to realize that she was the one not seeing the truth.

"Glinda, you have to listen to me, please. You haven't seen what I have seen. Haven't heard what I have heard. You only know very little of the truth," he begged.

Glinda needed to listen to him, to realize that everything she believed now about Elphaba were lies. She had once known and believed the truth but sometime over the years that had gone by she had forgotten that the Wizard was fake, not able to do magic. She had forgotten that Madame Morrible was the evil witch and not Elphaba.

"What truth? That Elphaba has gone completly mad? That she has bewitched you?"

"She has a daughter," Fiyero said.

Shocked Glinda looked at him. A daughter? Elphaba had a daughter? But where was the girl? She wasn't thrown into Southstairs with Elphaba. Morrible hadn't said anything about a child.

"How? Where? . . No!"

"Yes Glinda. Elphaba has a daughter. She believed her to be dead. Morrible just told her that she had hid the child."

"To keep her safe."

"No, Glinda please. You have to remember what you once told me about the day Elphaba defied the Wizard. You were the one who told me that Morrible and the Wizard are the bad ones. Morrible wants the child to visit Elphaba-"

"That's nice of her," Glinda interrupted Fiyero.

Fiyero groaned. It seemed Glinda hadn't realized that the way Elphaba looked right now, a mass of bruises and welts covering her body, would give anyone nighmares.

He intended to take her to Southstairs now, showing her what he meant. Sure it was a bit brainless but maybe the only chance he got.

And when they arrived at Southstairs Glinda saw her again. She had once been here, two weeks ago, visiting Elphaba, from afar. But Fiyero opened the cell and walked inside so she could see everything up close.

"You can't go in," Glinda said.

"Elphaba can't escape, she is chained to the wall. Follow me."

"But-" Glinda stopped and followed Fiyero into the cell.

Glinda gasped as she saw her friend. Elphaba was unconcious, chained to the wall as usual. Angry red welts marred her green skin and her dress was torn, only bits and pieces of cloth, of what had once been a beautiful black dress, were still covering her body.

"Is she dead?" Glinda asked.

"No, but sometimes I wish she was. Then she wouldn't have to suffer like this."