Chapter 13
Lost in the
Echo
AN: I'm giving this chapter a slightly M rating, just cause I'm paranoid, and I don't want flames later! You have all been warned! A huge shoutout to RavenCurls! Thank you so much for your review! Your awesome! Also, a shoutout to ComingandGoingByBubble! Thank you for the wonderful review and I simply cannot wait to read more of your stories! Keep posting your reviews and any questions you may have. And, sorry for how short this chapter is, but I promise, a new one will be posted tomorrow, with more drama and, more Elphie trouble, yeah! Thank you all for sticking with this story, I love you guys! *Hugs*
Mystle stood rigid, her slender hands cupped over her ears, vainly attempting to block out the noises from the other room. Her emerald eyes flicker back and forth between the Gnomes of the rocks, and the Gnomes who had taken human form, all jeering at her, laughing, and licking their slimy tongues as their dark, mica eyes scan over her body.
A hard shiver runs down Mystle's body, as her mind recalls the stories of the Gnomes. For way back when, before an Ozma even took over the throne of Oz, the Gnomes had ruled over Oz. They, were the primary builders and sculptures to the vast, elegant landscape, for they built the rolling valley's the vast mountains, the Thousand Years Grasslands, and beyond.
The majestic emeralds which the City was built on, once belonged to the Gnomes; their prized possession. It made sense; after all, the Vinkus had their exquisite silks, and scarfs, the Gillikin, their pearls, the Glikkus the crystal's, the Quadling's, the ruby mine, and the Munchkin's, their profitable vegetables.
So each realm of Oz, had something that was valuable, sought after by all of Oz, and their main source of money and trade to the other kingdoms. The other countries, Munchkinland, Quadling, Glikkus, Gillikin, and the Vinkus all lived in peace, happy to trade their goods for the others services.
However, the Gnomes from the Mountains grew selfish, and started keeping their emeralds, yet still demanded goods from their neighboring countries. And because of this, the Gnomes grew dark, and powerful, harnessing the power of the emeralds for their own dastardly deeds.
The Ambassadors to the other lands journeyed to the Gillikin, beseeching the great Ozma to aid them in their time of need. Using her powers, Ozma banished the Gnomes to the deserted Mountains many miles away from Gillikin, past the Deadly Desert to the uninhabitable mountains far south.
It was here, where many of the Gnomes, growing hungry and desperate, merged in with the rock of the Mountain, losing their humanity, and their souls in the process. The Gnomes, who maintained their humanity, swallowed the emeralds they managed to take with them, giving those powers, and eternal life.
One such Gnome swallowed the largest amount of emeralds, hence giving him the power over the rest of the Gnomes and rising quickly, as their undisputed King. With his magick, the Gnome King was able to transport all the emeralds from their lost mines, to the Mountain for safe keeping.
It was later, when the last of the Ozma's fell, and the Wizard rose to power, that the Gnome King's mountain was attacked by the Gale Force; the Wizard, having heard of the majestically emeralds hidden within the mountain, seized the emeralds and carried them back to the Gillikin, where they were chipped away, and forged into the buildings and Palaces that made up the Great City of Emeralds.
Enraged, the Gnome King laid siege to the great City of Emeralds, intent on taking back what was once stolen by the man, the monster, known as the Great and Powerful Wizard of Oz. The battle lasted many months, with both sides having lost many. At last, the Wizard and his men were able to draw back the Gnomes, proclaiming victory. After that day, the Gnome King swore vengeance against the Wizard, and the People of Oz, and vowed one day, he would return, and take back once and for all, what had been stolen from him.
It had long since been believed, that the Gnomes would one day return, hence the need for the Wizard to find the strongest and most cunning of witches and sorceresses to aid him in protecting the City of Emeralds. And now, now it seems, that the prophecy claimed long ago, would finally come to fruition, what with the strongest witch now wielding the Sword of Darkness.
Another great cry rang out through the enchanting throne room, making Mystle's legs quiver, threatening to give beneath her. Steeling her nerves, Mystle stuck up her chin, as she stepped towards the door that her Mistress had entered, but a few minutes ago.
Two guards, both made of rock and stone, stand guard, each with a hollow look on their faces, and emptiness shimmering within their eyes. Both hold what looks like spears made of iron ore in the opposite hands.
"Let me in!" demands Mystle, as the two guards cross their spears in front of Mystle, blocking her.
"No one is allowed in the Great Gnome King's chambers…less he calls for them!" bellows one of the guards.
Another great cry nearly brings Mystle to her knees. Her heart twists tight within her chest, as ghastly images flutter like butterfly wings, within her mind.
Shaking those feelings away, Mystle steps closer to the guards, and leaning her face closer till she was a mere breathe away from touching, glares back into the dark, nothingness shimmering within the sockets where their eyes would normally rest.
"Get out of my way. Before I blast you to pieces" growls Mystle, through clenched teeth.
An arm of rocks and steel grabs hard onto Mystle's wrist, making her body stiffen, and her breath to catch within her throat. Wincing, Mystle turns her head slightly to see another one of the Gnome King's minions, standing behind her, his rock-like hands grasping in a vice like grip, around her tender wrist.
"You…are…not…allowed…in" growls the Gnome.
Before she can protest further, the Gnome holding her wrist pulls her away from the door, and down a long, corridor carved out of stone and rock.
Struggling, Mystle thrashes and writhes against the Gnomes grasp, and kicking her feet, hoping to break free, run back to the door, and save her mistress from the horrors of the Gnome King.
"Quite struggling wills you!" roars the Gnome.
"No! Let me go! I have to help her!" cries Mystle, her anger getting the better of her.
"You can see her when our King is done with her" snarls the Gnome, as he all but drags Mystle down the corridor.
Growling, Mystle continues to kick and thrash, until a bloodcurdling scream, echoes throughout the entire throne room, ricocheting down the corridor, freezing Mystle in place, freezing her blood, and shattering her heart.
"Mistress!" screams Mystle, as she's pulled away, her last sight is of the Gnomes in the Thorne room, jeering, clunking sulfur mugs, before downing the burning liquid.
Behind the door, Elphaba, on all fours, writhe and twist in both pleasure and in pain, as the Gnome King pounds viciously inside her. Her slender fingers curl and uncurl within the sheets, as drops of moisture drip from her face, leaving small, violent red welts in their place, and small strands of curled raven hair sticks to her body, as the rest cascade in limp waves over her body.
The Gnome King, positioned behind her, rams into her with such force, that any bearing witness would have dared believe the woman beneath him, would be torn in two. His thick fingers curl around her slender waist, curl as he pulls her hard against him.
Gasping breathes fill the air, before another cry; a mix of pain and pleasure, rips free from the emerald witches throat. Writhing, the Gnome King holds tight to Elphaba, as the last remnants of pleasure, fade over her body, leaving her limp beneath him.
Growling, the Gnome King pulls her up onto her hunches, slamming her back against his chest, he wraps his arms around her chest, as he once again pounds deep into her center.
Slowly, his thick fingers untangle from her arms, moving to her large breasts. Letting another growl slip from his lips, the Gnome King grabs ahold of her breast, and kneads it hard, between his fingers, eliciting a small whimper of pain, to slip past trembling emerald lips.
"Painful?" asks the King, a small chuckle vibrating through his throat as a whimper slips past Elphaba's torn lips.
"Good…feel the pain…live for it, enjoy it!" laughs the King.
His thick fingers move away from her bruised breasts, to tangle around her throat. The other, wraps around her shoulder, and tangles into her hair, allowing him to drill even deeper within her.
"Feel what it's like…to be taken by the King of the Gnomes!"
A hiss of pain slips past Elphaba's lips, as her eyes clench in time with her fists. Slowly, her hands relax, and fingers splayed, weakly reach up. One hand curls around the Gnome King's arm, the other, around his torso.
Feeling the King pound even harder into her, Elphaba's eye open, as the rippling sensation of her climax starts to ignite within her abdomen. A small glint of purple, sparkles within her eyes, as her lips silently move, mumbling something to the empty breeze.
Feeling the Gnome King's body stiffen, Elphaba's lips whisper the last silent word, before both their cries fill the chamber, making the entire room quake in their explosion of pain, and pleasure.
Exhausted, the Gnome King crumbles to the bed, taking the green witch with him. Holding her protectively against his chest, the Gnome King almost tenderly, brushes a loose raven strand of hair away from her face, and tucks it behind her ear.
"My King?" asks Elphaba breathlessly.
Gaining back his breath, the King pushes Elphaba away, as he quickly rises from the bed. Grabbing his clothes, he quickly puts them on, all the while keeping his back towards Elphaba.
"You have my allegiance…my men, as well as I…are at your service" gasps the Gnome King.
"Excellent" smiles Elphaba darkly.
"As long as you…become my bed slave!" snaps the King, as he turns back to glare back at Elphaba.
"I…excuse me!" growls Elphaba.
"I shall stand by your…I shall give you the loyalty of my people…as long as you serve me" replies the Gnome King.
"I'd rather rot in the fiery pits of Hell!" snarls Elphaba.
"Then you are alone…good luck taking down the Wizard by yourself" laughs the Gnome King.
"You think you have the upper hand? Ha…as long as you're under my protection…nothing…no human sorceress witch or Wizard can harm you" snarls Elphaba.
"Oh?" asks the Gnome King.
"You shall see…in due time you shall see. But as long as I live…so shall you. Now if you want to reclaim your precious emeralds, and gain vengeance to the ones who banished you from the lands of Oz, killing your people…your wife and child…then I suggest you do as I say…or else" replies Elphaba darkly.
"Or else what?" ask the King, his eyes narrowing.
"When darkness falls…there will be nothing that can save you from the pestilence that is to follow…all shall fall to its destructive powers…including you and your people…less you do as I say" answers Elphaba.
Unable to retort back, the King merely stares at her. An icy hand reaches deep within his body, grasping his heart and squeezing the very life out of it. Gulping, the King merely nods his head in response.
Smiling, Elphaba elegantly rises back to her full height. Wrapping herself within the sheets of his bed, she gives the King a wicked smile, before pirouetting on her toes, and saunters over to the door.
Grasping the knob, she pulls the door open, but stops. The King watches, as a majestic waterfall of cascading ebony falls over the graceful slope of her back, half covering the perfect cut of her buttocks.
"Oh and for your proposal…I shall think about it" replies Elphaba, before leaving the King stunned, and very very confused.
Mystle sits rigid on the bed, her eye staring absently at the door that she had been led through, but a mere hour before. This, as it was explained by the guard, would be her and her mistress's chamber during their stay here on the Mountain.
Mystle had tried every trick she could think of, to break the lock on the door, barring her from leaving the room. The room, was magickally sealed, the emeralds embedded within the walls somehow stole magick from those who could wield its power, leaving them weak, and unable to blast their way out, or teleport.
Frustrated, Mystle simply slumped down on the bed, and waited with baited breathe for her mistress to return. Though with each passing moment, the feeling of dread washed over her, making her heart twist within her chest.
Finally, the sound of the lock clicking open drew Mystle out of her near catatonic state. Straightening, she waited as the door opened, and a familiar flash of green appeared.
"Mistress!" exclaims Mystle.
Jumping off the bed, Mystle runs towards Elphaba, and enveloping her within her arms, holds the now shivering witch tight against her body. Her long, slender fingers gently stroke her emerald cheek, as the other combed lovingly through her tangled raven locks. Pulling her face away from Elphaba's shoulder, Mystle leans forward and, tenderly, kisses her mistresses' lips in a chaste kiss.
"What happened to you?" asks Mystle, pulling away.
"Nothing that needs to be repeated I assure you" replies Elphaba, as she tenderly reaches up and strokes Mystle's cheek.
"What?" gasps Mystle.
Pulling away, Elphaba makes her way to the closet, cut deep into the stone wall. Throwing it open, she rustles through the different dresses the Gnomes had secretly stolen from the City of Emeralds; a habit that neither the Witch, nor anyone else really understood.
"What do you mean nothing that needs to be repeated…what happened…what did he do to you!" cries Mystle, frustrated by her Mistress's lack of concern.
"It was nothing…that's all you need to know" sighs Elphaba.
Finally deciding on a dress, Elphaba takes her choice off the rack, and very tenderly, starts to pull the dress over her naked, and bruised body.
"Why did you allow him to do that to you! To your body!" exclaims Mystle, as she storms up next to her Mistress's side.
Her breath, catches in her throat, at the sight of her Mistress, now dressed in an exotic outfit. The corset was ebony leather with silk on top. Delicate snowflakes were sewn into the silk, and crystals of crescent moons intricately sewn into the pattern. The skirts were layered, and made of silk and satin, with matching crescent and snowflake designs sewn into the layers of lace. A slit on the right side, showed off her elegant legs. Silken sleeves with the same designs covered her arms, allowing small traces of her beautiful emerald skin to be seen beneath the fabric, and three loops wound around her fingers.
She looked beautiful, a creature of darkness, and of the moon, a goddess. The sight of her, nearly stole Mystle's breath away.
"Mistress" whispers Mystle.
"The second part of my plan is in place…now all we have to do is wait" smile Elphaba, as she steps out of the closet.
"Plan…what plan?" asks Mystle confused.
"Bringing Oz to its knees" smiles Elphaba wickedly.