Fiyero entered the Thropps house and heard the door close behind him as two Vinkus guards had followed him inside. Fiyero gazed up at the ceiling of the weathered house, noticing that the house had clay walls that were painted a faded white that started to peel with the heated summers of Munchkinland. He brushed his hand against one of them, feeling how the paint started to shell off in places where his hand had touched.

Fiyero's shoes shuffled into the hard earth floor and he noticed faded tracks where something with wheels must have been. Turning around the corner that Elphaba had disappeared behind earlier, Fiyero was faced with a kitchen that also seeming provided for a living room. On the floor in a wall, an open fire burned in spurts of flames inside a half dome that opened towards the room. A small picnic bench was a little off center in the room, with the first young girl who had opened the door at the head of it. A man sat beside this girl on the bench. This man frowned at a paper clutched in his hand, scratched his head and seemingly sighed, tossing the lone paper on top of a messy pile of other papers.

But the thing that caught Fiyero's eye the most was the emerald skinned girl. She sat in front of the hearth and focused on the flames. He followed her gaze, looking into the fire and again back at her. His second impression of Elphaba was interesting. Fiyero realized Elphaba was controlling these flames. Her blank face formed a small grimace in which the fire started to die, almost reducing to embers. Then she quickly made a small smile, the fire quickly rebounding in an obvious unnatural pace, growing so large it touched the small chimney hole.

Having been trained a hunter, Fiyero must have entered quieter than he realized and quietly cleared his throat, causing the two at the picnic table to look up.

"Can I help you sir?" the patriarchy of the house asked, running his fingers through his hair, creating a wild mane.

"Yes sir, I am Prince Fiyero of Vinkus, as your daughter, may," Fiyero glanced at Elphaba seeing she hadn't yet unfocused from the fire, "or may not have told you."

The man shook his head saying that Elphaba hadn't said anything about him. Fiyero shuffled his feet and glanced at the young girl at the head of the table. Her color bursting eyes enticed him again and he forced himself to look away, turning back to the man.

"I have come on my parents orders of fulfilling a contract set by a Mrs. Melena Thropp pertaining to your eldest daughter," Fiyero continued, his voice thick with an accent.

"I don't know if your parents told you, but my wife, Melena Thropp died 12 years ago in child birth!" Mr. Thropp yelled, standing up quickly and managing to completely knock over the unattached picnic bench.

Elphaba drew her attention away from the fire for the first time to look at her beastly like father, glancing at the girl on the end of the table, who was bent over while trying to suppress sobs.

"Sir," Fiyero continued, trying his hardest not to be intimidated, "this contract states that I have full authority and possible custody over Elphaba Thropp, which I plan to take advantage of," Fiyero was yelling by the end.

Looking down Mr. Thropp growled out in a deathly tone,

"When Melena Thropp died, the contract was broken because she was the only guardian of my Falaba to sign it. You can't take away Elphaba now, nor ever."

"Nothing in the contract ever said that death could break it," Fiyero defended.

The room was over come by silence for a moment, letting three of the four people in the room hear the drawn out sobs of the young girl at the end of the table. Elphaba rushed over to the girl, vaulting over the fallen bench.

"Nessa, shh, Nessa. Look at me," the emerald girl whispered softly.

Raising the young girls eyes to meet her brown ones, Elphaba wiped Nessa's tears away, pressing her emerald forehead against the other's pale one. Fiyero could tell not a stronger bond had ever formed between the two current living souls. Clutching onto what Fiyero thought was the back of the chair Nessa was sitting in, Elphaba whispered,

"The only way you can take Nessa away from me is from my cold, dead hands."

Fiyero first got a glimpse of Elphaba's magic by the way she controlled a fire, but nothing was compared to what she was doing now. Her extremely dark brown hair was flicking and crackling with energy, emitting sparks when a course of energy reached the end of one of her heavy locks. When Elphaba threw a glance at Fiyero, he saw bolts of lighting shocking inside her pupils, turning the dark brown color into a flashing gray.

"Elphaba stop!" a small but powerful voice yelled.

Elphaba turned to face Nessa, who was in a wheelchair and had wheeled herself over to Elphaba where she was tugging on her torn dress sleeve, trying to get her to calm down. Elphaba's hair started to lie flat again, but now in a frizzy knotty mess where the energy had been coursing through. Mr. Thropp, taking the one peaceful second the group of people had had in ages, said,

"Leave now, I don't give a shit that you're a prince, just leave now."

Fiyero's voice sounded hollow as he turned to the two Vinkus guards standing behind him and commanded,

"Take the emerald girl, do what you want with the others."

Fiyero knew that sounded cold and he wanted it to. He vaguely heard screaming as he turned to walk out of the house, where he reached Midnight and mounted her, waiting for the two guards and Elphaba to appear through the doorway.

Elphaba was hoisted onto one of the Vinkus guards shoulders, watching as the other guards rammed the butt of his gun into her Father's head, knocking him unconscious. To unfocused and weak to produce remotely any more magic, Elphaba resigned to hit the guard that was holding her on the back of the head, until she felt herself being thrown across the side of a horse, suddenly feeling a dull blow to her head as a guard also struck her with the butt of his gun. Feeling something warm and sticky drip down her face and through her hair, Elphaba rubbed one of her fingers on it, only to pull it away and find a track of thick blood forming down her finger. Feeling a warm buzzing overtaking all of her senses, Elphaba drifted off into unconsciousness.