Chapter 17

Reaching for

Heaven

Part 1

AN: Hello everyone! Okay first off, I'm so sorry for not having written any shoutouts when the last chapter was posted. Was kind of in a rush to get the chapter uploaded before having to run to work. But wow, I must say, I was so overwhelmed by the wonderful reviews you guys left! Thank you all so much that really made my day, especially since I wasn't feeling the greatest at that time either. Alright shoutouts, first off I want to give a big shoutout and big hugs to ComingandGoingByBubbble! Your review left me laughing! Thank you, was not expecting that last chapter to drudge up so much emotion. L8zytwner, a huge shoutout to you as well, thank you so much for your review! James Birdsong, you are way too kind. Alright, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. If you don't, leave it in review, tell me about it, and if you do, well, that's a given. Any ways I love reading your reviews, they all make me smile and stay motivate to keep writing this story. Not to many chapters left to go before this story ends. Thanks again, and Happy Easter!

Yero!

Fiyero's eyes watched as the ebony blade rose high into the air, the gleam of the sun, sparkling off the metal dripping with blood. It was over, his life was over. There was no stopping it, for the scales of Fate had finally tipped, casting him down into the abysmal pits of hell.

His heart clenched within his chest, his breathes came in short, panting gasps, making his lungs burn in agony. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. His heart bled for the emerald witch, for he knew, that Elphaba Thropp, the woman whom he had fallen in love with back at Shiz, had vanished beneath the folds of Darkness, crashing in around her. She was gone, and it was his fault.

He never told Galinda, but that night, when the two danced beneath the silver moonlight, when his climax crested upon the edge of his mind, a familiar warmth spread over his body, making his breathing hitch within his throat, and a flame to ignite like a Pfenix flame, within the dark chambers of his heart.

For during that one moment, everything stilled, all sound faded, the air stilled, the sound of their breathing allayed. Fiyero stared, his eyes wide as he peered deep within the billowing darkness not touched by the rays of the silver moon. The dust particles almost appeared like crystal snowflakes, dancing, floating in midair, and making his vision haze over.

Fae

Then, like always, reality came crashing down. The feelings that cascaded over him faded beneath his rippling orgasm, coupled by the screams and feel, of the petite blonde beneath him writhing in pleasure. It was only after everything was said and done, that Fiyero finally allowed what he felt in the midst of his passions, to once again wash over him.

Awakened by a silent scream, Fiyero's eyes snapped open, and shot up, his gasping breathes splitting the night's air as dew drops of perspiration darted across his forehead.

Gaining control over his body, Fiyero's eyes slowly flickered down to stare at the blonde angel, sleeping peacefully beneath the sheets, a small smile, gracing her slender lips. Strands of her golden hair fell over her bare shoulders, making her skin look milky and smooth.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Fiyero's lips. Gently, he brushed a few strands of golden hair away from Galinda's face. Stirring, Galinda sighed softly, before turning over.

Carefully, Fiyero pulled himself out of the bed. Replacing the covers, he quietly pulled on a pair of pants, and tip toed his way over to the veranda. The emerald curtains billowed in the light breeze, making the silver light of the moon, flicker into the shadows. The silk of the curtains caressed his skin, almost like a lovers kiss.
Stopping, Fiyero's fingers pinched the emerald folds of the curtains between his fingers. A pang of pain, skipped across his heart, as his eyes stared absently back at the emerald material.

Sighing, Fiyero dropped the curtains, before, stepping out onto the veranda. His soft, sapphire eyes stared off into the full moon as the cool nights breeze billowed around him, tussling his hair.

His eyes, automatically drawn to the moon, stare at the pearl of the night. Slowly, a phantom image of Elphaba appears in the moon, a soft smile gracing her soft lips. Her dark chocolate eyes sparkled back at him, before drifting shyly to the ground, hiding the emotions sparkling within. Her long raven hair danced around her, making her look like a goddess of the night.

Unconsciously, Fiyero's fingers rose up to softly touch his lips. At that moment, a light breeze swept past him. Hidden deep within the delicate breeze, was the faintest scent of something, or someone.

The smell alone, made his heart flutter. Instinctively, his eyes closed, as he relished the scent, allowing it to flow around him, caressing his skin, like a lovers kiss.

Suddenly, her words from before screamed back at him, forcing Fiyero's eyes to snap open, horror, sparkling deep within as he stared vacantly, back at the moon.

I gave you my heart…and you shattered it!

Gasping, Fiyero's eyes lowered to the ground, his hand clutched at the material of his Gale Force uniform as his heart pounded like a jackhammer within his chest. Realization dawned within his eyes, making the truth, literally shatter his soul.

You betrayed me…used me!

His head swam, making the dizzying nausea overwhelm his senses and his eyes to teeter, before taking a deadly dive towards the awaiting darkness.

Did you enjoy your whore! Did you enjoy making a mockery out of me!

Slowly, Fiyero's eyes rose up to stare pleadingly back into Elphaba's dark ebony. The rage, the hatred sparkling within, it was all his fault. He was the one, the reason she fell into Darkness. Why this war had started, why the blonde's innocence had been shattered.

I loathe you…I hate you! I despise your very existence!

"Fae" whispers Fiyero.

His mouth was dry, the world spun violently before him, blood pounded behind his ears, and his stomach gave a violent lurch, before the bile started to rise within his throat.

Wincing, Fiyero barely managed to swallow back the bile, before a wave of lightheadedness, sliced through his head, making the dull ache from before, become agonizing.

Die you bastard of lies!

Closing his eyes, Fiyero unconsciously held out his arms as he awaited his life to cease by the end of the sword. This was his punishment, his means of retribution for shattering the soul, the heart of an innocent, of the woman he loved, an Angel of Light, cast down into the darkened depths of Hell and Ice.

Galinda stood alone, having tried yet failed to keep by Fiyero's side, lost him during the melee. She had tried to keep him within her sights, but trapped within he chaos of the battle, the bodies, the blood, the twisted limbs and diabolical weapons of horror, had made it nigh to impossible.

A part of her felt ridiculous, trying to keep tabs on her Prince. The whole notion was laughable at most. After all, he was a Vinkun Prince, having had to survive on his own in the Thousand Years Grassland for a year as a tradition amongst his people, let alone the training he had acquired whilst being a part of the Gale force made him a force to be reckoned with. Still, she couldn't quell this feeling of foreboding, of dread to wash over her body, making her heart twist within her chest.

It didn't help, that she kept losing sight of Fiyero. Her senses were on high alert, and she was determined, to not let anything get past her, no matter what.

A Gnome having torn the limbs off of a Gale Force soldier caught sight of the blonde, looking frantically around the battlefield, distracted. Her beautiful pale blue dress was stained in splatters of blood. Pieces of the skirt were torn billowed out into the deadly breeze. Her sparkling wand, dripping in blood, remained loosely clutched between her torn fingers.

Slowly, a dark grin slide across his chipped-rocked face. This was his moment; this was the perfect opportunity to rid Oz, and the Wizard, of one of his witches, hence shifting the balance of power once more to their side.

Slyly, the Gnome made his way towards the Good witch, a granite dagger clutched tight within his hands. As he neared, a maniacal glint sparkled deep within the empty pits of his eyes sockets.

"Miss Galinda!" shouts a soldier who had just run a Gnome made of human flesh through, had turned just in time to see the Gnome of rock, near her, the rock dagger raised high in the air.

Galinda, too lost in thought, does not hear the soldier's cries. Her eyes drift over the sea of bodies, twisting before her. Splatters of blood strike the air, half staining the golden rays of the sun, before raining down like crimson drops of rain, to the ground beneath, where skeletal remains, bodies with flesh half peeled off, lay crumpled before them.

"Galinda!"

"Fiyero?" whispers Galinda.

Slowly, Galinda spun on her feet, her eyes wide, sparkled with hope at finally finding her Prince, her one true love. A small smile danced across her lips, as she spun towards the voice. Her heart fluttered within her chest, as sparkling sapphire flashed before her, but, the joy once pulsing within her fades beneath violent, crashing waves of agonizing pain.

Her eyes widen, this time not with hope or love, but horror and pain, for the Gnome, having gotten close enough, clutched the stone dagger tightly within his fist, before plunging it deep into the blonde's gut, an inch below where her heart beat frantically within her chest.

Gasping breathes, slipped past quivering lips; her dark, cerulean eyes stared horrified, into sockets of hollow darkness and rock. Strange warmth, spread across her abdomen, before spilling down her dress and splattering to the ground.

Instantly, Galinda's hands flew to her stomach. What she felt made her heart stop. The cool of the dagger pressed against her skin, as her blood, spilled over her fingers, staining them.

The Gnome sneered, before placing a foot on the blonde's stomach. With a laugh, the Gnome pushes the Good witch off his dagger, and, crumpling to the ground, the Gnome steps closer to the witch, before kneeling down and spatting in her face.

"Goodbye, Galinda the Good" laughs the Gnome.

His laughter soon dies, replaced by an agonizing scream before a loud, ear-piercing whistling sound envelopes him. In a blink, the Gnome towering over the Good witch explodes into a million pieces of rock and guts.

Weakly, Galinda lifted her gaze up, intent on thanking her savior from the savages of the Gnome. For she knew, that if this person hadn't intervened, the Gnome would have skinned her alive, claiming her bleeding carcass as a trophy to be hung within the caverns of the Gnome King's Mountain.

"M…Mystle" whispers Galinda, her voice was hoarse from the pain, beads of sweat darted across her forehead, blurring her vision.

Slowly, Langwidere with Mystle's head, steps up to the blonde. Gracefully, she kneels before her, her emerald eyes all but glare darkly back into dark cerulean. The wind picks up, tussling a few loose strands of raven hair to billow out around her.

"Why?"

"It was not my intention to save you" replies Langwidere, her voice was low, and menacing.

A glint of something flashes out of the corner of her eyes. Instantly, Galinda's eyes flickered towards the object held tight within Langwidere's hands.

An ebony dagger, glinted in the sunlight, half stained in blood and gore.

"Mystle" whispers Galinda.

"I should kill you for what you and your bastard Prince did to my Mistress!" growls Langwidere, as she shoves the steel point of her ebony dagger closer to the blonde's face.

"I" starts Galinda.

Angrily, Langwidere flicks the blade against Galinda's cheek, drawing a crimson line of blood to bubble up to the surface, before dancing down her oleander flesh, cresting at her chin, before dripping down and splattering to the ground.

"Mystle!" whimpers Galinda.

"Is dead! I twisted her head off!" snarls Langwidere.

"Please…don't hurt me?" pleads Galinda.

"I won't" spats Langwidere.

Before Galinda can respond, Langwidere's cold hand grabs hard onto her abdomen. A cry of pain rips free from the blonde's lips, as Langwidere's fingers curl inside her wound.

"No!" screams Galinda, as she writhes and thrashes.

"Hold still!" growls Langwidere.

A bright lavender light flashes, before disappearing within the golden rays. Slowly, Langwidere's fingers slip away from the blonde's abdomen.

Slowly, Galinda's eyes open. Hesitant at first, to even peer back at Langwidere still kneeled before her.

"Am I dead?" asks Galinda, her voice flat.

"You are such an idiot" growls Langwidere.

Confused at first, it took Galinda but a moment to realize the agonizing pain pulsing within her abdomen was gone, the feeling of her blood spilling over her body, all but a dream.

Instantly, Galinda's hands flew to her stomach. Her eyes widened in both surprise and astonishment, for the wound inflicted upon her by the Gnome was gone.

"Why?" asks Galinda, her eyes once more rise up to stare softly into dark emerald.

"This head" is all Langwidere manages to say.

She didn't need to say anymore, for both she and the blonde knew exactly what she was talking about. Though Mystle's body was gone, her spirit still lived on within the only part of her, which still existed within this world.

"Thank you" whispers Galinda.

"It won't happen again" replies Langwidere coldly.

In a flurry of ebony and lavender skirts, Langwidere, the head stealing witch disappeared within the chaos surrounding then, leaving the blonde stunned, and frozen on the ground.

A scream shattered the icy world surrounding the blonde, hurtling her mind once more to the world, the chaos surrounding her.

Fiyero laid on the ground, propped up only on his bloody elbows. His eyes stared vacant above him. He made no attempt to move, it was almost as if his body was frozen to the ground.

Towering above him was Elphaba, the Wicked Witch of the West, and clutched tight within her hands, was her umbrella. But that wasn't what made the little blonde's heart literally stop within her chest. The umbrella though raised high above Elphaba's head wasn't what scared her, it was the long ebony blade, glistening it the sunlight, aimed directly at his heart.

"Fiyero!" screamed Galinda

"Die!" roars Elphaba.

Galinda tried desperately to rise to her feet. Yet her legs would not budge. It was almost as if they were made of lead. Tears pricked her eyes, as she desperately tried to regain feeling, and control over her frozen limbs.

Wincing Galinda weakly rose to her knees by use of a half broken sword, lying but a fingers length away. Resting her head against the hilt, Galinda's eyes never left the sight of Fiyero, her Fiyero lying placid on the ground, not making an attempt to move out of the way, nor to save himself from the end of the blade.

"Elphie no!" screams Galinda.

Power surged within her veins at the sight of the man he loved; remain frozen on the ground, helpless. Growling, Galinda clenches her fist against her chest, a flash of white, before a silver dagger appeared.

The hilt was a beautiful ivory color, intricate silver designs were carved deep into the hilt, and the blade itself was made of pure silver. A crystal pearl on the top of the handle sparkled within the sunlight, and a silver crescent moon, was pressed in the center of the pearl.

A new strength filled her, washing away the pain in her body. Gracefully, Galinda rose to her feet, the silver dagger still clutched tight in her hand, stalks over to where her lover, and her former best friend side.

"Die traitor!"

"No!" screams Galinda.

A hush fell upon the battle field. Neither side dared to move, to speak, to breathe, for they all stared, unsure of what to do. Elphaba, their Mistress of Darkness stood, doubled over in pain, one emerald hand clutched onto the hilt of a silver dagger plunged hilt deep into her heart, the other, clutched loosely to her ebony umbrella.

The Good Witch, stood before the green witch, her eyes glaring darkly back into sparkling ebony. The skirts of her dress and a few golden curls tussle in the wind sweeping past them.

Fiyero, on his hunches, stares with horror alight within his eyes, at the sight before him. Fae, his Fae, had once again been stabbed through by the Good witch. But this time, it was not by a regular dagger, but the Dagger of Arycetia, a powerful dagger that only those who wielded the power of Light, could summon. It was legendary, and once prophesied to be the only weapon needed, in shattering the Darkness.

Fiyero's eyes remained locked within swirling ebony as one hand, rest against the blood stained hilt of the ebony blade, the other, clutches tight to Galinda's skirt. Blood, his blood, spills like a waterfall over his hands, splattering to the ground.

Gasping, Elphaba stumbles, before throwing her head back. A great roar of pain and rage rips free from her throat, before lowering her head to once again glare back into dark cerulean.

Snarling, Elphaba's blood stained hand once holding onto the blade of the silver dagger rises up and clenches into a loose fist. Before Galinda can move, a hard, green fist collides with her face, making her topple to the ground in a heap of skirts and blood. As she falls, the silver dagger plunged deep into Elphaba's heart, is ripped violently out, making the green witch scream in pain.

"Fae" whispers Fiyero.

Her eyes once again capture Fiyero's. Snarling, Elphaba rips the blade free from Fiyero's chest, a burst of blood sprayed free from the now open wound, half covering Elphaba's dark raven dress.

For a moment, the two former lovers stare silently into the others eyes. Soft sapphire stare pleadingly back into the raging swirls of ebony, silently begging for forgiveness, and screaming into the echoing void of his love.

Dark ebony glares icily back into sapphire, hate, rage, reflected within her majestic orbs. There was no forgiveness, just darkness, rage, and revenge.

Galinda watched horrified, as Fiyero's body lurched forward, before crumpling to the ground, a small wisp of air, slipped past his lips, before stilling, his last breath of life, of air, vanishing within the horizon.

"Fiyero…no…Fiyero!" screams Galinda

Darkness spread out before him, the light, all but faded beneath his vision. There was nothing but emptiness surrounding him. The icy breath of Death, slowly kissed its way down his body, leaving him shivering within the darkness. His weightless body soared through the air, towards an unknown destination.

He felt weightless, light, and full of air. All the worries of his life, melted away as he flew through the empty darkness. For once, the Dancing through life Winkie Prince, felt free, and it was invigorating. Slowly, in the distance, a great white light sparkled.

That was when realization dawned on him. He was dead, the weightlessness he felt, was his soul, soaring through the Cosmo's toward Heaven's light. He had died on the battlefield, died trying to save the woman he loved, from the Darkness that was slowly consuming her.

Sadness washed over his mind. He knew what his sacrifice would do to Galinda. And though he didn't love her, his heart still ached for the pain, his death would cause the blonde. Though another part of him, a much larger part, ached for the uncertain future of his true love.

When last he saw, Galinda had pierced Elphaba through with the Silver Dagger of Arycetia. He knew the legend of that dagger, for he knew all too well, what the daggers powers could, would do to his Fae. And though he was angered by it, a piece of him was at least relieved to know, that at least Elphaba's body, her spirit, would finally be free from Chao's grasp.

Perhaps, even in Death, the two would find each other in the Illyrian Fields of Hopes and Dreams. At least in Death, the two could finally be together, with the world not interfering.

Slowly, Fiyero's hands clutched his heart, as his soul neared the swirling vortex of light. This was it, once he passed through the Gateway, he would enter into the After Life. Then, all he would have to do was waiting for Fae.

Low, almost like a whisper, started to echo within the darkness. At first, Fiyero could not make out the words, but as time passed, the words steadily got louder and louder, and soon, the voice once low like a whisper, became crystal clear.

"Fae!" screams Fiyero, upon recognizing the voice.

The words she spoke he could not make out. Confused, Fiyero hovered in the darkness, waiting what would come next. Nothing happened, just the sweet symphony of her voice echoing within the darkened void.

Though, as time passed, Fiyero started to feel a strange tingling sensation, creep over his body. Soon the tingling turned painful, like pin pricks jabbing into his skin.

A scream, as the pain became agonizing, before his soul is once again hurtled through the darkness and into the Light. Closing his eyes, Fiyero braces for the impact that was sure to follow.

"Fae" whispers Fiyero.

"Fiyero?…FiFi?…Oh Oz!" screams Galinda's voice. "What did you do to him!"