Chapter 15
Tears of
An Angel
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With a heavy heart, Galinda watched, with tears stinging her eyes, as the emerald witch and her accomplice, disappeared within a magnificent plume of ebony, lavender and purple gossamer smoke, into the darkness of the night. Her heart twisted, and her breath hitched within her throat, at the pained, haze, haunted, and lost within the echoing chaos of darkness swirling deep, within her friends ebony eyes. And for that one flittering moment, before the plume of smoke enveloped her friend, making her fade beneath the vanishing edges of the encroaching horizon, her friend, Elphaba, had returned, having clawed her way back out of the ebony abyss, reaching out into the nothingness of the night, desperate for someone to anchor her back to the world of Truth and Light once more.
That one glint, that flicker gave the White witch a small glimmer of hope that ignited from deep within the lost chambers of her heart, dispelling, and consuming the despair slowly reaching its ebony claws into her spirit, tearing it, ripping it from within, threatening to shatter into a million shards of hollow crystals, floating aimlessly within the oblivion of time.
There was still Hope; pulsing deep from within the green witch's heart, beating life within the darkened chambers of her soul, and it was with that, which gave the blonde sorceress the strength the determination to fill her, to wash away the icy breath of despair and hopelessness, and to rise above the dim of abolition, and stand against the darkness and strike it down, before her friend, and the entirety of Oz, fell to its power.
"Take the Prince to the Infirmary…then clean up this mess" spat the Wizard.
Slowly, Galinda turned, her soft cerulean eyes stared empty as two guards stepped up to Fiyero's limp body still covered in blood, surrounded in a sea of crimson. His Gale uniform was still torn, revealing half-healed bruises and cuts marring his flesh. Blood, his blood, stained his hair, making it stick and twist to his head.
She couldn't move, she couldn't think, for her body stood frozen against the ravages of time. An icy numbness slowly crawled over her body, freezing her blood, and sending icicles of pain, to stab deep into her heart.
She watched in silence, as the guards carried Fiyero away, and, just as the last specs of him disappeared within the withering darkness, the ice surrounding her cracked, shattering into a million crystal pieces, sparkling on the emerald floor, a sea of ice and water surrounding her.
At that moment, Galinda silenced the roaring protests, echoing, screaming within her mind. Pushing them away, Galinda allowed her selfish heart to guide her feet as she swiftly followed the guards to the Infirmary. And after the Doctor had spent but a few minutes time surveying his injuries, and declared the Prince's life out of danger, he left the two alone; under the guise of two lovers being left to the silence of the wind.
Sitting beside him, Galinda's dark cerulean eyes flooded with tears as her heart ached with each heart wrenching beat. With timid fingers, she reached for Fiyero's, and, entwining the two together, brought his thick fingers up to her lips, and kissed them softly, before tenderly pressing their enclosed fingers against her cheek.
Time passed slowly, its keeper, the moon as it slowly rose up into the sky, illuminating the emeralds, and making them shimmer within the midnight silk of the night's sky. The twilight stars, twinkled in time to the soft melody of the ebony satin dancing alone the sky.
The Doctor and Nurses implored the good witch rest, yet with each silent plea; Galinda simply turned them away, saying simply, that she couldn't, wouldn't, leave Fiyero's side. Not until he awoke. Soon, night turned into day, and as the golden rays of dawns first light, slowly started to creep over the horizon, a small, soft moan of pain, split the air, shattering the sleep that had crept over the good witch's body.
Startled, Galinda lurched forward, her dark cerulean eyes watched with hope sparkling deep within the serene pools sparkling within the golden rays of the sun, as Fiyero's pale figure, slowly started to stir. Soon, soft, wheat colored lashes fluttered open, revealing lackluster sapphire.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero. Then, almost as if the haze once consuming his mind lifted did the events of the previous day come crashing down around him. Instantly, Fiyero lurched forward, his eyes wild with desperation and fear. "Fae!"
"Fiyero!" cries Galinda. Gently, she places a delicate hand on his chest, as the other, almost lovingly, caresses his cheek. And it was with this simple touch, somehow snapped him back to reality.
Jerking away, Fiyero's hands grasped onto Galinda's shoulders, as his eyes bore darkly into her own.
"Galinda…where's Fae…where is she? Was she captured again…did they throw her in Southstairs…tell me please!"
"Fiyero Lirr Tiggular if you would shut up for a moment I could tell you!" snaps Galinda.
She instantly regretted the hardness within her words, but it had been a very long night, and the good witch's nerves were already taxed. Softening her appearance, Galinda gently places a hand on Fiyero's stiff shoulder, as her eyes once more, sparkles with unshed tears of pain.
"She escaped Fiyero…but" stops Galinda, hearing the empty sigh already escaping through Fiyero's tense lips. "I don't know where she went…she just…disappeared"
Slowly, Fiyero allowed his already aching muscles to relax, his cold demeanor melted away, his body slacked, and his facial features softened. Weakly, Fiyero fell back against the pillows, his eyes casted off into the distance, staring longingly out at the approaching dawn, a small smile dancing on his lips.
"At least she's safe" whispers Fiyero.
The words, though true, still stung the good witch, for she couldn't deny the love radiating deep within Fiyero's eyes. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the anger start to flood her heart, quelling the pain once pulsing within. He loved the emerald witch yes, but couldn't he see that she loved him too, that she was just as good, if not better, than that emerald monstrosity. After all, she'd remained by his side, helping him, being the shoulder to cry on, the rock helping to keep him grounded, and his sanity intact.
Pushing those dark thoughts from her mind, Galinda merely smiled a small smile back at the Prince, before turning towards the veranda, and casting her eyes out towards the Western Sky, glowing almost golden by the sun's light.
Throughout his recovery in the Infirmary, Galinda had remained by his side, helping him heal, reading to him, offering her hand, when the pain started to become too much for him, the ear to which he ranted and raved over the whole situation, and the shoulder to cry upon.
Galinda had been there for him when Elphaba couldn't and truthfully that alone meant the world to Fiyero, though he never would admit it. Especially since, at the very beginning of this whole ordeal, Fiyero had tried his hardest to ignore the blonde's help.
Upon his release, Galinda was there, helping him as they walked back to his private chambers. Exhausted from the excursion, Fiyero nearly collapsed onto the couch, bringing the blonde with him.
Awkward silence followed, as Galinda, pressed against his chest, one delicate hand rested against his chest the other, was wound around his neck. Her nose, her lips, were but a breathe away from his own.
For what felt like an eternity, the two remained frozen, staring into each other's eyes, both too afraid to move. Slowly, Galinda leaned closer, her lips lithely brushing against his. Instinctively, Fiyero's hand reached up and cupped the back of Galinda's head, and, closing the distance, took claim of the blonde's rose petal lips.
Unconsciously, Fiyero closed his eyes, as euphoria of emotions washed over him. A strange heat slowly started to burn deep within the pit of his stomach, slowly rising, spreading throughout his body. The taste of her lips against his, her scent, the feel of her heated flesh pressed against his own, it was all too much, and whatever resistance the Prince had once possessed, slowly started to crumble away.
Hungrily, Fiyero's nimble fingers reached up, and started to unfasten the buttons to Galinda's gown. Softly, he started to lower the satin from porcelain shoulders.
Galinda could feel Fiyero's fingers reach up towards her, feel her curls sway as his fingers brushed past them, the hunger leaving a trail against her skin. She knew what he wanted, what he desired, and it was at this moment, that her mind started to scream back at her.
This was wrong, and she knew it. Could she truly do this? Sleep with a man who did not love her truly in return? He did not belong to her, she knew that, for somewhere, deep down in her heart, she knew he wasn't hers, never would be and yet, still…
The feel of his fingers, the pads of his flesh, tickling her skin as he trailed his hands down her body as her satin gown fell before her.
Can you truly live…facing her…knowing you willingly took what rightfully belonged to someone else?
The kisses became more fervid, more desperate. His fingers danced against her abdomen, leaving her shivering in pleasure. Her heart jackhammered hard against her chest, blood pounded behind her ears, and her breathes turned to gasps, as his fingers reached up, and cupped her full breasts, kneading them between his forefinger and thumb.
Can you take what doesn't belong to you…shatter another's heart?
His mouth left hers, trailing lithe kisses and gentle caresses against the heated flesh of her jaw, down her neck, to her collar bone, before stopping at her breast. A small whimper left Galinda's tight lips, before the feel of Fiyero's mouth taking her erect nipple into his mouth sent bolts of electricity to dance down her spine, elicited a small gasp of pleasure and surprise. He sucked on her, as his other hand slowly started to trace down the slender slope of her taught stomach, past her abdomen, and verging along the entrance of her womanhood.
Can I live with myself, can I truly steal his heart?
Galinda throws her head back, as two thick fingers enter into her body. Crescendo of crashing waves of pleasure cascades over her body, making her writhe and tremble beneath Fiyero. Never, in her wildest dreams, had she imagined touching heaven, to feel like this.
A soft smile, slide across Fiyero's face, hearing Galinda's whimpers turn to soft moans of want, of need. Slowly, Fiyero licked his way down her body, to her wet, glistening center. Removing his finger, Fiyero positioned himself between her trembling legs.
Leaning closer, he stops, dark sapphire flicker up to stare back into trembling cerulean.
"F…Fiyero" gasps Galinda.
Before she can say anything more, Fiyero darts his tongue out, as his mouth closes in around her center. A shriek of pleasure, ripped free from Galinda's mouth, as Fiyero's tongue worked his magick, making the blonde's body tremble and thrash against him. Growling, Fiyero's hands reach up, and grasp firmly onto her waist, stilling her movements.
"Fiyero!" pants Galinda.
Yes…oh Oz yes! I can!
Her eyes darken as she forces her head up. Eyes glaring down at the Prince, Galinda reaches her hands down, and, grasping onto his head, forces the Prince to look at her.
"Fiyero" growls Galinda, her voice trembling with need.
"Glin" smiles Fiyero.
TAKE HIM NOW!
"Take me!"
Not questioning her, Fiyero once again climbs on top of her. Pressing his forehead against hers, Fiyero watches, as he gently lowers himself into her. Stopping at her center, Fiyero stares back at Galinda, fear and apprehension sparkling within his eyes.
"Glin?"
"Take me Fiyero…please" whispers Galinda hoarsely.
Tenderly, Fiyero enters into Galinda, and, feeling her body tense against him, Fiyero stops, as Galinda's arms tighten around his neck. Small whimpers slip past her clenched lips, as a roaring pain washes over her body.
For Galinda, it almost felt like an eternity, before the pain started to subside. Once it did, she opened her eyes, and stared softly back into Fiyero's, concern alight within his gentle orbs.
Smiling, Galinda loosens her hold around his neck. Cupping her cheek, Galinda raises her head up, till her lips once again brush against his, silently telling him, that she was ready. There love making was slow, delicate, neither wishing to hurt the other.
AT this moment, Galinda finally understood what her silly, empty-headed friends back at Shiz were talking about. Galinda had been a virgin, that was true, yet she wasn't blind to the act of love-making. She had heard several stories from her own sister, as well as from Pfannee and ShenShen. Yet, she never imagined it could be so pleasurable, so heavenly.
Yero
Galinda's arms wrapped tight around his neck as her screams filled the room. Her climax, verging against the horizon of her conscious, exploded throughout her body, making her writhe beneath Fiyero. Thrusting one last time, Fiyero buried his face deep into Galinda's shoulder, as he grunted his release, expelling his seeds within her.
Pants and gasps fill the air, as the two hold each other, shivering with ecstasy. Gaining control of her breath, Galinda, weakly flickers her eyes back up to stare lovingly into Fiyero's.
"I love you" whispers Galinda.
At that moment, Fiyero was rendered speechless. That, was something he hadn't expected to slip so freely from the blonde's lips, like silk dancing in the breeze, it tickled his skin, making his heart twist within his chest.
Guilt washed over him, even as the blonde angel snuggled her slender body closer against his, her slender arms wrapped loosely around him, pulling him closer. Her sweet breath danced past half pursed lips, glistening in the sunlight. The crystal drops of perspiration darted across her skin, made her look like an angel of the rain, beautiful, and innocent. Her blonde curls sparkled in a sea of woven gold around her; small strands fell over her shoulders, making her skin glow.
Unconsciously, Fiyero wrapped his arms tighter around her, as he absently pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Closing his eyes, Fiyero swallowed away his guilt, and allowed himself to fall within heavenly bliss surrounding him.
But even as he tried to forget, the faint, flashes of emerald invaded his mind, the ghostly kisses, the whispers echoed around him. Clenching his eyes, Fiyero tried, yet failed to push away those memories; like dreams of the night, from annexing his mind once again.
He never told Galinda, mainly out of fear and apprehension, for Fiyero had seen firsthand, what Elphaba's absence had done to the blonde witch. And a part of him, a deeper part of him, didn't wish to be the reason for the tears to once again shimmer within her majestic orbs.
It was a week ago whilst he was still healing in the infirmary, that Elphaba had visited him under the cloak of darkness. He didn't know why she did, and neither did she. All she knew, was something from deep within her heart, had led her to him.
So here she stood, half concealed within the shadows, staring at him. Her dark ebony eyes shimmered like moonlight back at him. The light breeze billowing through the half open window swept through the room, picking up small strands of raven hair, making it dance around her.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero.
Growling, Elphaba all but glided like a ghost on angel wings towards him. In a blink, she was standing before him, an ebony dagger pressed against his neck, emerald fingers tangled within his hair. Her breath tickled his flesh, making him shiver.
"Who are you" growls Elphaba, her voice was low, and dark.
"Fae…what" chokes Fiyero.
A spark of pain rippled within his mind. Clenching his eyes closed, the images of months ago flash within his mind. Finding Elphaba's body, half twisted on the ground, mutilated, and half naked, waking with no memory to who she was not, nor of him, the darkness slowly starting to consume her, the disappearance, and her bravura return back from the shadows of darkness. Her saving Galinda, being thrown in Southstairs, her rape by the sadistic guards, the Wizard's torture, and her final bow before vanishing once more into the darkness. And now, now as the Solstice Moon rose high within the ebony symphony of the night, his Fae, the Goddess of the Night, returned, standing once more before him.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero, his heart twisting with agony within his chest.
Angry, Elphaba pushes him away from her. Stumbling back, Fiyero crashes against the wall, his dark sapphire eyes stare in shock, back at the emerald goddess as she lunges towards him. Her face was a mere breath away from his, her dark, ebony eyes glared back at him. The point of the ebony dagger, hovered inches from his face, as it trembled within her emerald hand.
He could see the hesitation, the ghost of remembrance flash within her eyes. The darkness within her had yet to consume her. Her spirit; though fractured, still battled the darkness within her, leaving a part of her, to remain within, protecting her heart.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero softly.
Slowly, Fiyero brought his fingers up to touch Elphaba's cheek. At first, she stiffened, as the pads of Fiyero's fingers lithely traced the apple of her cheek.
Inwardly, she relished his touch. She shivered inwardly, as his fingers lightly trialed down the slender slope of her cheek, down to her chin, before lithely brushing against her lips.
Closing his eyes, Fiyero leaned forward, gently brushing his lips against hers, and that touch, that simple gesture, brought about a spark, to ignite within both the Winkies and the witch's hearts.
Startled, Elphaba jumped back, her eyes stared back at Fiyero, fear swimming deep within crashing ebony, splayed with chocolate, sparkled back at him, making his heart ache.
Gently, Fiyero cupped Elphaba's cheek as he continued to stare back at her, soothing away her fear. Silently, he brushed away her fears, casting the doubt from her mind with each soft touch, and caress.
Her eyes flicker down towards the bed, as the hand holding the ebony blade, trembles before unfurling around the silver handle, making the blade twist in the air, before plunging into the bed, and evaporating within the silver moonlight.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero again, this time, uncertainty, fear, whispered within his words. His heart skipped a beat, as he waited, with baited breath.
Slowly, Elphaba's eyes flickered back up to stare warmly back at him.
A gasp, slipped past Fiyero's lips, for the ebony once swirling within her eyes vanished, as chocolate sparkled with gold dust, stared back at him.
"Yero" whispered Elphaba.
Overcome with emotion, Fiyero closed his eyes, as he crashed his lips against her. His strong arms wove around her slender body, pressing her against his heaving chest. He dared not let go, afraid that if he did, she would vanish once more into the shadows, never to return.
"Yero my hero" moans Elphaba.
That night, bathe din moonlight, the two star crossed lovers made love, until the stars and the moon vanished beneath the golden rays of the dawning light of day.
Enrapture beneath the sweet symphony of sleep, Fiyero never felt Elphaba stir beside him; wrapped almost protectively within his arms.
Smiling, Elphaba leaned down, and kissed his forehead. Lithely, she brushed a few stray strands of hair from his forehead, smiling as she stared down into the Prince's peaceful face.
With tears in her eyes, Elphaba very carefully slipped out of Fiyero's arms. Dressing in silence, she quickly twirled her hair into a loose bun, before gathering her broom. Stepping up to the ledge of the terrace, she stops, her eyes stares absently at the encroaching sun, slowly rises above the horizon. A light breeze swept past her, taking with it, a few loose strands to dance around her.
Slowly, she turns back to stare at the form of her sleeping Prince. Staring, an agonizing pain, starts to ripple across her heart, for she knew, deep down, that this may very well be, the last time, she would see him again, hold him, touch him, enrapture herself within his warm embrace.
A crystal tear, slowly danced down her cheek, leaving behind, a trail of burnt flesh. She bit her lip against the pain, refusing to brush away the offensive tear, for the pain of the tear, couldn't equate to the pain, pulsing deep from within her heart.
'I love you' whispers Elphaba, before turning back to the sun.
Spreading out her arms, she closed her eyes as the billowing wind danced around her. A shiver ran down her spine, before she lunged forward, plummeting skyward towards the vanishing western horizon on her broom, away from the Palace of Emeralds, and from the guardian who held her heart.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero softly to himself.
Fiyero forced himself to forget about that night. He didn't know why. It almost felt like a veil had been placed over his eyes, blinding his vision and his heart.
Elphaba stood there, watching, her eyes wide in both horror, and pain. The darkness slowly slipping from her heart, started to consume her heart, stabbing it, making it bleed as it shattered to pieces. Her body trembled, the pain within her broken heart, became agonizing, the air stifling as the air she tried to force down into her lungs, vanished.
Slowly, she turned away, her eyes closed, allowed the darkness to consume her, to fill the emptiness and suffocate the pain. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and biting back the rage, slowly walked back into the shadows, leaving a very confused and frightened Langwidere to stare after her.
Whispers in the dark, haunted her, making the emerald witch scream in rage. Often times, Langwidere would hear a gut wrenching scream, followed by something shattering as it hit the floor. Running, Langwidere stood, frozen at the sight of her Mistress, standing rigid, her eyes blazing as they stared at the sea of glass and crystal.
Blood splattered the floor. Confused, Langwidere's eyes would flicker towards her Mistress's hands, clutching loosely to an ebony dagger dripping with blood. Slowly, her eyes danced down to her wrist. Rivulets of crimson blood rippled down her arm, down her fingertips, and raining down to the floor, her mutilated flesh, silently screaming back at her.
"Mistress" whispers Langwidere.
"GET OUT!" shrieks Elphaba.
Not listening, Langwidere tried to step towards her Mistress, intent on enfolding her within her arms, hold her close, and wash away her pain.
A low, sadistic growl stopped her, freezing her in place. Methodically, Elphaba raised the point of the bloody dagger at Langwidere, her eyes narrowed, glared back at her. Her long raven hair spilled around her, darkening her appearance.
"Leave…now" replies Elphaba, her voice, low, and dark.
Slowly, Langwidere backed out of the room, her eyes never leaving Elphaba's. Slowly, she closed the door. Just as it was about to click shut, something banged against it. Startled, Langwidere jumped back. Her eyes, remain focused at the center of the door, for there, was the ebony blade, impaled deep within the wood, the point, but a mere inch from impaling right between her eyes.
Lost in her madness, Elphaba paced around the room, stepping on the glass and slicing her feet, yet her mind never processed the pain, or the feel of her blood, bubbling beneath her skin. Insanity slowly started to creep into her mind, making her spiral out of control.
"The bastard…the bastard lied" growls Elphaba.
An image of Fiyero flashed within her mind, his soft sapphire eyes staring back at her, his warm hand, lovingly caressing her cheek, the other wrapped protectively around her taught stomach, as she laid beside him, naked to the wind.
"Yero" whispers Elphaba, uncertainty and fear, interwoven within the gentle silk of her voice.
Knowing what was running through Elphaba's mind, Fiyero gave the green woman, trembling before him, a gentle smile, before placing his thumb and pointer finger on her chin. With a gentle tug, he forces Elphaba's eyes to once again stare deep into his own. He wouldn't, couldn't allow her to look away from his gaze, for the words he was about to say needed to be seen, as well as heard.
Her hands trembling, slowly curled into tight fists against her hips. Slowly, bubbles of blood dripped from between her fingers, and dripped to the floor. Her eyes, were blazing, as the pain radiating within her heart, almost became too much.
Doubling over in pain, Elphaba almost tenderly, wrapped her arms loosely around her abdomen, as her eyes widened, staring at the crimson pool surrounding her.
"Fae…you're beautiful…you always have been, and you always will be. I love you, not for your beauty, but for your brains, your courage, your selfless heart, and you're passionate desire to help those who cannot help themselves. Your strong Elphaba, you always have been and you always will be" replies Fiyero softly.
"Yero" whispered Elphaba, her voice cracked in time with her shattering heart, as piece by piece, the small crystal shards of her heart, slipped away, floating away beneath the current of darkness and agony.
Why cry, why fight it…he could never love an aberration like you
"Never doubt my love for you…for I will love you till the end of my days. You are my beginning, my middle and my end. Without you, my life would be meaningless" continues Fiyero.
Slowly, her arms unwound from around her waist. Trembling, they rose to clutch at her aching head. Her slender emerald fingers tangled within her raven hair. Tears, sparkled within her eyes started to brim against the edges of her eyes, threatening to spill in a cascading waterfall of heartache and pain.
A freak, an abomination to life itself
"Yero" whispers Elphaba, her voice cracking as the ice wrapping tight around her heart, slowly begins to melt, casting the darkness from her soul. Tenderly, Elphaba brings her fingers up towards Fiyero's face. Gently, she rests the pads of her fingers against his skin. And for the first time, in what seemed like forever, she allowed the warmth, the light, to fill her, making her whole, and piecing the broken pieces of her heart, back together, making it whole.
"Yero…please" whispers Elphaba, her voice broken and hoarse.
A killer, who murdered her mother, crippled her sister
"I love you Fae…now and forever…as long as your mine…I'll wake up my body, and make up for lost time. Even if there's no future for us as a pair, I don't care. As long as your mine, and just for this moment, I'll chase the moonlight, I'll capture a falling star, and reach for heaven, touching forever, as long as you're by my side"
No one could love a soulless being like yourself
Her legs gave beneath her, making Elphaba crumple to the ground in the sea of broken glass and blood, an ocean of broken dreams surrounded her, screaming at her, echoing of her heartache.
"It doesn't matter now…just for this moment…let us be who we want to…just for this moment" whispers Fiyero.
Stop fighting it…let go, and let the darkness flood you
Slowly, Elphaba's eyes rose up to stare at the blood splattered walls. The room around her faded before her, as phantom figures appeared before her, dancing in the sheets, their moans and cries of pleasure, resounding in her ears, cracking her heart more, and breaking her soul.
"Fiyero!" cries the blonde, as he thrusts inside her, his lips hungrily press against hers, silencing her screams.
Fill you…turn your back on the wretched light, for all it's done, was bring more misery, more pain
"Galinda" moans Fiyero, before lowering his head within the crook of her neck, nipping her flesh.
Surrender to the sweet symphony of darkness, let it consume you fill you
The trembles became more violent, as the two became one, screaming in ecstasy, to the heavens above. And at that moment, the small shards that was left of her heart, burst, shattering into a thousand pieces. Slowly, the darkness she had fought so hard to keep at bay, flooded her body, and for the first time, Elphaba completely surrendered to the darkness, allowing it to cloak her pain, and incase the remains of her heart in ice.
Give yourself to the sweet serenade of darkness!
"I love you" whispers Galinda.
The rage bubbling within ignites, exploding outward, causing a sonic wave of magick to surge out of Elphaba's body, shattering the walls surrounding her, and disintegrating the furniture. Her eyes blazed with hells fire. Slowly, she rose gracefully back to her feet, her eyes staring off into oblivion and beyond. An eerie wind swept around her, making her hair billow out around her.
Langwidere, who had lunged out of the way before the sonic boom could eviscerate her, slowly rises back up from the ground. What she sees freezes her heart. So much darkness, so much rage, never in all her time on Oz, had she seen such a fury.
"Never again" growls Elphaba, her voice was dark, acidic, almost demonic like.
That was the beginning of the end. For since that night, the Light once kept alive within Elphaba's heart, faded, allowing the darkness to completely consume her. Since that night, Elphaba had kept herself busy, training the mutilated Monkeys on how to use their wings, readied the Gnomes for battle, and searched throughout Oz, for allies to the darkness. Finding many, she swayed them to the darkness, stealing their souls and twisting their hearts.
With each passing day, Elphaba's rage grew, as did her powers. She only needed to speak one word, and her magick would react, often violently. Many of the Gnomes stayed away, for fear of the emerald sorceress demolishing them to dust. Her allies of darkness often opted to speak to Langwidere first, before ever approaching the witch of darkness.
Since that night, Fiyero tried his hardest to distance himself from the blonde, for fear of what he would do, once she was near. He still could not answer for his actions the night before, for it was a quagmire his mind could not yet solve.
He tried to find reason behind the madness which led him to that moment, yet his mind came up empty. The only thing he could reason out was the act was born out of sheer desperation. Desperation and grief, over having not found his true love, and though plausible, it still did not quell the growing guilt, slowly washing over his body, making him ache with despair.
Alone, Fiyero stood in the great hall overlooking the vast gardens. The sound of the water, bubbling out of the emerald fountains fills Fiyero with a peace; he had not felt, since that night, the night he took Galinda to the sheets.
Closing his eyes, the Prince sifted through the sea of his emotions, trying, yet failing to find reason behind the madness of that night. For him, it almost felt as if this spectral presence slowly drifted into his body, merging with his soul, and taking control of his mind, and his body.
He could see what he was doing, feel it, yet he couldn't stop it. Yet the question remained: did he truly want to stop it, or was the act simply his body, his mind, caving beneath hidden desires the Prince himself, had not been aware of. Should he say goodbye to the weakness, let go of the regret, and simply just…let what may be, come?
"Fiyero?"
Knocked from his thoughts, Fiyero's eyes slowly opened. Blinking, he turned to see Galinda standing a few feet away, her golden curls almost sparkled within the sunlight. She wore a simple gown, the color of ivory with silver lace billowing in the breeze.
Inwardly, Fiyero's heart cracked at the uncertainty, the solemn expression flashing across her delicate features. She looked so fragile; almost as if a mere touch would shatter her.
"Galinda" smiles Fiyero.
Like a true Prince, Fiyero extended his hand out towards the blonde, who stared back at him, shocked. Regaining her composure, Galinda very slowly, slipped her hand into his.
With a gentle tug, Fiyero very carefully pulled the beautiful blonde against his chest, and his arms, instinctively wrapped around her small waist, pulling her closer.
Sighing, Galinda simply nestled her head against Fiyero's chest, drinking in his intoxicating scent. Slowly, her arms too, wrapped around Fiyero's waist, relishing the feel of the handsome Winkie Prince holding her so tenderly, like a porcelain doll.
At this one moment, all feelings of regret, of guilt washed away. The answer to his quandary screamed back at him. At this moment, Fiyero let go of his weakness, dropped all his defenses, and allowed all regret to melt away from his heart.
He held the blonde tighter, as he gently kissed her forehead.
"I love you Glinny…forever and into eternity" whispers Fiyero.
"Fiyero" whispers Galinda.
Tears brimming within her eyes, Galinda pulled back slightly, staring deep into Fiyero's eyes, before tipping up on her toes, pressing her lips against his.
The two, so lost within the velvety bliss, failed to realize, the shadow of a figure half hiding within the darkness. Its dark eyes glared maniacally at the two, before a low growl whispered its silent rage into the billowing breeze. Clenching its fist, the figure slowly faded back into the shadows.
The Gnome King having grown weary of Elphaba ignored his every advance, making him grow more frustrated every time she denied him. For no one, no Gnome nor human could satisfy him the way the green witch could. He tried; yet, no one could sate his voracious appetite, none, but the emerald witch, and that simple truth, was driving the great Gnome King to the brink of insanity.
Finally, having had enough, the Gnome King descended his Throne, ordering all Gnomes to disperse deep within the Mountain, leaving only him, and the emerald Witch.
Storming towards her bedchambers, the Gnome King broke down the door, sending shards of rock and emerald to fly everywhere, and embed deep within the walls of the caves.
Startled, Langwidere whirled around, dark emerald almost glaring back into the emptiness of midnight.
"My Lord what is the meaning of this!" hisses Langwidere.
"YOU…OUT!" Roars the Gnome King, as he points a menacing finger at Langwidere.
"No" replies Langwidere.
Quirking an eyebrow, The Gnome King takes a menacing step towards Mystle, his dark hollow eyes glaring back at the young witch.
"I SAID LEAVE" growls the Gnome King.
"No" replies Langwidere, as she steps closer to the Gnome King.
Growling, the Gnome King snaps his fingers. In an instant, Langwidere is sent hurtling out of the room. A sickening crack resounds throughout the now empty hall, as her body slams hard into the stone and granite walls. Another snap of his fingers and the rocks slowly pours from the ceiling, sealing off the entryway to the bedroom, and locking the two in the room.
"And what do you want?" snarls Elphaba, whirling around, glaring at the Gnome King towering before her, hands on her hips in defiance.
"I HAVE GIVEN YOU YOUR END OF THE BARGAIN, NOW YOU WILL FULLFILL YOUR END AND GIVE ME MINE AND SATISFY ME!" bellows the King.
"I will not" hisses Elphaba. Angrily, Elphaba takes a threatening step towards the King, her ebony umbrella rested against her side.
Angry, the Gnome King grabs hard onto Elphaba's arms. With a great roar, he rushes towards the wall, and slams her hard against it, knocking the air from her lungs, and her head to make a sickening crack, as the world begins to spin before her eyes.
"YOU WILL NOT DENY ME ANY FURTHER! I' AM YOUR KING, AND YOU WILL GIVE YOURSELF TO ME!"
"Get off me, now!" growls Elphaba.
Ignoring her, the King reaches up, and starts to claw at her dress, tearing the skirts to pieces, and exposing her slender legs. Struggling, the King growls in anger, before slamming her hard against the wall, bruising, and breaking her back. Snarling, the King forces her legs to spread before he violently shoves himself inside of her.
A cry of pain rips free from Elphaba's lips, as the King viciously slams into her, making her already bruised back bash into the wall, tearing her tender emerald flesh.
"YOU WILL NOT DENY ME ANYMORE. YOU ARE MINE. AND I WILL HAVE MY WAY WITH YOU!" roars the King, panting as he continues to thrust hard into the emerald witch.
Elphaba tried to summon her magick, but, her strength wanes leaving her weak before the great King. Desperate, Elphaba writhes and thrashes beneath him, trying, fighting, and clawing to break free.
Growling, the Gnome King's hand reaches up and tangles within her raven locks. Twisting her hair around his knuckles the King pulls back, forcing her eyes skyward, as tears of pain pricks at the sides of her eyes.
"YOUR MY LITTLE SLUT AND I WILL HAVE YOU WHEN I PLEASE!" roars the King.
Outside the room, Langwidere pounds on the door, desperate to reach her Mistress, and save her from the violent ravages of the King. Yet with each attempt, her magick did nothing, but put a few small dents into the great stone wall.
A great cry of pain echoes throughout the chamber, shattering Langwidere's heart. She knew that cry, for it was a horrid mixture of pain, of terror, and of despair, soul cracking, shattering beneath the darkness of the night.
The Gnomes, all gathered behind Langwidere, all watching, waiting, for they knew, that the King's hunger would not be sated just once. This violence would continue, until either the green witch was left dead, or by the rising of the sun into the horizon.
Sinking to the floor, Langwidere weakly pressed her face against the stone wall as tears spilled from her eyes. Her heart, cracked with each scream ripping free from her Mistress's throat, as the Gnome King violently took her over and over again, pounding her viciously against the wall.
Daybreak slowly rose over the horizon, ending the night. Slowly, as the dawn's rays stretched over the Land of Oz, the rock wall, separating Langwidere, and the rest of the Gnomes from the King, and the enchantress, slowly starts to melt away.
Startled, Langwidere jumps to her feet, her emerald eyes all but stare wide as the figure of the Gnome King appears behind the rock, an evil, icy smirk on his face as he affixes his garments.
Gracefully, the Gnome King steps out of the room. Brushing past Langwidere, he gives her an evil smirk, before disappearing down the hallway, leaving the rest of the Gnomes to silently watch their sovereign, before turning back towards the now open doorway.
Steeling her nerves, Langwidere slowly starts to step into the room. Her heart pounds violently against her chest, as she steps through the opening.
A hard sob slips past her trembling lips, at the sight of her Mistress, laying limp on the ground, blood and other fluids covering her body, as she lays almost twisted within the shredded remains of her garments.
Pieces of Langwidere's heart shattered, seeing her Mistress lay like a crumpled doll on the ground. She couldn't, wouldn't, allow herself to drift within the sea of nightmares, nightmares that the emerald enchantress had remained locked within, during her torments with the Gnome King.
"Oh Mistress" whispers Langwidere brokenly.
_ A great bell chimed throughout the entire Palace, something was happening in the throne room, something bad.
Panting, Galinda and Fiyero; hand in hand, ran towards the throne room. Throwing open the door, both stared worried back at the Wizard, who stood rigid before his Throne, his dark eyes glared icily beneath him, as his hands clenched into tight fists by his side.
"Your Wizardship!" gasps Galinda, but her words die the minute they slip past her lips, for her eyes immediately flash to the figure standing before the great Wizard.
"Elphie!" cries Galinda.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero.
Hearing their voices, Elphaba's eyes immediately snap towards the two, standing by the great doors, hand in hand.
An evil smirk, slides across emerald lips. Gracefully, Elphaba tips the end of her umbrella on its edge, and, shifting her weight, leans against the handle of her umbrella. Her ebony conical hat sits half slanted on her head, casting a crescent shadow to fall over her face, darkening her appearance.
"Fae!" cries Fiyero.
"Well well well…what do we have here…the Traitors of Oz" laughs Elphaba, a mirthless laugh.
"Elphie…what?" gasps Galinda.
Angry, Elphaba slams her umbrella down on the emerald floor, a resounding thud, thunders throughout the throne room, silencing the blonde.
Huffing, Elphaba's eyes glare icily back at the blonde. Her teeth clenched, Elphaba very gracefully raises the tip of her umbrella up, and till it points menacingly back at Fiyero's heart.
"You. Don't you dare say my name" growls Elphaba, her voice was dark, acidic, chilling the Prince's heart.
"Fae…what's happened to you?" questions Fiyero.
A maniacal laugh, echoes throughout the entire throne room, freezing everyone in place. Chills of fear run down Fiyero and Galinda's spine. This was madness, sheer madness which sparkled deep within the emerald witch's eyes.
"As if you don't know"
"Fae?" whispers Fiyero.
"That night…many moons ago…when the two became one in the silver moonlight" replies Elphaba, spatting the last part, leaving a bad taste in her mouth.
"That night…what…what are you?" starts Fiyero.
"I TRUSTED YOU, I GAVE YOU MY HEART, MY BODY AND SOUL!" roars Elphaba, her body trembling with unfurled rage.
Fiyero was about to speak, when Elphaba's voice, cut him off.
"AND YOU SHATTERED IT!"
Enraged, Elphaba slams the end of her umbrella against the floor, silencing both Fiyero and Galinda from speaking. Glaring at the, she raises the point of her umbrella once more, at Fiyero's heart.
"Give me the Key to the Book of Arycetia, now" growls Elphaba.
"Never!" roars the Wizard.
Whirling, the ebony lace of her dress billows around her as she glares back at the Wizard. Her dark, ebony eyes glimmer maniacally back at him, as she points the end of her umbrella at him.
"Give me the Key, or else" warns Elphaba.
"What, you'll kill me? Ha, you couldn't before and you can't now" laughs the Wizard.
"You wish to press your luck?" asks Elphaba, smirking, before an ebony flame ignites at the end of her umbrella.
"You can't win Elphaba, even if you do manage to wound the Wizard, you still have an entire contingent of Gale Force soldiers, and two extremely powerful witch's" threatens Fiyero.
"First of all" replies Elphaba, half turning to glare back at the Prince. "Your pathetic excuse for soldiers would fall before even getting close enough to hurt me…secondly one powerful witch and a.." trails off Elphaba, as she considers her words.
Quirking an eyebrow, Elphaba half cocks her head to the side, as her eyes slowly drift over to Galinda, cowering behind Fiyero, one pale hand fisted loosely by her heart, the other, clutched onto Fiyero's arm.
"Mediocre sorceress at most…and exactly where should I be trembling in my boots?" asks Elphaba, her voice sarcastic, yet acidic.
"Do not tempt me Elphaba" threatens Fiyero.
"Go piss up a rope Prince. You don't scare me" growls Elphaba. Smiling evilly, Elphaba's dark, ebony eyes flicker to the ground, "Or better yet…go fuck yourself another whore"
"Elphaba!" roars Fiyero.
Laughing, Elphaba gracefully spins her umbrella around her body, before pointing it once more at the Prince. Quirking an eyebrow, an ebony flame bursts out of the tip, and hitting Fiyero square in the chest.
Galinda watches in horror as Fiyero's body is flung back towards the wall, wincing, and wincing at the sound of his bones cracking and snapping, echoes within her ears.
"Fiyero!" cries Galinda.
"The Key! Or I finish what was started months ago" growls Elphaba, as she spins back around to face the Wizard.
"Never, the Key and the power of Arycetia shall never belong to you!" roars the Wizard.
"The Ultimate Spell shall belong to me, and with it, all of Oz, and the worlds beyond, shall fall to my power" laughs Elphaba.
"You're mad" whispers Galinda.
Once Elphaba had turned her attention to the Wizard, Galinda had ran towards Fiyero's crumpled body. Gently, she cradled his head within her arms. Her delicate fingers lithely brushed a few bloodstained strands of wheat hair from Fiyero's bruised face.
"No, I'm just really pissed off" laughs Elphaba.
"I will never surrender the Key to you!" roars the Wizard.
"I give you a proposition than Wizard…either surrender the Key to me…or I shall amass my army to attack the City of Emeralds, slaying any who crosses our path…the blood of the innocent shall be spilled upon the streets, their screams will fill the air, as the bone fires burn" threatens Elphaba.
"Any pathetic excuse of an army that you may possess will fall beneath my powers" replies the Wizard.
"So be it than…let it be war upon you both!"
Slowly, Elphaba half turns to glare back at Galinda. A twisted smile graces her lips, as her dark, ebony eyes pierce through to her heart.
"I shall enjoy wiping out your light until all that's left is my beautiful darkness" sneers Elphaba, before turning and glaring back at the Wizard.
Galinda watches, as Elphaba slams the end of her umbrella down on the ground by her feet. Instantly, a great plume of crimson and ebony ignite, consuming the green witch, and making her disappear before their eyes.
"Elphie" whispers Galinda, her heart twisting tight within her chest. She knew, for Galinda could sense the shift of power, dwelling within her friend. The light once radiating within her friends soul, within her heart, was gone, faded beneath the violent waves of darkness. She was lost, within the sea of ebony and ice.
Unconsciously, Galinda held Fiyero's unconscious form firmly within her arms, and, burying her head into his chest, mumbled a silent prayer into the silence enveloping around her.
Outside the walls surrounding the City of Emeralds, a large contingent of Gnomes, Goblins, Giants, Elves, Visionaires, and Elementals stood, weapons of violence clutched tight within their hands. The darkness within their eyes glowed an eerily, as they gaze upon the city.
A plume of crimson and ebony appears before the great cliffs. Slowly, Elphaba's form appears out of the myst. Slowly, Langwidere steps up to Elphaba's side. Placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, the head stealing witch gazes almost lovingly, into dark ebony. Gently, she presses an ebony sword into Elphaba's hand. The hilt was made of silver with intricate designs carved into the metal. The blade was of ebony crystal, sharp, and nigh invincible.
The Sword of Darkness, once wielded by the demons of the night, brought whole cities to its knees. And now, the most powerful sorceress Oz had ever known, possessed it.
"We stand united as one, to bring down the Wizard, and conquer all of Oz and beyond!" roars Elphaba.
A great roar erupts around her as her army lifts their blades and weapons of destruction up high in the air.
"Today we march upon the Emerald Palace…and take back what is rightfully ours!"
Another great roar, before silenced once more as Elphaba's dark voice rises above the din.
"Kill who you must, but leave the Wizard to me, his head, belongs to me!"