As we walked through the dense and unfamiliar forests, I noticed Erik's comfort in the situation. He didn't show a sign of discomfort as we walked through the forests, only when I asked about is disfigurement. He was very secluded, he didn't seem to want anyone in his life but himself, but he also knew that I would help him to survive, for he was without resources. Thankfully, I had food, even if it was only a little amount, to spare.
He kept the hood over his head which seemed to be keeping us from talking. He was obviously used to not talking to people, due to the fact as to how comfortable he was with this silence between us. I found this silence uncomfortable and disturbing.
I looked to Erik past the brim of my hat only to find his hood still over his head. I sighed and looked back down to the floor making sure I didn't trip over the rough terrain of the strange forest.
He looked over just slightly enough that he could see me, even though the darkness of the night was thick and dense, but I could not see his right side of his face. He sighed taking my hand and guiding me through, "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep looking at the floor like that." I could almost feel his glares through his hood and the darkness.
I huffed at his comment continued to look to the ground, "It isn't exactly easy! I'm not from here remember?"
He let go off my hand in a huff and looked back to me, "Let's stop here for the night. We will wait for morning to start walking again, so you don't trip and fall."
"Alright," I stated, "I'll start a fire." I grabbed a pile of sticks and logs and threw them in a pile together. After the pile was set so a fire wouldn't spread. I created a fire above my palm again and put it close to the sticks to light them on fire.
When I looked to Erik, with the light from the flame in my hand , his eyes were hidden but his mouth was agape. I giggled at him, not being able to help myself. He blushed and looked back down, obviously not used to being caught off guard. I looked back down to the fire to keep the flame going. When I was confident that the flame would not die in a matter of hours I took my hand away and sat down extinguishing the flame from my hand.
Erik laid down and looked over his shoulder to look at me, "Go to sleep. You will need your energy for tomorrow." He turned back over and in minutes was asleep.
I sighed looking down to the fire, How will I get home? I got here by broom, but without my broom... I am stuck here in this strange world with this man I have only known for a few minutes. My mind is so scattered. What is Fiyero thinking right now? What is he doing... I miss him so much, I cant stand it!
A/N:
This is strictly fan made I do not own either Phantom of the Opera or Wicked. I am so sorry I haven't updated for like a year! I have been busy and my computer crashed that had the second chapter in the documents. So I am going to update more often I'm sorry it's so short, but I promise the other chapters will be longer