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Chapter 17

Three weeks had passed since it had been announced that the Wicked Witch of the West was dead and would never ever haunt the Ozians.

Life in the Palace was now depressing for Glinda. Even when she hadn't seen Elphaba in years and both weren't on the same side anymore, she mourned the death of her best friend. She now wore mostly green dresses in honor of her best friend who had died before she had a chance to change the world. Elphaba had always only wanted to save the Animals and maybe one day have a life she deserved.

Since there was no grave where Elphaba was buried, Glinda had placed a pink flower, a rose, in the cell Elphaba had been held prisoner. Fiyero had told Glinda that Elphaba's corpse had been stuffed in a sack and burned, that way there would never be a reminder of the Wickedness.

"I am sorry Elphie. I should have done something. I should have been there or stopped it. Part of me is glad that you are dead, that you don't have to endure the endless hours of torture, but still I miss you, my best friend. I promise you I will make sure that your daughter is safe. I am going to have a talk with Morrible and the Wizard and demand that I raise her. I am going to tell her that her mommy was my best friend and teach her your beliefs. I promise to raise her and love her as my own."

"Yes, we have to find Elphaba's daughter and keep her safe."

Glinda whirled around.

She hadn't heard anyone enter the cell and was more than surprised to see Fiyero standing behind her.

"I have no place where I can mourn my best friend and I thought I would come down here," Glinda said, explaining to him why she was down here.

Fiyero nodded; he understood.

"You have found her. Tell me, was she already dead or did she die with you by her side? Did she die alone?" Glinda wanted to know.

"She wasn't alive when I found her." He hated lying to Glinda but he couldn't tell her the truth, not now. Maybe later, when Tanith was safe, he could tell her that Elphaba was alive and well. But for now Glinda had to believe the lie about Elphaba's death.

"I have asked the guards for Elphaba's things. I want something to remember her by," Glinda told him, pointing towards a black knapsack sitting next to the celldoor.

"You have memories," he told her.

"I want more. I, Fiyero, I want her back," Glinda finally admitted.

Fiyero looked down, knowing that with whatever lie he would come up he couldn't ease Glinda's pain.

Before he had told them that the Witch was dead, Fiyero would have never believed that Glinda would mourn Elphaba. He had thought that Glinda didn't care for her friend. Part of him had believed that he was the only one caring for Elphaba.

Glinda picked up the knapsack and walked out of the cell, Fiyero following her. Both didn't know what was in the knapsack but they were going to find out soon what was kept inside.

Maybe Elphaba had her own little trinkets like Fiyero to remember the past.

And he was right.

In the bag was a pink ribbon; the same one Glinda had used to tie her hair back when she had been a student at Shiz.

"I have always wondered where this went. I thought I lost it." Glinda told him as she sat next to Fiyero in their room, examining the contents of Elphaba's bag.

"What else is in there?"

"Some trinkets but not the Grimmerie, as I would have presumed," Glinda told him. Part of her had hoped that the cursed book that had started all the misery would be among Elphaba's possessions.

"Either Morrible already found it or Elphaba destroyed the book," Fiyero told her.

"Maybe I could ask Morrible if she had gotten the Grimmerie back," Glinda wondered out loud.

Both knew that Morrible would do horrible things if she had gotten the book back. The spells in the book weren't reversable and could do a lot of harm if a spell was uttered without a second thought. Glinda sighed as she remembered the spell that started all the uproar throughout OZ. The spell that gave the monkeys the ability to fly, that made Elphaba the Wicked Witch of the West.

"You look tired Glinda. You should get some rest. I have to go, I am on patrol tonight and won't be back for a while," Fiyero said suddenly. He wanted to go and spent the night in another place. He couldn't deal with Glinda when she was emotional and he needed to make sure that Elphaba was all right.

Glinda walked over to the bed and lay down, setting the knapsack next to her bed on the floor.

"You won't be back tonight?" she asked.

"No."

In truth he would spent the night in Evergreen, watching Elphaba sleep, but Glinda didn't know the truth.

After he had left her, Glinda sat up again and looked some more through the contents of the knapsack which contained her pink ribbon, a green glass-bottle she had already seen somewhere else but didn't know where, a unionist-bible which had possibly belonged to Nessarose at one point in her life, her pointed hat which had been a present from Glinda and a handmade doll which probably belonged to Tanith. All the things in Elphaba's bag were things she had kept to remember the people she had been holding dear to her heart but there was nothing that would remind someone of Fiyero. Glinda asked herself if Elphaba never cared for Fiyero.

"I always thought both were friends," she said out loud and picked up the bible.

As she was about to place the bible back in the knapsack a letter fell out. Curious Glinda picked it up and read the letter out loud.

"My beloved Fae,

When I arrived at Shiz, everyone knew about my scandalous reputation. I was the prince, the winkie prince, who drank and partied too much, flirted with girls, broke their heart and skipped all of his classes. I was dancing through life. My parents were inches away from disowning me since I have been kicked out of many schools too. And then I met you, a rebel in your own way. We are two kindred spirits. Call us two halves of one piece. Each day I thank the unnamed god and every other saint for having you, my love, in my life. I know that I could never go on with my life without you in it. You are my north, my south, my east, my west, the centre of my universe – you, my darling Fae, are the love of my life. You are my everything. Tomorrow, when you will go to the Emerald City to see the Wizard, I will be with you in your thoughts and I will wait for you until you return to me.

Forever yours,

Yero."

Wiping the tears that ran freely down her cheeks, Glinda set the letter down. Elphaba and Fiyero had been in love. Glinda had never known. Neither Elphaba nor Fiyero had ever let it slip that at one point in their lives, the two of them had been more then friends.

Glinda vowed to herself that she would make sure Fiyero would get the love and happiness he deserved.