(A/N: ok, here's a quicky update! Oz, this story is nearing it's ending. And to those you who thought that Elphaba had lost her memory in teh last chapter, that isn't the case, it was just that she was under a spell that takes over your mind briefly. This chapter will show that she most definitley did not lose her memoiriry (yes, that is correct spelling). This update is pretty long for me I think...and it might get confusifying, but just remember, I'm not the best at making up plots as you can see my story evidently has more than 1...oops. Anyhu, I hope you enjoy, thanks for reviewing if you did and review again if you like! I apologize for any typos. I actually did not sleep at all last night, I literally stayed up all night, and I am still up, it is scary really. And guess what i was doing? Reading an uber long fanfiction, seriously, fanfiction will be the death of me! lol, ok I'll stop rambling now...review! :)

Elphaba felt a cold sweat wash over her and her muscles tense up as she was released from the spell. She drew in shaky, ragged breaths as the pain vanished all at once. Morrible had been in her head. Elphaba felt Fiyero holding her. She felt the slight quiver in his strong arms, he was scared for her. She suddenly remembered the promise she'd made to Fiyero just earlier.

"Fiyero I--" she began, "—I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't mean to come here. I really didn't, I promise you." she said.

"I know, I know." Fiyero whispered, holding her tighter. Elphaba felt so strange, it was the worst feeling, knowing someone had been in your head, controlling you, it made Elphaba sick. She held onto Fiyero tighter. They both seemingly forgot Morrible still there, and she ignored them.

"C'mon." said Fiyero, "Let's go back to our tent." As Fiyero led Elphaba back, she couldn't help but dwell over the last thing Morrible had told her before she'd broken the spell. Now you know where to find me. What did she mean by that? Did she expect Elphaba to come looking for her again or something? Why would she do that? Elphaba shook her head and just stopped thinking about it all together; she was too stressed as it was.

Later, around noon as Elphaba and Fiyero sat in their tent together, just...being together, Elphaba couldn't help but feel as though something terrible was going to happen today. She tried not to think about it because she wanted t cherish her moments with Fiyero, but it just kept nagging at her like an itch she couldn't reach. For a moment she thought Morrible had spelled her again, but she dismissed that quickly. But still, that overwhelming dark wave of...disaster was slowly washing over their blissful sands. She didn't tell Fiyero about her worries, she didn't want to worry him, and she'd probably sound like she was off her head too.

Sometime around early afternoon, Elphaba felt that black wave relaxing as it drew back into the sea away from her mind. She'd been on edge the entire day, waiting for something terrible to happen. She finally let herself breathe as she realized she was just being paranoid. That's all it was, nothing was going to happen...

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With the Great Kells added to the game, the sides were even and the battle was worse than any other. Not a single man could be spared to stay back in territory. The medical tents couldn't even be operated because they needed them to fight. So the Wizard's territory consisted of only a few children who had been rescue earlier and women and Elphaba, Fiyero and Galinda.

"I knew something bad was going to happen." Elphaba moaned as she pressed her face to Fiyero's shoulder. He rubbed her back, but didn't know what to say. Not even Galinda could think of a positive thing to say. The battle seemed to be a bit closer to Wizard territory this time, so the shots sounded like they were coming from right outside their tent, but of course, they weren't. Galinda was actually biting her nails as she sat waiting for the battle to end.

"Fiyero, you'd never kill anybody, would you?" asked Elphaba quietly. He barely heard her over the chaos the battle created. A cacophony of shots and cannons and clinking swords filled the air. If she had asked him a few months ago, his answer would have been no, he couldn't kill anybody. But now...all he could think about was what Frex had done to her, what Morrible had done to her. He hated to admit it, and he felt sick for it, but he knew that if he had the chance, he wouldn't hesitate to kill either of them.

"Fiyero?" her voice shook him and he realized he still hadn't answered her question.

"I don't know Elphaba." he whispered as the savage in him lusted for the sheer satisfaction of killing Frex and Morrible himself. He shuddered as the thoughts entered his mind. It was so savage and disgusting to want to kill someone. Killing someone in itself was terrible, but wanting too? He shook his head, hoping to rid those thoughts.

"What do you mean you don't know?" asked Elphaba, sounding disappointed and disapproving of the answer he'd given her. He didn't say anything. Elphaba knew what he meant, "You meant 'yes' didn't you. You would kill someone." Fiyero sighed heavily.

"Yes I would." said Fiyero.

"Why?" asked Elphaba.

"Because of what they did to you!" Fiyero sputtered as though that should have been obvious.

"Oh." said Elphaba. She reached up and touch is face lightly because she couldn't look into his eyes anymore to convey the atmosphere. She felt a pang to her heart when she realized that she never would be able to look into his eyes, those deep blue orbs of swirling ocean waves. It was almost enough to make her own useless eyes sting with moisture. Damn, if she couldn't see, she shouldn't be able to cry! She returned to the task at hand, "Fiyero," she said.

"Yes, love?" he asked. She blushed a little, but continued.

"I want you to promise me that you won't ever kill anybody." she said, "Even for me."

"Elphaba--" he began.

"I mean not for revenge or anything. Promise me you won't." Elphaba said.

"I--" he stuttered, he didn't know if he could make such a promise, the desire was so deep.

"I promised not to go to Morrible." she reminded him. He sighed heavily.

"Alright, I promise." Fiyero finally said.

"Thank you." Elphaba whispered and kissed him gently. Galinda gasped loudly and they broke apart.

"What is it Galinda?" asked Elphaba. Fiyero quickly pulled Elphaba behind him as he followed Galinda's line of vision. Frexspar Thropp stood there, infuriated and vengeful and looking determined to have something. A sword covered in blood draped from his large hand. Frex was staring at Elphaba, his eyes red with wanting. She couldn't see him, and she didn't know what was going on.

"Fiyero, what's wrong?" asked Elphaba. Everyone was unearthly silent as they waited for Frex to make his move. While Frex contemplated his next move of action, Fiyero noticed a fine sword lying a bit away from him. He let his right hand creep towards it, but kept both eyes trained on Frex. Suddenly that desire to kill him had bubbled up in him again, like tow bad chemicals had been mixed. He suddenly remembered his promise to Elphaba. He would try his hardest not to kill Frex, but if he didn't, it was only to protect her. Frex pointed the tip of his sword at Fiyero.

"Get away from her boy, she's mine." said Frex. Elphaba gasped as she realized who it was.

"Over my dead body!" Fiyero yelled and he grabbed the sword quickly and made to strike Frex with it. Surprisingly, Frex blocked it, it seemed to surprise him too. Fiyero worked to force Frex out of the tent. He had to get him as far away from Elphaba as possible, "Elphaba stay there, Galinda, watch her!" Fiyero yelled over his shoulder as he began fighting Frex in the direction of the forest.

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Elphaba stood up as she heard the metal clash. Fiyero was going to kill Frex, or Frex would kill Fiyero. She knew that it wouldn't end until one of them ended up dead. She had a lot of confidence in Fiyero for some reason, that he would kill Frex. She didn't care so much that he'd be breaking his promise, just that he would remain alive. Elphaba knew it was useless to go after them, she'd only get in Fiyero's way because she wouldn't be able to see.

"Don't worry, Fiyero will be fine, he always is." Galinda reassured Elphaba nicely, patting her friend's shoulder with a shaking hand, a dead giveaway that she didn't believe a thing she just said.

"I know," said Elphaba, "I have confidence in Fiyero to--" Suddenly Elphaba had a flashback. The black that had become her 24/7 vision had molded into a scene that she could see! But it was just a flashback, so of course she could see it.

Morrible and Frex stood at the door to her tower room, or prison, both suited. They were discussing ways to win the war, strategies, spells, etc. Elphaba was too exhausted and in too much pain to care what they were saying, she couldn't even understand them. But now that she looked back on this as a flashback, she understood them perfectly.

"You see Sir, there is no immortality spell." said Morrible, "But, I think that if you do not win this war, neither should James. I think that if you die, he should die to, no?"

"I suppose." Frex grumbled.

"I know a spell that will make him die the moment you do, and whoever killed you will die."

"Why should I care about a stupid spell like that when I'm trying to win a war alive, not dead?" Frex spat, "Although I guess maybe there is some appeal to that. If I don't win Oz, then he shouldn't be able to win it either. Go ahead cast the spell, I don't care, it's not like anybody is going to be killing me anytime soon anyway." Frex waved his hand dismissively. Morrible cracked an evil smile and told him she'd cast it later that day.

"Elphie!" Galinda was yelling her name. She had tried waving a hand in front of her friend's face before eh remembered she was blind. Suddenly, Elphaba seemed to come back to the world of the living as she gasped loudly.

"Oh my god Galinda, he's going to die!" Elphaba screamed.

"What? What are you talking about?" asked Galinda.

"All three of them!" Elphaba shouted, "James and Fiyero and Frex!" she stood up, "Fiyero can't kill Frex, he'll die! Oz, I have to stop him!" Elphaba finally knew what Morrible meant and what the whole ordeal had been about that morning. Elphaba needed her sight back if she was going to find Fiyero in time to stop him. And only Morrible could do that. She had to lead Elphaba to her first so that Elphaba would know where Morrible's tent was! Elphaba felt sick for falling straight into Morrible game, but she was desperate, she didn't care, Fiyero couldn't die! Oh Oz, he couldn't die. Elphaba began to leave the tent, already knowing which turns to make, as she had somehow memorized the route she'd taken in the morning. She felt Galinda pull her back, but Elphaba was frantic.

"Let go!" she screamed at Galinda.

"No!" Galinda cried holding on tighter, "You're going to Morrible aren't you! Aren't you! After you promised Fiyero you wouldn't! She will kill you Elphaba! Don't go to her!"

"Let go!" Elphaba screamed, desperation and panic pricking at her every nerve, Fiyero could be dead right now! James could be dead, she had to stop them, "You don't understand Galinda, he's going to die! They're all going to die! I have to stop him, please, please let me go!" she tried begging, but Galinda held her own. Finally Elphaba had enough, her fear for Fiyero was controlling her completely now. She shoved Galinda off roughly. Galinda fell back and stumbled, falling on the ground. Elphaba didn't waste time checking to see if she was alright. It was heartless, but her Fiyero's and James' life were at stake, she didn't have time! She began sprinting in the direction she knew Morrible's tent was in. She tripped a lot, but none of that mattered, the only thing that mattered was getting to Fiyero.

When she felt she was near enough to Morrible tent to slow down, she cautiously put her hands in front of her to be her eyes as she felt her way to where the tent should be. Her hand ran into the rough bark and she tripped over the root of the tree but she finally made it inside.

"Morrible?!" she screamed, even though she knew she was right there, somewhere very close to her in the tent, "Morrible?! Where the fuck are you?!" Elphaba screamed. She didn't get a reply but she knew Morrible was there. She rushed to the corner of the tent where she remembered Fiyero throwing the book. She fell to her hands and knees as she felt around for the leather bound Grimmerie. Finally her hand brushed against the thick book.

"I take it my directions this morning worked well?" Morrible asked, as though commenting on the weather. Elphaba screamed in frustration, Fiyero could die any minute now! She needed to find him!

"Here's your fucking book!" Elphaba screamed and threw the book in the direction she heard Morrible's voice coming from, "Just give me my sight back!" Morrible picked up the spell book, already skimming through it for the spell.

"Oh figured out the spell I put on Frex did you? I didn't think it'd take you long." Morrible humbled, "And, oh how nice of you, you've brought me my spell book. What was it you wanted? Your sight?"

"Do the spell, I know you know it!" Elphaba snapped.

"You're going to have to ask a little nicer than that Miss Elphaba." Morrible tutted.

"Please." Elphaba hissed.

"That's better dearie." Morrible said, "Now what will you give me in return?"

"Anything!" Elphaba screamed.

"Your life?"

"Yes, whatever it takes, just hurry up!" Elphaba screamed at her. Morrible smiled widely as she began to chant. Elphaba stood still as she listened to the wicked words flying out of Morrible's mouth, but no matter how wicked they were, they were working. The first thing Elphaba saw was green lush grass, it had never looked more beautiful. She blinked as the blur in her eyes disappeared completely. For a moment, she just marveled at how beautiful everything looked. Right now, she might even think her own skin was beautiful.

"Child, you do know that once he's out of danger, you will die, don't you? That was our agreement, your life for his. You can't live while he does." Morrible said evilly, "I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into." Elphaba didn't answer as she ran out of the tent. She didn't have time to dwell on the fact that she was going to die if she stopped Fiyero, she couldn't let him die. His life meant so much more to her than her own life meant. She just knew in her gut that Fiyero couldn't die! She needed him too much. Though when it came down to it, it didn't really matter if she needed him or not, she'd be dead. But she loved him too much to just let him die. She wanted to cover her ears as the gun shots from the close battlefield shot through her sound system like needles. Each shot stung, making the ground she ran on vibrate and her very being shake. All she could think about as she ran was seeing Fiyero again. She imagined his blue eyes in her mind as she ran. She found them in a cramped clearing deep in the woods. Both were cut and bleeding, but still fighting strong.

"STOP!" she screamed, but both of them were beyond hearing anything. They were both deaf to everything. They were numb to everything. They were blind to everything. All of their senses had been clouded by the desire to kill the other. They were robots suddenly, designed for one purpose: to kill. Neither would have any distractions. Frex had forgotten what they were fighting about in the first place, but Fiyero didn't forget, he remembered. He was fighting for Elphaba. He didn't hear her as she screamed for him to stop, desperation loud in her usually calm voice. All his attention was on Frex. He finally saw it. He went for the opportunity. Frex stumbled, leaving himself open as his arms flew out instinctively to catch himself. Fiyero went for the kill—

"Yero, no!" the voice caught him off guard. He didn't want to turn to acknowledge it, he was about to kill Frex! Wait...Yero...

"Elphaba?!" Fiyero yelled, spinning around. He saw her standing there, holding him back. The first thing he saw was the brown of her warm chocolate eyes. Wait—the brown of her eyes.., "Elphaba, can you see me?" asked Fiyero. She nodded, looking deep into his blue eyes. She had tears running down her face.

"Fiyero, I was so scared!" she managed to say, pulling him to her and kissing him repeatedly, he responded intensely, he sensed desperation in her kisses, like they were her last, what was going on?

"Every second could've been the one that you died. But you're not! Oz, I love you so much!" she said in between kisses, "Fiyero, promise me you'll watch Galinda when I'm gone...and Nessa...and James..."

"What are you talking about? You're not going anywhere." said Fiyero, panicked at what she was implying.

"Fiyero, I went to Morrible to get my sight back so I could stop you from killing Frex. Whoever kills him will die, and if he dies, so does James'--" Elphaba began.

"Elphaba, you're not going to die!" Fiyero took her by the shoulders and shook her, not gently, but not rough either. He felt his own tears of fear and desperation leak down his face. Die? What was she talking about? She wasn't going to die. He just had to make sure that neither of them killed Frex; that Frex lived.

"She said as soon as I stop you, I'll die!" Elphaba said frantically, "Which is fine, you'll be fine without me--"

"No, I won't be!" Fiyero said, "I won't be fine without you! But can't you see, you've already stopped me, and you're not dead! Maybe she messed up the spell or something!" They both waited with baited breaths and nothing happened. They were both happy for a moment as they realized that maybe things were going to be alright. In all the chaos, they'd forgotten Frex, and the shots from the battlefield were loud enough to drown out any sounds he might make. He was suddenly running at Fiyero, his sword seconds away from killing him. Fiyero reacted quickly though, he raised his own sword, but suddenly it was gone. Frex gasped as he fell to his knees and Elphaba screamed as pain rippled through her body. She was so afraid Fiyero was going to kill Frex, she had thrown the sword out of Fiyero's hands, only with Frex running so fast at them, he ran straight through the blade and it struck right through this heart. Elphaba was the last to touch the weapon that killed Frex. The spell recognized her as Frex's killer. She felt the sword puncture her heart, even though there was no sword there. Frex fell backwards with a loud sickening thud, the sword sticking up out of his chest, splattering with his blood.

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James was fighting in battle when he felt a terrible pain in his chest. He looked down, expecting there to be a sword jutting out of his chest, but there was nothing. He felt his breaths begin to come in short gasps as he lost more blood, but how could he be losing blood? There wasn't a scratch on him. It wasn't long before he realized he was going to die. And it wasn't long before he did.

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Fiyero hardly registered what had happened as he caught Elphaba in his arms as she fell. Her eyes did not close gracefully as her heart stopped beating, but stayed open, unseeing. She didn't even get to tell him she loved him one last time before she died like in those stupid cheesy books. It was like someone had just pulled a switch and that was it. She felt nothing, heard nothing, saw nothing, she was gone. Oh Oz, why did she have to break her promise and go to Morrible? He would have died for her in a heartbeat, and apparently, she would do the same for him, had done the same for him.