A/N: I can't believe that one of my favorite Wicked authors actually reviewed and is following one of my own Wicked stories. I am literally geeking out from within, but I will try to remain calm for the whole thing. So, 22 views, I think that's a good start for the story. I will do my best to update this story as soon as I have another chapter done. But until then, enjoy this one!

Fae'sFlower: Thank you so much for reviewing! You're right, they will be answered but I think you can figure out the clues I put. I can say that Wendy is, indeed, blind but Jo just doesn't use the Braille for her, though. You'll find out why in this chapter. I can't say anything regarding Jo's condition, but I think some people can figure what happened to Wendy out if they look at all the clues and if they knew their mythological creatures well. I'll give you a hint, it's in Wendy's name. Also, you have no idea on what's going to happen. Enjoy this chapter!

Guest: It's an OC-Centric story. You won't get to see most of the original characters from the Fandom soon, but I assure you one is going to make a appearance in this chapter.

The Emerald City

The morning after the celebration, Jo found himself waking up with the energy to run all the way to Munchkinland. He felt like a little boy on Lurlinemas - he's still a little boy, being eleven and all. This was the day they're going to the Emerald City! His excitement was barely containable so someone has to go through it until he eventually tires himself down.

And that someone just so happens to be a certain malformed human that's sleeping right beside him.

"Wendy!" He could see her grumbling softly, possibly tired from last night - could she even get tired? - but that didn't stop him from bouncing on the bed. "Wendy, wake up! We're going to the Emerald City! Come on, Wendy!"

It only took a few more bounces before she finally relented. He could hear Wendy growling to herself as if to say, I'm up. I'm up. You can stop now. Once his deformed friend was sitting up, Jo immediately launched himself out of the bed and ran over to his homemade suitcase - which was really just a burlap sack - and began tossing clothes inside like they were nothing.

He barely acknowledges the sounds of Wendy getting out of the bed and walking around the room, possibly getting all the little stuff that she does own. His own excitement was clouding his mind. The only thing that he could acknowledge was the fact that they're all going to the Emerald City. Ever since he saw pictures of it Jo had always wanted to go there. Now his dream is coming true and he has his best friend by his side joining him on the trip. Nothing could ever possibly ruin his day.

In the midst of his exhilaration, Jo didn't realize that Wendy - already dressed - was walking up behind him with his braille typewriter in hand. He only noticed her when he nearly ran into her just as he turned around to fetch some more of his clothes.

Jo gasped once he realized that his best friend had suddenly appeared in front of him while he put a hand close to his heart. "Oz, Wendy!" He nearly shouts in relief. "Don't scare me like that!"

There was a strange noise that came from her throat; a buzz that changes tone with very vibration, high, but not exactly human or female. Jo recognized this as her laugh. Finally, I got you, he'd imagined her saying once he hears the familiar chirp that she usually used when she's talking.

Jo just gave her look, even when he knew she couldn't see it. "Ha ha, very funny." He took the typewriter of her hands and put on top of his clothes inside the sack. Jo had barely turned his back on her for a second and she already had his nearly finished novel when he turned back. He did his best not to jump, but Wendy could see his movements and began to chuckle once again.

He gave her another look. "Yeah, real mature." He said sarcastically, turning back to the sack and tied the opening up.

Wendy gave a curious chatter. Aren't you going to put your story with the others?

Jo shook his head. "No, I'm suppose to convince a publisher to at least publish it. I don't think I would leave a good impression on that publisher if I showed up with my manuscript all wrinkled up."

Wendy snorts. Then how are you supposed to carry this, he imagined her asking.

Jo went over to his desk and opened a drawer, picking up a leather holder that's about the size of his manuscript. He moved it a bit so that Wendy could focus her gaze on it. "Colpin got me a cover for it," he explains, walking back over to her. "Now I don't have to worry about it getting wrinkled or crushed by your gigantic hands."

That was one time!

Jo laughed as he took the manuscript from her said gigantic hands and placed the pile of papers in the strapped leather. When he looked up, he immediately noticed Wendy's hallowed in face underneath the hood.

"Hey, where's your mask?" Seeing her fidget uncomfortably, Jo slumps his shoulders. "It broke last night after you put me in bed, didn't it?"

Now slumping her own shoulders, Wendy reached into her cloak and revealed her old mask, which was broken in half from the original broken piece.

Jo shook his head when he sees the mask. "I told you that you needed a new mask," Wendy gave a whimper. "Don't think about talking me out of this, Wendy. As soon as we get to the Emerald City, I'm getting you a new mask."

Wendy's head lowered, but she didn't say anything else. He watched as she walked over to the bed and reach her two long limbs underneath it. As she pulled her arms back, a weaving loom set and a glass box full of jars of sheep's milk appeared right in her ginormous hands.

She came back over to him, shaking the box slightly in her right hand.

"Don't worry, Wendy, I wouldn't forget about my medication." Jo sighed. Sometimes he thinks that Wendy nags him just for the fun out of it.

Wendy didn't say anything as she puts her weaving loom over her head like a satchel and picks up the sack that was right beside Jo. Despite its heavy appearance with the added typewriter, Wendy showed no problem with lifting it.

"You sure you don't want me to help?" Jo asked as they begin to make their way out of the room and down the stairs. Even though Jo had seen first-hand that Wendy was strong beyond words despite her sickly limp appearance, he felt bad about letting her carry all the heavy luggage herself.

Wendy gave an indifferent chatter. No, I'm too strong. Jo knew how Wendy would get when they talk about her inhuman strength. Getting her out of that tunnel vision wasn't always easy so he decided to let it drop.

By the time they reached outside, Jo could feel his breath taken away once he laid eyes upon the carriages. It wasn't like all the carriages he was so used to riding - they were actually just old wagons full of hay. The carriage that was in front of him was much more rounded than those wagons. The color base was entirely white with beautiful tracings of green for design. Along the door are decorated emeralds that glowed in the sunlight. In front of the carriage where the coach was supposed to be are gigantic white horses with headdresses that have green feathers on top.

If Jo wasn't so amazed he would've noticed how Wendy growled at the horses once she caught sight of their movements, which caused them to fidget slightly once they realized that she wasn't human.

Instead, he walked closer to the carriage. His dark eyes never trailed off from the transportation that's going to lead him to the Emerald City. He ran his fingers along the emeralds, shivering slightly at their smooth touch. Living in a gypsy life and having to live with someone like Wendy made Jo used to all the rough surfaces his fingers have come across in his life. Feeling something as smooth as this clearly took his breath away.

"Awesome…" He mumbled in a slight trance. He was clearly hypnotized by fascinating gemstone, he almost forgot about the whole world around him.

"Why, good morning young man!"

It only took the coach to suddenly appear out of nowhere to snap Jo back into reality. The poor boy nearly had a heart attack when he saw the tall man appeared and jumped right into Wendy. The cloaked mutilated human instantly put one of her limp arms around him when she saw him jump so suddenly and stared at the man's form warily. Possibly trying to decide if he really was a threat or not.

"Oh, sorry about that," the coach apologized, tipping his hat slightly. "Didn't mean to frighten you. I am Brick, your coach to the Emerald City!"

The man was certainly cheerful. He's probably from the Emerald City, so he was bound to be pretty joyful. Jo gave the man a smile. "Uh, I'm Jo. The Chim Dancer."

"Yes, I heard all about you." Brick waved a dismissive hand, making Jo's smile falter for a bit. "Madame Morrible spoke highly about you and the rest of the Glikkun's Palooza when she ordered me to escort you all to the Emerald City. I think I can speak for all the royal officials since I've seen many Ball Performances when I say that you will surely knock the Princess off her shoes."

This made Jo feel a little better. "Thank you, sir. We'll do our best to make the Princess happy before her biggest day."

Brick gave a nod. "With that positive attitude, I'm sure you will." He looked over to Wendy hold out his hand. "Allow me to-"

He didn't even finish his sentence since Wendy was already opening the door with the sack in hand and making her way inside the carriage. Brick's eyes widen once he saw Wendy's hunched form going into the carriage with no problems despite all the heavy things she was carrying. His blue eyes turned Jo for some sort of explanation to what he just saw.

Jo gave him an awkward smile. "She's like my bouncer," he shrugged. Jo walked into the carriage right after Wendy, leaving the coach alone to make sense of what he had just saw.

After fifteen minutes, the rest of the Glikkun's Palooza had finished packing their things and are now on their way to the other carriages that Jo failed to see. Babyface and the Puppies were in one carriage. The Animal Master decided to stick close to the carriages that were containing his trained animals. The female dancers and the band members had carriages all for themselves. Colpin decided to ride with one of the coaches since he didn't like being cooped up in a small space. This left Jo and Wendy with a carriage all for themselves as the carriages were sent off.

If he were honest with himself, he was sort of glad that no one else is sharing this carriage with him and Wendy. Despite knowing what she is, the rest of the members were still uneasy around her since they know what she's capable of. Since most of the members were new, they decided to keep their distances from her. Even though Colpin knew her longer than most of the performers - except for Jo - there was a lot of awkward tension between them.

Jo could really blame Colpin. It probably wasn't easy being in the same with room with Wendy. Not after what happened. Despite knowing she did what she did was for a reason and it ended up changing the Glikkun's Palooza for the better, Jo knew that Colpin will not let go of what Wendy did. Even if she did saved them.

Looking up from his typewriter - he had taken his typewriter out and began to work on his novel when he realized that the trip to the Emerald City will take a long while - Jo took this as his chance to observe Wendy, who is sitting right beside him while working on her weaving.

As he watched her long, slim fingers work to braid the fabric together, Jo's thoughts are then turned to the time he taught her to weave.

"Wendy?!" Jo called out, making his way into the room that he and his deformed friend now shared, a weaving loom kit underneath his arm. The seven year old boy's face gave a confused frown once he didn't see the huge figure that's so used to seeing when enters the room.

He turns his head slightly in case he just missed her. It was so weird not seeing Wendy. For the past years, he had grown so used to her face despite all the scares she gives to other people. He guessed having a deformed human for company makes him almost immune to what other people look like.

When he finished scanning the room, Jo try to think of a place where Wendy could be. She barely left his side. So when she did it was for hunts or she would usually stay in their room. But other than that, he didn't know where else she could be.

Maybe she was on a hunt and he had just missed her.

Before Jo could think anymore of this, a large hand suddenly took hold of his messy black hair.

He screamed and quickly jumped out of the hand's way. Looking up, he could see a chuckling Wendy hanging from the ceiling, her right arm outstretched from the spot where he was once standing.

Jo pouted at that. "Wendy!" The mangled human was still chuckling. Even though she couldn't see his face, she could hear his tone so it must have sound hilarious to her.

He shook his head at the sight. "Alright, Wendy, you got me. Come down, I got something for us to do." Jo shook the weaving loom kit in his hands so that Wendy could notice it. Luckily, she had stop her laughing fit and was staring in his direction while cocking her head slightly in confusion.

"I'll tell you what it is if you come down, you know." Jo tried to bait her. It worked as Wendy hopped down from the ceiling and walked over, sniffing in his direction to try and decipher what he got.

"Do you want to know what it is?" He asked, even though he knew she couldn't figure it out. It was just so much fun to tease her.

She shook her head.

I won't know unless you tell me, he'd imagined her saying.

He eventually gave in. "It's a weaving loom," seeing her confused expression made Jo continue. "You know, what humans used to make clothes or tapestries. Didn't you do something like this when you were human?"

Wendy gave him a look that said, Even if I did do something like that, I wouldn't remember it. Jo supposed that was true. When he asked her if she remember anything about her human life, Wendy said the only thing she remembered about being human was the moment before she turned into the beast she is now. Well, a beast to most people.

"Right, sorry," Jo apologized once he realized how limited Wendy's human memories are. He lead her over to the bed where the two sat down next to each other.

It took a little while for Jo to help Wendy with weaving. Being a blind, mutated human wasn't exactly helpful since Wendy couldn't see how Jo braided the fabrics together. In detail, at least. He eventually found a way to teach her by guiding her large fingers. After that, he left her all on her own.

He didn't know if it was her human side peeking out or if her other part was just showing it's creepy intelligent side, but Jo could feel his jaw leaving his head once he saw the small cloth Wendy had made by herself. For someone who couldn't see things in detail, the colors that were on the clothes was amazing. The whole three-dimensional effect made Jo wondered if she somehow knew what colors she was using and figured out what to do. He didn't know how she did it, but he felt like he was actually seeing a piece of the sky that somehow gained physical form.

As soon as she was done, Jo took the piece of cloth straight out of her hands. He looked it over. Yep. It was like seeing a piece of the sky in his hands.

"Seriously, Wendy," he said after a while. "How did you know which colors to use?"

Wendy gave a shrug.

Your guess is just as good as mine.

For the next few hours, Jo and Wendy spent most of their time trying out their new weaving loom - although something tells Jo that Wendy is going to be the one that uses it the most. So far, Jo had made just small pieces of clothing with plain designs. He consider it not bad for his first time weaving.

But Wendy… Oz, Jo did not know how she did it. All the clothes she made have very unique designs that made him think they should belong to a castle. It made Jo wonder if Wendy ever did any weaving when she was human and she was already an expert, despite her nearsighted vision, ("Seriously, how can you even see that?"). Not to mention her long and skinny fingers gave her more momentum.

After working on her sixth so-called tapestry, Wendy had put down the weaving loom on her almost nonexistent lap and turned her head in Jo's direction - who was looking at the tapestry that show a raging forest fire in his hands.

Jo, why did you bring this with you?

The boy froze. Although he couldn't fully understand what she was saying, Jo knew what she's implying by the curious tone of her chirp. He slowly let the tapestry drop from his hands as he stares off into space. "I-It's nothing, Wendy. Really, just wanted try something new with you."

He knew that his stutter gave it away. Despite her lack of sight when things weren't moving, her hearing made up for it. So when he heard the ragged breathing that instantly told him she didn't believed him, he gave in.

"Alright," he sighs, looking up at Wendy's milky eyes that aren't really looking at him. "I bought the weaving loom because, I need new clothes. It gets annoying that I have to keep pulling the shawl over my shoulders, and I'm getting bigger. So that means all the clothes that I have on me will get smaller and…"

He couldn't finish his sentence. If he continued on he would only choke on the memories. So instead, he just wrapped the shawl around himself tighter in hopes to covered himself. This whole time, Jo did his best not to sob. He was seven years old now and what happened was barely two years ago. He should be old enough to stop crying about it. But then his stomach suddenly drops. Why does he have to have an episode now?

A blanket was suddenly placed on his shoulders.

Startled, Jo looked up only to see Wendy wrapping her bony arm around him while she places her large head on top of his fluffy mess of hair.

Feeling her hot ragged breath on his head somehow gave him comfort. He didn't know how Wendy did it, but she always knew what to do to calm him down when he thinks about what happened. Maybe it was the animal's instincts she has and she could sense what he's feeling. Yeah, maybe that's it.

Jo finally broke down, his sobs echoing throughout the night. Wendy just sat there with him in her arms, giving him comfort the best way she can offer. He didn't even notice that he didn't have any abdominal pains the whole time.

Jo was broken out of this thoughts when Wendy suddenly nudge him. She must have noticed him staring at her directions from all the movements the carriage was giving. He shook his head, "Sorry, Wendy. It's nothing."

The once-human creature didn't move her head for a few seconds before she turned back to her weaving. She probably understood that he was just having a non-painful flashback and decided to drop it or she really wanted to get back to weaving. Knowing Wendy he's guessing the first.

Jo immediately turned back to his typewriter and began working on his novel once again. In the midst of thinking about how the sentence was going to look and concerning about how the publisher will think about it, Jo didn't notice the strange feeling in his stomach until it was too late.

He froze once he felt it. "Wendy…"

Wendy looked back in his direction, wonder what was going on now when she became rigid once she saw his whole body shaking a little bit.

She would've reached the box containing the jars of sheep's milk in a matter of seconds if Jo didn't somehow stopped her in time by grabbing her rawboned wrist.

"Wait, Wendy," despite the strain she could hear in his voice, she knew that he was clearly trying to struggle against the pain. "I've been going through this thing for five years, I want to try and fight it this time."

Wendy looked like she wanted to protest but for reasons unknown, she moved her hand away from the box. Jo would've thank her for listening if his stomach didn't start stabbing him with intense pain.

A few seconds of agonizing pain and labored breathing went by, but to Jo it seemed like forever. "On second thought, I can't fight it!"

The jar of milk came immediately after he said that. He didn't take the time to be amazed at Wendy's quick reflexes as Jo took the jar out of her hands the moment he saw it. After ripping the cap off, Jo down the milk like his entire life depends on it.

It only took a few enormous gulps of milk before Jo could feel the pain subsiding to dull ache before it went away completely. Sighing in relief, Jo took the jar away from his mouth only to find Wendy giving him a look underneath the hood.

"Okay, you got me. You don't have to rub it in my face, you know?"

Wendy didn't say anything. She just turns back to the loom and continues on weaving.

After a few hours inside the carriage, Jo could finally see the Emerald City within sights. To say that Jo was amazed by it was an understatement. All the pictures he saw in books didn't even match to the place he's seeing. The entire city was green, green everywhere. From the buildings, to the clothes, he even sees people who have painted their skin green! Jo had to crank his neck up from the window to get a better look at how tall the buildings are.

Sweet Oz, they're taller than any Quoxwood Tree he has ever seen.

"Wendy, this so awesome!" Jo shouts as he brought his back in the carriage for a moment to look at Wendy - who is still busy weaving a tapestry. "Oh Oz, I wish you can see these buildings! They're taller than anything I have ever seen!"

Wendy gave an indifferent chirp, her main focus was on her weaving as Jo stuck his head back out of the window.

It was only a few minutes before the carriages reached their destination. The hotel was place for visiting tourists - not those high elected hotels for the dignitaries that were visiting - so it wasn't exactly the royal treatment for the Glikkun's Palooza, but it was better than anything they had seen in their lives.

The moment Jo came out of the carriage with Wendy right behind him - carrying their luggage and all - the two instantly went over to Colpin, who was busy talking with one of the coaches.

"Hey, Col?" Jo called out to gain their leader's attention as soon as he and Wendy appeared right behind him. Colpin turn his view towards them before turning back to the coach, "We'll discuss this later,"

The coach nods before heading off to get the head gypsy's luggage.

"What is it, laddie?" Colpin asked as he turned back to the little boy. Jo could see he was trying to avoid direct eye contact with Wendy but decided not to say anything about it.

"Wendy and I are gonna go downtown to buy her a new mask," Jo explains. "Her old one broke this morning. Is it alright if you could bring our stuff to our room when we get back?"

Colpin nodded in understanding. "Aye, I see. Was wondering when that thing would finally break," he laughed a little at the thought. "But don't worry now, Jo, I will be sure that your possessions will be safely brought in your room - omph!"

Finally grateful that the man got straight to the point, Wendy shoves the sack, the box full of milk, and her weaving loom right into his arms without a second thought. The poor man stumbled back a little at the sudden force. He had almost forgotten how exactly strong Wendy was and feeling the certain extent to what her power was like made him uncomfortable but he didn't let it show in front of Jo.

The young boy gave him a toothy grin. "Thanks, Col!" He then shoves the leather cover that's holding his novel into the man's already occupied hands before he turns to his tall friend. "Come on, Wendy!"

The humanoid female didn't say anything but let her little boy drag her off into the area of fast-moving people. There was so many people moving by she didn't have time to observe them all and it hurt her head a little. However, she didn't protest since she could practically feel the positive energy radiating off of Jo. She didn't want to ruin that for her little boy.

The two of them failed to notice their leader had finally collapsed underneath all that weight in his arms.

Finding a clothing store was very difficult for the two of them. Although he didn't seem like it, Jo was completely dyslexic. He couldn't read the books that were given to him by Colpin. His dyslexia forces all the words in front of him to be jumble up into something entirely different. He had once mistaken the work "milk" for "klmi", for example. Even when he tried to read from the sign in front of him the sentences just ended up turning into something entirely new that he couldn't understand.

"I think my dyslexia is getting worse, Wendy," he told his humanoid friend, who was looking at the some of the people who took the time to observe her unnatural height. "I know the sign is suppose to say directions, but all I see is just plain gibberish and weird symbols."

This made Wendy chuckle before the two of them continue on down the road.

After a few minutes Jo had finally decided to ask for directions, which saved him from a lot of headaches. They met a nice old lady who was grateful for giving them directions to a masquerade store. After saying goodbye to the old lady, the two went into the store where Jo froze in his tracks right at the entrance.

No matter how much of the city he has seen already, Jo could always feel himself losing his breath every time he gazes upon on something new.

Feeling Wendy trying to nudge him out of his trance, he took her gloved hand and lead her over to who he believes is the manager of the store. "Excuse me?"

The man turn and his eyes stayed at Wendy's hunching form for a bit before they move to him. "What can I do for you, young man?"

Doing his best to not be bothered by the man's side glanced towards Wendy, Jo kept a straight face. "Do you know where the masks are? Full face masks? With the prices written in braille?" seeing the man's face frown in confusion, Jo quickly answered. "I'm dyslexic and she's blind."

Realization dawned in the man's quicker before Jo could fully process it. "Oh, I see," he puts a dress that he was about to pick up back down and gestured for the two of them to follow. Feeling slightly better that he got the man's attention away from his best friend, Jo follows right after him while leading Wendy through the racks by her hand.

"You're lucky that the Emerald City is prepared for anything, young man," the man said and Jo could instantly tell that he was pretty prideful as they arrived at the area where Jo has enough money to at least buy one mask and read the prices with Wendy. "We have prices written in many languages including braille for the blind, or the dyslexic."

Jo decided not to comment on the way that man spoke about their disabilities - it sounded a lot of like fake pity, which he is used to by now - and shot him a grateful smile. "Thank you, sir,"

The man just nods and walks off, leaving the two alone.

Jo had already picked up mask by then. "How about this, Wendy?" He moved the mask slightly so that Wendy could focus her attention on it. The mask was a plain khaki color, with two green stars on each cheek in a form of some type of weird blush.

When he explained the mask's design to the mutated human, Wendy just snarled at the mask at the very moment Jo finished his description. Jo was about to complain - even though he knew better since this was Wendy's human side coming out and he should have expected it - before he realized why Wendy was so quick to judge the first mask. It had the color green.

Despite her lack of memories from her previous life, Wendy was still able to remember all the things that she had liked and disliked when she was human. One of those things just so happened to be colors. Wendy had told him she didn't hate the color green but it wasn't something that she liked either so she did her best to ignore it.

"Okay, my mistake," Jo said with a sigh before he picked up another mask. "What about this one?"

This went on for quite a while, Jo had to make sure all the masks that he picked out didn't have any green on it - it was bad enough that Wendy was already being picky about everything - and it would be something she would probably liked. So far, Jo wasn't making any progress with her. He wondered if she was this vain and picky when she was still human.

Jo was about to show Wendy another mask when somebody suddenly spoke up. "Um, excuse me?"

Wendy had snapped her head in the direction of the voice - she didn't like it when somebody was able to sneak up on her - and was about to snarl at that person if Jo didn't stop her in time.

He grabbed her wrist and gave her a pointed look. Eventually, Wendy backed down which made Jo let go of her wrist. Jo then turns towards the person, who was a lady and gave her a small smile. "Yes, miss?"

The woman, who is a slightly plump, blonde that's taller than Jo by three inches, gave him a pearly white smile. "Are you, - by any chance - the Chim Dancer from the Glikkun's Palooza, that performance group in Glikkun?" Judging from her tone, Jo could already tell she's one of those perky popular girls if her blue and white cupcake dress didn't gave it away.

"Uh, yes," Jo nodded somewhat nervously, he didn't exactly like the fact he was getting so much attention. "Why would you-?"

He was cut off by a loud shriek piercing through the air. It sounded like somebody rubbing a piece of glass against a chalkboard. Jo really hoped that Wendy didn't react on instinct and decided to hop onto the wall like a gigantic spider in front of these strangers.

Thankfully, she didn't do that and only flinched in surprise at the loud noise entering her sensitive eardrums. Jo silently thanked any mysterious force out there for not letting Wendigo rip the poor girl's jaw off instantly.

"Oh my Oz, oh my Oz, oh my Oz!" The girl kept saying over and over again. Jo was worried that she might hyperventilate if she didn't start talking in a somewhat normal voice. "I can't believe I'm actually talking to the Chim Dancer himself!"

Jo didn't know what to say. He looked at Wendy for a little help but her milky white eyes just stare at him uselessly. "Uh, thanks?"

The blonde girl clapped her hands together in excitement. "Oh, can I have your autograph?"

That completely caught him off guard. "I-I'm sorry, what?" He asked, trying to make sure what he heard was correct. Even Wendy stood a bit straighter in interest.

"Your autograph," the blonde said it like it was obvious and the easiest thing in the world for him. "You know, you sign your signature on a piece a paper. That way I can show it to my friends that I must meet the most adorablest wittle dancer in all of Oz."

Jo could feel Wendy nudging, possibly to ask, Is she for real? He didn't know how to answer that. He couldn't really blame the blonde for not knowing since he was only known as the dancer in the group. The public had no idea what his personal life is like and he wants to keep it that way. For Wendy's sake.

But he couldn't leave the blonde disappointed, not when she seemed so excited. "Sure. I guess…" Jo tried not to let his winch be visible on his face when the blonde let out another shriek that's probably going to destroy his eardrums if that keeps up.

"Oh my Oz, that's so amaziflying!" The blonde had somehow pulled out a piece of paper and quill out of nowhere and shoved it into his hands without warning. This caused him to stumble a bit but Wendy had placed her hand against his back to steady him.

Jo silently thanked Wendy before he looked down at the paper, then back up at the blonde. She was biting her glittery pink lips in anticipation.

Just when he was about to put the quill down, he decided to add something at the last second. "I just want to let you know that I'm dyslexic - so, I might mess up a couple of words."

Realization dawned in the blonde's cerulean blue eyes in a matter of seconds. "Oh! That's alright, it's still a signature."

Jo nodded before he began to write on the piece of paper, fully aware that Wendy is looking over his shoulder to try and make sense of what Jo is doing with his hand. He hesitated a few times since his dyslexia was starting to pick up but he continue on with what his gut was telling him.

Once he was done, he handed the quill and paper back to the blonde. "Here. It's the best I can do."

The blonde look at the piece of paper in front of her. Written in black ink, the words were extremely messy since most of the lines were long and dragged. Despite this, she was still able to make out the words that were written in front of her:

The Chim Dancer

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The blonde gushed as she put the paper and quill away in her small, white purse. "You have no idea how amaziflying it is to meet Oz's most adorablest dancer."

Jo blinked. "Uh, don't you mean 'amazing'?"

"That's what I said."

He decided not to comment further on that - he should've really suspected this from a perky girl, especially a blonde one. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Miss…"

"Oh, it's Galinda Upland," the blonde, who Jo now know as Galinda, said. "Of the Upper Uplands."

Jo did his best not to comment on that last part. "Well, I guess it's nice to meet, Miss Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands…" He finished that quite awkwardly as he tried to remember that long title. Although his vocalism was perfect - despite his strong case of dyslexia - it didn't mean he could fully remember what was said to him.

He turned back to the rows of masks, believing the blonde would be on her way after that - and he could feel Wendy growing tense over his shoulder at this stranger's presence - but he didn't know how to react when he felt a hand, that wasn't Wendy's, on his shoulder so he jumped instead.

Wendy responded to seeing Jo's figure moving all of a sudden in an instant. She quickly got up to Galinda's face - the blonde didn't see her true face, so Jo hopes - and snarls at her in an inhuman tone. Miss Upland's eyes became as wide as saucers while she stumbles back on her very own high heels.

"Wendy!" Jo shouts as he quickly puts himself between the humanoid creature and the trembling blonde. "Leave her alone! She just startled me, I'm not hurt or anything!"

Wendy snorted but still backed away. After making sure that her focus was on one of the masks, Jo turns to face Galinda - who is still staring at Wendy with wide eyes.

"I am so sorry for all of that," he quickly begins his apology. "It was really nothing personal or anything, she's just really protective of me."

Galinda blinked a couple of times, probably trying to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her and that very tall person had left her alone - now Jo was really hoping that she didn't see Wendy's face. "It's alright," she said after composing herself. "I can understand, being a celebrity means you gotta have a bouncer, right?"

Jo didn't know how to respond to that. He wasn't really a celebrity, just someone who is enjoying what he's doing and trying to make a living with the little things he has.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said after a bit with a small shrug.

Galinda nods, but then her face turns solemn - an expression that Jo didn't suspect on someone like her. "Um, is it alright if you could do me favor?"

Jo looks at her interest - even Wendy perks up from looking at the masks - and wonders what she would want from him. "Uh, what is it then?"

"Well, I know I might not look like it, but I know the Princess of Oz pretty well," she bragged, her perky attitude has returned. "Actually, we're besties for life!"

"Why am I not surprised?" Jo mumbled to Wendy, who snorts before they continue to listen to what the blonde has to say.

"Since you're going to be performing for her engagement party," Galinda continued like she didn't notice the small interruption. "I was wondering, could you please do everything you can to make her happy?"

Now Jo wasn't expecting that. "Make her happy?" He repeated. "She's getting married, right? I thought she would already be happy."

Galinda cringed a little at that. "It's an arranged marriage," she informs him. "See, Elphie - that's my nickname for her, by the way - isn't exactly 'okay' with the whole thing. Not only it's an arranged marriage, but her groom-to-be is Fiyero Tiggular."

Jo had heard of him. Apparently, he is a Winkie Prince that hails from the Vinkus. He has heard from the female dancers that this Prince is a party-goer. He's well-known for throwing parties and having the best wine in all of Oz. They say that he was extremely good-looking, but Jo didn't care about that - he lives with someone like Wendy, for Oz's sake. What really got him listening was the Prince's extreme playboy nature.

As it turns out, Mr. Pretty Boy - one of those female dancers had called him that - would often use his looks to his advantage. Namely, seducing any pretty lady that could catch his eyes. He would use those women to warm up his bed at night and abandon them the next morning for more prettier girls. It was amazing how so many girls could fall under his spell even though they knew of his reputation.

Honestly, Jo was disgusted by the Prince's behavior. Here he was, a Prince with everything that someone like Jo or Wendy could ever wanted and yet he wastes his life away by getting drunked and treat women like they're nothing but toys for his amusement. Then again, Jo could never stand any guy who treats women like that - even if there are some out there who enjoy it.

Jo couldn't help but feel sympathy for those girls who were used like that. They were viewed as one simple thing that could bring pleasure to another while that person doesn't give them a second thought if they found someone 'better'. He knew what it was like to be used for only one thing and not to be considered someone with thoughts and feelings.

If it weren't for Wendy, he would've still been in that same position for the rest of his life.

Jo cringed as he thought about the marriage life between the Princess of Oz and the playboy Prince of Vinkus. "Yeah, I can see your point."

Galinda smiles with a hint of amusement in her years. "So, I know she's probably going to be miserable for awhile - because she's Elphie if you ever met her you would understand my point. Which is why I want her to be happy before her Wedding happens. Do you think can do that for me?"

Jo didn't know what to say at first. He didn't exactly know the Princess - personally, at least. But he still felt bad for her since she's getting married to a Prince who obviously won't be faithful to her. Maybe he could try to make her happy to remind her that there is still joy in the world that they live in.

"Alright, I'll do it," he confirms while clapping his hands together for a quick second. "I'll do my best to make the Princess happy."

He flinched slightly when the blonde gave out another ear-shrieking squeal. "Oh my Oz, thank you! You have no idea how much it means to me! See you and your bodyguard at the party!"

With that, the blonde left the aisle. Jo turned back to face Wendy, two of his fingers covering his right ear since he could hear a ringing, who is staring at him with curious, blank eyes.

"She was weird, wasn't she?"

Wendy snorts. Are you realizing that just now?

Our favorite little Blonde had made an appearance and meet the stars of this story. Who do you think our unlikely duo will meet next chapter? Don't be afraid to leave some reviews!