Reflections of a Lost Time Chapter 8
So this is a new chapter of my fanfiction. I hope you will like it and will keep on reading and reviewing. Anyway I will try to upload the next chapter tomorrow, but don't hope to much I have choir practice and school.
Aelphaba woke up sudden, because of the sound of a wolf howling. It wasn't like the howling she had heard in the forest that afternoon, this sounded a lot smaller and higher. She slowly opened her eyes and found the witch sitting on the floor, playing with what looked like a grey ball of fur. Aelphaba realised that it was a wolf puppy. The small animal ran around the witch and jumped up playfully attacking her. The witch laughed. Not the cackle Aelphaba had heard earlier but a laugh of joy. It was till a cackle, but less frightening. Aelphaba watched silent as the wolf jumped up and grabbed the witch's hat with its teeth.
"Ooh, my hat," the witch said.
"Yes and you are not getting it back," the wolf said with the voice of a young child. For Aelphaba this sounded so strange, so she gasped. Quite loud. The witch looked at her with surprise before rising. The wolf dropped the hat and went over to the bedside. Aelphaba watched as the young wolf started to smell her. She saw its teeth and gasped again. The witch that had stood watching the meeting, laughed wickedly.
"She isn't a beast you know," the witch said while putting her hat back on her head.
"Fae, when is my mother coming back soon?" the young wolf asked as it turned to the witch.
"She will be here in a few minutes, Kira," the witch said, "but I have to examine you again before you leave. The wolf sighed. The witch went over to the door and opened it.
"Fiyero Tiggular, get over here with some food now," she yelled. Aelphaba looked at the woman with amazement. Her mother would never yell at anybody, it wasn't considered ladylike. The witch turned to the wolf that was laughing.
"What is it?" the witch asked. Kira wasn't able to answer because she was cracking up.
"Watch it or I will tell your mother that it was you who ruined her book last week," the witch said. Kira stopped laughing abruptly. Now it was the witch's turn to laugh at the young wolf's horrified expression. Aelphaba watched the witch pick up the wolf and hug it. This witch took care of the animals apparently and that wasn't all, she seemed to know them as close friends too. She treated them like human beings. Aelphaba watched the Wicked Witch of the West, this supposedly wicked, insane, yes crazy woman and here she was taking care of Animals. The door opened and the man came in again. Aelphaba looked carefully at his face. He was beautiful and there was weirdly enough something about his face that reminded her of her own father. They had the same kind smile with a bit of arrogance in it and they had similar hair. The witch turned to the man and folded her arms.
"Yero, how long ago was it I told you that breakfast should be ready?" she asked.
"Sorry, darling," he said and kissed her on the cheek. Then he sat down on his knees.
"Hi Kira, how are you feeling?" he asked the wolf.
"I am feeling fine master Fiyero," the wolf answered. The man smiled.
"I am glad to hear that, and if you are a hungry I think Galinda and Nessarose are in the kitchen with some food." Kira's face lit up and she ran out the door. The man rose on his feet and turned to the witch.
"You have done it again, Fae," he said, smiling at her.
"Well I guess I have," the witch said. Aelphaba watched the man called Fiyero; take the witch's hat off her head and then taking his hand behind her neck and pressing his lips against hers. The witch broke off the kiss and said: "Yero, not here." He looked over at Aelphaba and blushed. The witch saw this and started laughing.
"Fiyero Tiggular, prince of Vinkus is blushing like a school girl," she said teasingly.
"I will get you some food," he said and went fast out the door.
"Fiyero, my hat," the witch yelled after him. The man came into the room again and gave the witch, the hat. Aelphaba saw the witch take the hat and look at it with tears in her eyes.
"Fae, don't think about it, it is impossible," Fiyero told the witch, who looked at him and said: "I know, I just wish," she didn't finish the sentences. Aelphaba watched Fiyero go out the door and the witch went over to her desk. The witch put her hat back on her head and picked up one of her books and started reading. After a while the witch turned to Aelphaba and asked; "Would you like to wash and change into new clothes?" Aelphaba to afraid of the witch to say something just nodded. The witch went over to one of the many wardrobes and picked out a light blue dress. Then she went over to the next wardrobe and took out some towels and soap. She sat it all down on the table and then she went out the door. Aelphaba once again felt the tingling feeling and knew that the spell was lifted. She rose and went over to the table. She picked up her things and just as she was about to turn when she laid eyes on the book the witch had read. It was a schoolbook in history. It was for the university students apparently, but it looked old. She flipped up the title page. On the page it was written Elphaba Thropp in cursive. Elphaba and Aelphaba, that's the same name. Elphaba must be the witch's name, they call her Fae and that is close enough to be a nickname. Aelphaba almost started to laugh, because the irony was killing her. Her mother, the good witch, had accidentally named her after her archenemy. Aelphaba kept on flipping the pages until a bookmark fell out and landed on the desk. Aelphaba laid the book down and picked it up. It was a small note. Aelphaba flipped the note over so she could read it. The note read this; Elphie, I am sorry but I have told Pfanne and Shenshen that that I would join them for the weekend. I hope you can forgive me and that I will come back soon so we can talk. G. Aelphaba tucked the note back in between the book pages and went wash herself. She just couldn't let the thought of that little note go. The ink had been all messed, like if someone had been crying while reading it. She wondered if it had been the reader or the writer who had been crying and who was G? She put on the dress and went over to look at her reflection in the mirror. With the nuance of blue she was wearing she looked like her mother. That thought was both appealing and it made her think about her parents and the anger and betrayal she had felt came rushing back. They cared more about their jobs then about her. She put on her shoes and she opened the door and went out to see where she had been brought.
So people, sorry that I haven't uploaded, but I haven't had access to a computer. This is the first part of a chapter I split in to two, so if the finish seems abrupt, it is just because it isn't really a finish. Please read and review this and the following chapters. I won't upload otherwise. I know that is an old threat now but still.