Sorry for the wait in the update! I have been trying so hard to update all my stories, but it's really hard with life always getting in the way and my other stories also needing to be updated, but right now I have been focusing on this story. I am kind of annoyed with this chapter I have revised it about 14 times within the last week and I am still not happy with it! It's alot different from the original story plot I had written, but I decided what I had didn't make sense so I changed almost everything. Like I said I am still not happy, but I am just going to post it and finish the next chapter I have half way done so hopefully that will be posted sometime in the near future :D Anyways I am rambling now... so I hope you enjoy...As Always -Greengirl16

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The Wizard sat on his throne enjoying life, smiling in satisfaction with all the good things that had happened in the last few days. His plan had worked, he now had Elphaba under his spell and she would do anything for him. At this rate the entire Animal population would be wiped out in less than a year. Just thinking about it made his heart fill with joy.

Soon he heard and crashing noise from down the hall. He looked up surprised. His throne room door was thrown open and a furious large woman with heavy makeup stood in the doorway. Morrible held up a rolled up paper that she had clutched in her hands. The Wizard stood and crossed the room to where the woman stood. He read the headline and froze: ANIMALS PROTESTING THE WIZARD'S BANS. "She told," Morrible sneered, "I told you we couldn't trust that dumb blonde."

The Wizard was still frozen in shock, "We must stop her, but how."

Something sparked in Morrible's eyes, "I have an idea that might just work…"

"What?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course! Now just stop her before all of Oz starts to plot my assassination!"

Morrible smiled wickedly and left the Wizard standing in the room confused.

Three Hours Later half of Oz aligned the streets of the Emerald City, waiting for some kind of conference the Wizard had called last minute and although a lot of Ozians were starting to doubt their ruler's greatness they showed up anyways.

The heard the Palace door open and looked towards it, noticing it still remained locked.

"Citizens of Oz," a loud voice boomed. The Ozians turned there gaze towards the balcony where they recognized the Wizards Press Secretary, Meredith Morrible. "There is an enemy who must be found and captured," she continued, "Believe nothing she says, she's evil. Responsible for trying to hypnotize this poor, innocent girl," Morrible said, grabbing Elphaba's wrist and pulling her out onto the balcony. Ozians gasped as the realized someone had tried to hypnotize their new Magic Grand Vizier. "Her blonde hair and angelic face is just a disguise for her twisted nature. This distortion…. this repulsion…this WICKED witch!" The Ozians all screamed and tried to run toward safety, but it was hard to push through the crowd. Morrible listened to the screams of terror and the crying and then reentered the palace, Elphaba closed behind her, a smug look on her face. She turned to the Wizard, "There you should be safe now," and the turned and continued down the hallway.

Shiz students screamed as a charming prince skidded to a halt and sharply turned down an alley way, running over several students. People were dodging out of the way, flinging their books to the ground in attempt to get out of his way. Fiyero finally reached the building and climbed the stairs, taking them two steps at a time. He pounded on one of the door rooms.

"It's open," a muffled voice called from inside.

Fiyero entered, glancing around wildly to see where she was.

The dorm room TV was turned on the news replaying Morrible's speech over and over. Flashing pictures of the 'witch.' Fiyero saw the small blonde hunched over in the corner, grabbing clothes and stuffing them into a suitcase. "Glinda…," he said softly. She turned to look at him, makeup smeared all over her face making it evident she had been crying. Her eyes were dull, missing that charming sparkle they usually contained. "What are you doing," Fiyero asked confused.

"I can't stay here, I'm not safe," she whispered.

"Where are you going to go?"

"I don't know yet, but all of Oz is searching for me and I will not be punished for something I didn't do."

Fiyero wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, wishing he could ease her pain, but there was no use.

"I am going away for a bit, but I am not going to give up. Something is going on I just know it," Glinda said, her face set with determination, but Fiyero could see through her façade and realized she was terrified.

Fiyero nodded.

He watched Glinda grab her bag and run out the door, they took one last look at each other and then she was gone.

The next three weeks dragged by so slowly at Shiz. The gossip about the wicked witch of the north was starting to die down, but Fiyero still occasionally heard rumors about different problems the witch was causing.

Fiyero was now walking down the streets just outside of the campus. He walked into a local bar and sat down on one the stools. He picked up the paper; he didn't know why he bothered to read it anymore. It consisted lies about Glinda and the all the 'good' work the magic vizier was doing. It was all so depressing and way too much for him to handle. He sighed and put his head down on the bar.

"Can I get you something," a young bartender asked, approaching him.

Fiyero wasn't one for drinking, but he nodded his head, "I'll take anything, you choose."

The bartender returned, "Here this should dull the pain."

Fiyero smiled weakly and drank down the fluid. It tasted horrible, but it did take the edge off.

Two hours and 10 drinks later, Fiyero stumbled out from the bar. He walked crookedly down the street, his site blurred so he couldn't exactly see where he was going. He managed to make it back to his dorm and just as he shut and locked the door, he passed out in the middle of the floor.

Fiyero groaned as his eyes fluttered open, the bright light making his extreme headache ten times worse. He rolled over and realized he was on the floor and then remembered he had been drinking. He glanced at the clock, 1 p.m. He had been asleep fourteen hours. He slowly got up, wincing in pain, and made his way to the bathroom. He took a shower which made him feel a bit better and it allowed him to think more clearly.

Glinda was now a fugitive and he had to prove her innocence to all of Oz, which would be an extremely difficult task and he had to get to Elphaba. How would he ever manage to complete the two hardest tasks he'd ever faced? He thought for a minute, starting at the Emerald City might help. It would increase his chances of running into Elphaba. He ran to grab a suitcase and started to pack some clothes for his trip, but realized that he needed a better plan. Sure he could visit the Emerald City, but Elphaba lived in the palace and to get into the palace was extremely rare.

Fiyero grabbed his phone and was about to stuff it in his pocket when an idea struck him. He opened it and started to dial. There was a click at the other end and he heard the deep voice, "Hello?"

"Hey dad, it's Fiyero."

"Fiyero please tell me you're not calling to inform me you got kicked out of school again."

"No," Fiyero heard his dad exhale with relief, "I am actually calling to see if you can hook me up with a job in the Emerald City Palace."

"Fiyero Tiggular, have you lost your mind?! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a job there?!"

"Yes I realize that, but I am desperate, this is really important I swear, please father can you just try?"

"I guess it won't hurt to try…"

"Thanks so much dad! Bye."

"Bye."

Fiyero jumped on his bed and waited, hoping his dad could somehow manage to hook him up with a job in the Emerald City.

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