Chapter 20
Splintered Roses
Shattered Dreams
AN: Hello everyone, whew already to chapter 20 yeah! Just a couple more chapters and this is done! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. And yes, it's a little bit of a deranged re-telling of how Nessa is given the ability to walk, and the origin of the Tin Man. Remember his last name, for it will come back again! Major shoutouts to L8zytwner! Your awesome and thank you so much for the wonderful review! Ravencurls, I'm not sure if I should apologize or say thank you for having Fiyero being hated. Lol. ComingAndGoingByBubble, thank you for catching that! I just couldn't help myself! I saw the movie with a great friend and was like, I totally have to use that! Lol. Thank you again, and I hope you all like this chapter. Keep up the reviews! Reviews are love and I love reading them! Next chapter coming your way soon! The next one will be of the Cowardly Lion, and the beginning to the next story! FYI: the words used for the spells are Latin.
A dark figure raced across the mist filled sky, small gray wisps of clouds; like silk, float across the surface of the Silver Moon, casting half darkened shadows to dance across the emerald landscape. Trees reaching towards the moon shiver in the cool breeze of the midnight breeze, rusting the leaves, and making them sparkle like diamonds of the night.
The figure's lithe form sits rigid a top a broom, its bristle's rustling in the breeze. Her long raven hair billows around her, dancing a silent duet with the silken ends of her ebony cloak. Her dark, eyes sparkle in the moonlight, small slivers of chocolate swirled in a chaotic mix of ebony stare longingly out towards the eastern horizon.
The trees peak over a cresting hill of emerald meadows, spreading outward like the great sea. And there, in the center, surrounded by Cupids Orchids, Silver Moon roses, and Orchids of the Night, a mansion made of dark quoxwood, stands tall against the rays of the silver light. Billows of smoke rise from the crystal bricks which made up the chimney.
Slowly, the figure dips the broom down towards the house. Her delicate green fingers clench tight to the handle as she descends to the large balcony. A black gilded cast iron rail reflects the rays of the silver moon, making the ebony almost appear white.
Gracefully, the figures a toe lithely touch down onto the balcony, before both feet pad onto the ground beneath, the broom twirls between her fingers, before vanishing beneath her cape.
Her emerald fingers reach up and curl around the silken edges of her hood. And, with a flick of the wrist, flips the hood of her cape over her head, concealing her face, and casting her appearance into the shadows.
Straightening her cloak to hide her skin, the figure snaps her fingers towards the doors. A click and the door open.
Waving her hand, the door magickally opens all the way, allowing the figure to step out of the cold, night's air, and into the warmth of the fires burning, flickering within the stone fireplaces.
Silently, the figure steps through the door. As she does, the door magickally closes behind her, shutting out the cool night's air.
The figures concealed head slowly flickers back and forth, drinking in its surroundings.
"What are you doing here?" came an accusing voice.
Instantly, the figures body stiffens her head, remains frozen as it stares back at a woman, sitting before the fire, the flames illumination he small highlights of auburn dancing through every other strand of hair now pulled back into a tight bun upon her head. Her cold, hazel eyes stare deep into the darkness of the hood. Her frail hands rest on top of each other, partially splayed in the dipped bowl of her lap.
"Nessie" whispers the figure.
"Out with it!" orders the woman, the coldness in her eyes blaze in silent fury.
Slowly, the figure steps towards the wheelchair bound woman. Her feet, padding against the wooden floorboards so softly, it was almost as if she was gliding across the surface; a ghost to the wind.
"You have some nerve showing your face here" growls the woman.
"You remember me" replies the figure, her voice flat, and emotionless.
"Of course I remember you…how can I forget. The green aberration. The very embodiment of disgrace bestowed upon the illustrious Thropp family lineage" growls the woman, her voice cold, and acidic.
"You forget dear one" replies the dark figure. Slowly, emerald fingers rise out of the folds of the ebony cloak. Gracefully, the figures fingers curl around the silken edges of the hood. And in one graceful motion, flicks the hood back, allowing the silken fabric to curl around her shoulders. Her long raven hair falls like a cascading waterfall of midnight silk, down her shoulders.
"That the Thropp name holds no variance of importance to Us…it is but a name…one that holds no connections…nor emotion to Our fold" finishes the figure coldly.
"Your still without your memories" whispers the girl.
"What are memories but visions of the past…a wretched past that must be forgotten, burned into ashes upon the flames of rage, and forgotten on the edge of the silver breeze" replies the woman darkly.
"Elphaba…how can you stand here and claim that the name of our family means nothing to you! What of our Mother…what of father…or me?" pleads the girl, her voice fades to but a whisper at the end.
"Oh you forget…the memories of this body still swim within the whirlpool of Chaos's Asylum. We see Her memories…torture Her with the besotted memories of a decadent childhood filled with pain…debauchery…and rage"
Nessa all but shivers at the ice sparkling within ebony orbs. The coldness of her voice, the darkness vibrating from within her body chilled her, froze her to the very core.
"Fabala" whispers Nessa, her head casted down, as her hazel eyes stare tear filled, down at her lap.
Snarling, the green woman twirls on her heels. Her dark, ebony eyes cast over the forgotten heirlooms of her past. The house, the Governor's Mansion, the memories kept hidden, trapped within each item, each object strategically placed in its proper place. A small ache, started to pulse within the green woman's heart, as she stared at the forgotten remnants of a past, It would rather have casted away into the farthest regions of her mind, into darkness and shadows.
"Our father died" mumbles Nessa at last.
"What?" asks Elphaba as she gracefully spins on her heels. The darkness within her eyes flickers, revealing small sparkles of chocolate.
"Our father died…not long after you rose as the Wicked Witch" replies Nessa. Slowly, the crippled woman raises her head up, her dark hazel eyes rise up to stare emotionless back into flickering ebony. A coldness swirls within her eyes, as the memories of her father's last day, flicker within her mind.
"He died of shame…shame that you have brought down upon the heads of the Thropp family name!"
"We remember none of this!" hisses Elphaba, angrily; she takes a threatening step towards Nessa, her eyes blaze with rage as her dark lips curl into a maniacal sneer.
"He was our father Fabala…and you killed him" growls Nessa, as she points an accusing finger up at the green girl.
Howling in rage, Elphaba strides over to Nessa's side, her emerald hands slam down on the wheelchairs arm rests, and curl.
"You speak as though this news is prevalent to Us" growls Elphaba.
"It is…he was our father after all"
"A father to you" starts Elphaba. Slowly, calculating, the emerald witch leans in towards Nessa, stopping only when her face was but a breath away from touching. "but not to Us"
"He clothed you…fed you…gave you a proper education…how else can you deny his dominion over you?" asks Nessa, not backing down.
"Speak when you yourself Princess…when you've walked the line of hate and rage" growls Elphaba.
Slowly, she pulls her head away from Nessa, leaving her speechless. For Nessa knew all too well of what her sister was speaking of. She wasn't stupid, nor was she neither blind nor numb to the atrocities to which her sister had been subjected to, by the hands of her own father.
And yet, she placated it off as punishment. Punishment and retribution for all the emerald abomination had done, all those years ago. For if it weren't for her, their mother would still be alive, and she, she would have been born with the ability to walk.
Calmly, Nessa folded her hands upon her lap, her dark, hazel eyes watch in silent retribution as the figure that once was her sister, angrily storm towards the large bay windows. Her dark ebony eyes stare empty out at the glittering garden filled with exotic flowers, dancing lithely within the midnight breeze.
"You speak of the unfairness to which your childhood beheld all those years ago?" questions Nessa, her voice was smooth, emotionless.
"I speak of the justice deserved upon a soul shattered since birthed into this wretched realm!" snaps Elphaba, spinning on her heels, she all but glares at Nessa; a cold fire, igniting within the dark coal dust of her eyes.
"You speak for her?" asks Nessa, quirking an eyebrow at the figure.
"Yes. She can no longer speak for herself" hisses Elphaba.
"I concur" replies Nessa in a low voice.
Nessa watches, as Elphaba once again turns back to the window. Her long raven locks; half curled at the ends, glow within the ethereal light of the full moon. Her body was tense, slight trembles cascaded down her back, making the witch shiver.
"You speak to the deaf…for what my sister endured was only that by which she deserved" replies Nessa, a wicked smile on her face.
"What?" growls Elphaba, spinning back to stare incredulously at Nessa.
"She was a heretic…a monstrosity…a perversion to the human race. She was born from greed, lust…therefore…she was a sin. A stain to this illustrious family. She got what she deserved. For stealing my mother's life…for taking away my right to walk. She stole everything from me…including my father! The last bit of family I had left!" screams Nessa.
"How dare you!" roars Elphaba.
Angrily, Elphaba storms up to Nessa. Her hand quivering reaches up and cracks the crippled girl hard, across the face, making her topple out of her chair, and tumble to the ground.
Nessa!
A growl of pain slips past clenched lips, before emerald hands reach up, and tangle within silken ebony.
Nessa watches stunned, as the imposing figure of her sister, doubles over in pain, her emerald fingers clutching her head as her body quivers and shakes.
Suddenly, Elphaba's head snaps up, the darkness within her eyes fades, revealing swirling chocolate, weakly gazing back at her, glassy, and empty, a haunted look, flickered across her face.
"Fabala?" whispers Nessa.
Nessa…get out of here now!
"Fabala?" whispers Nessa.
Slowly, Nessa reaches quivering fingers up towards the seizing figure of her sister, doubled over in pain, a haunted look staring back at her, emptiness and glass flickered between chocolate and ebony. She looked frightening, possessed, and ghostly pale.
Like a marionette strings being cut, Elphaba's arms mechanically drop to her sides, limp and dangling in the air. Her fingers splayed, twitch.
"Fabala?" quivers Nessa again.
Nessa! Get out of here now! Before it's too late!
Oleander fingers reach within inches of brushing against pale emerald. The pads of her fingers tremble, feeling the ice brush against her warm, tender flesh.
"Fabala?" whispers Nessa, tears in her eyes, she closes the gap, as her fingers lithely touch the apple of her cheek, bruised from the brutality from hours of violence.
Move!
Suddenly, the emptiness disappears; the flickering within her eyes vanishes, fading beneath chaotic waves of ebony crashing within her majestic orbs. Her eyes once glossy, clears, and snaps back to glare maniacally back into soft hazel.
Before Nessa can move, emerald fingers flash before her eyes, before the feel of Elphaba's rock hard grip grasp around her fingers, making her flinch against the pain.
"You want saving…fine then…I'll save you…and your pathetic excuse of a life" growls Elphaba, her voice once more held the same icy bite as before.
Frightened, Nessa writhes and thrashes against her sister's hold. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, she simply could not break free from her sisters iron grasp.
"Boq…help me!" screams Nessa.
"Boq? Boq?" asks Elphaba, evilly; the emerald witch tilts her head, her dark ebony eyes stare sadistically back at her sister. "Oh…you mean that quirky munchkin boy?" hisses Elphaba.
"Don't hurt him" whispers Nessa.
"Yes Mistress-"
Boq, the awkward, and oddly statured munchkin boy steps into the room, dressed in a simple silver shirt with matching buttons running down his chest, and matching pants and shoes. The usual sparkle of life had long ago faded beneath the hatred he carried deep within his heart, for the evil Governor of Munchkinland.
"Well" starts Elphaba, half turning to stare back at Boq, standing rigid in the doorway, a dagger clutched in his hands. Where he had produced it, or when he had was inconsequential. All that Elphaba cared about was disposing of this nuisance, and his bitch of a master.
"Boq!" cries Nessa.
"Oh isn't this delicious…the love-struck munchkin has now been reduced to nothing more…than a toy…a servant…to the heartless bitch of the East" cackles Elphaba.
"Elphaba" whispers Boq, shocked.
The day Elphaba disappeared; Nessa, Galinda and Fiyero had given the munchkin a strange, twisted lie of a story. A simple lie in which Elphaba had dropped out of Shiz and went to the Underground of the City of Emeralds, working as a rebel for the Resistance.
At first he didn't buy it. After all, when growing up in Munchkinland, going to Shiz was all Elphaba had ever talked about, had hoped for.
So for her to give up her dreams of going to Shiz and meet the Wizard, and all for some mysterious group known only as the Resistance, just didn't seem possible. Course, he quickly changed his mind, once the subject of Animal rights, floated within his mind.
Elphaba was a passionate person. Passionate about her beliefs, and for protecting those who couldn't protect themselves, and through the years, her hatred towards the injustice being bestowed upon the Animals of the land, soon seemed to overshadow her drive to meet the Wizard, and become the Grand Vizier.
"What are you doing here!" growls Boq, after regaining his senses and pointing the end of the dagger at the wicked witch.
"I've come to purge those blinded by the gilded flames of the Light" smiles Elphaba.
"You're mad" whispers Boq.
"Why thank you Master Boq" cackles Elphaba, before bowing at the munchkin.
"What are your intentions!" demands Boq, fear gripping his heart.
"As I said before…to shed light to the atrocities the wretched Light had casted upon the weak minded. The fool-hearted"
A wicked smile, slides across Elphaba's face as she stares into Boq's frightened, silver blue eyes. Her stance relaxes. Gracefully, she shifts her weight to her right leg.
"Tell me Master Boq…when were you planning on revealing the truth's to your hearts desires to your beloved Mistress?"
"Elphaba" growls Boq in a warning tone.
"Reveal to me what?" asks Nessa confused.
"Oh you mean he hasn't told you?" asks Elphaba pretending to be surprised.
"Boq…what is she talking about?" asks Nessa.
"Nessa…oh Nessa" replies Boq.
Slowly, Boq lowers the blade to his side, his dark silver blue eyes continue to glare pleadingly, back into swirling ebony.
"Don't…don't make me" pleads Boq.
"It's too late" smirks Elphaba.
"Boq…what is she talking about?" asks Nessa, her voice quivering with fear, and her heart twists within her chest. Obviously, whatever Boq was hiding from her, was not good.
Nervously, Boq shifted his weight from one foot to the next, his dark, silver blue eyes stared at his shoes; silver, the same color as his outfit.
Anger started to pulse deep within Boq's heart. He had pretended to like Nessa, just to please Galinda. He meant to tell her the truth at the Ozdust, but those dazzling hazel eyes, the sparkle of innocence, he just couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to break the young girl's heart. So instead, he went along with the lie, pretending to like her, pretending to be in love with her.
All the while, his heart yearned, ached for the petite blonde, who stood just out of reach, clinging to the arm of the dashing Vinkun Prince. And now, now all his lies were coming undone, the truth, shattered free from the crystal cage he had condemned it too.
His heart ached, and his head throbbed. Trembling, Boq's fingers rose and clutched at the material of his silver uniform. His eyes, slowly rose up to stare darkly back into sparkling hazel.
"I don't love you Nessa" replies Boq, his voice was dark, and acidic. It hurt but what hurt more, was seeing the imprisonment of his people and the abjuration of his hearts true desires.
"What" whispers Nessa, her voice barely rose above the whistling wind.
Smirking, Elphaba switches her weight to her right, and crossing her arms, waits and watches as the drama unfolds before her eyes. She could almost see the young, tragically beautiful woman's heart, start to crack and bleed within her chest, and that one image, brought about much joy to the dark witch's heart.
"I don't love you Nessa…I never have…and I never will" continues Boq, his eyes narrow, as he takes a threatening step towards Nessa.
"But…but…the Ozdust…you asking me to dance…you…you kissed me…that night!" wails Nessa.
"First!" starts Boq. Angrily he lunges towards Nessa.
A small squeak slips past her rose bud lips as Boq's hands grab hard to the arm rests. His eyes darken as he leans in close. His breath, dances against Nessa's skin, making her shiver.
"I only asked you to the Ozdust because Galinda asked me too. Secondly…I danced with you cause nobody else would. I mean, who in their right mind would want to dance with a cripple! And third…I kissed you on the cheek only because I was raised to be a gentlemen…nothing more…nothing less" replies Boq, his voice cold and acidic.
"But" whimpers Nessa.
"I love Galinda…not you…I want to be with Galinda and only Galinda…you…ha…would never want to be with you. She's perfect…beautiful…everything you're not!" thunders Boq.
"Boq" whispers Nessa.
"Honestly Nessa" hisses Boq, as he steps back. "How could you expect me to love you? Especially after what you did to Munchkinland…to my people!" Snaps Boq.
"And pre-tell Chopper…what did your illustrious Governor do to the people of Munchkinland?" asks Elphaba.
During Boq's attack, Elphaba, had grabbed a green apple from a basket on a nearby table. After shinning it against her dress, she plays with it between her emerald fingers.
"She imprisoned us here! Were no longer allowed to leave Munchkinland anymore! Were all prisoners! She severed ties with the City of Emeralds…leaving us to starve! We have not been able to trade our crops for other means from the neighboring countries because of her!" roars Boq.
"But…I…I did it all for you" whispers Nessa.
"No…no you did that so I couldn't leave!"
"Its cause I can't walk…isn't it?" asks Nessa. Slowly she dips her head towards her lap, her hazel eyes stare tear filled at her folded hands.
"Nessa…this has nothing to do with your ability to or not to walk…its-" starts Boq, grunting in frustration; honestly this girl was more brainless than the Prince!
"If I can walk…would you stay with me!" snaps Nessa, cutting Boq off. Instantly, her head snaps back up, desperate hazel stare's pleadingly back into dark, silver blue.
"Sure Nessa…if you can walk…I'd stay" sighs Boq, sarcastically.
"Did you hear that Elphaba…if I can walk…he'll stay…please use your magick…use your magick and give me the ability to walk!" cries Nessa, her voice rising hysterically with each word slipping past her trembling lips.
"Nessa…I think you've-" sighs Elphaba as she chews the bit of green apple.
"No…no he said he would stay if you had the ability to walk. So…use your sinful magick and give me the power to walk!" cries Nessa.
"Nessie" replies Elphaba, her voice soft. The darkness flickers away, revealing soft chocolate brimming with tears.
"You owe me!" roars Nessa, tears spill from her eyes and sparkle in the light as the crystal tears dance down her pale skin. Desperately, she wheels herself closer to where her sister stands; her stance now rigid. "Your my sister…it's because of you that I'm like this"
"Nessie" replies Elphaba, her voice growling in a warning tone, yet soft.
"Please" cries Nessa, trembling hands rise up and clutch to the ripped skirts of Elphaba's dress. The feel of something sticky, slides between the meats of her fingers. For Nessa, it was something she didn't want to envisage. Whatever things her sister was dabbling in, was not her concern. All that mattered to her, all she cared about was gaining the ability the walk, if only to gain back the love she so rightly deserved.
"It's the least you could do…to redeem yourself…your soul" whispers Nessa, her voice cracking.
A ghost of a smile appears on Elphaba's face, washing away the darkness, the pain, and the rage from her features. And for just a brief second, for a flicker of a moment, the Elphaba whom was loved by two, returned, before disappearing once more beneath the waves of Darkness.
"Very well then, I shall grant your wish and sate your selfish desires…but" starts Elphaba, her voice dark.
"Yes?" quivers Nessa.
"You must agree to accept the consequences of such desires…for by following your selfish needs…you must face the consequences head on, and not deter away" finishes Elphaba.
"I will…I promise" replies Nessa, her voice trembling.
A wicked smile slides across Elphaba's face.
"So be it!" exclaims Elphaba.
Twirling around, Elphaba glares at the sight of Boq, standing rigid before the two sisters of Munchkinland. Trembling, he starts to back towards the doors.
Quirking an eyebrow, Elphaba merely waves her hand in a graceful motion at the door. "Close"
Spinning, Boq lunges towards the door, but stops as the doors magickally close in his face.
Gasping, the strange statured munchkin turns to stare wide eyed back at the emerald witch. Stepping back, Boq presses his back to the door, his hands clench and unclench by his sides.
"Stay" whispers Elphaba.
A grunt, and Boq finds himself frozen to the door, and unable to move a single muscle.
"Good boy" smirks Elphaba.
Spinning back around, Elphaba's dark ebony eyes glare maniacally back at the now quivering child, cowering in her wheelchair. Her hands grasp hard to the armrests of her wheelchair.
"Ter tribus viribus animae miser…i shformuar tibi nascitur, exanimis artus et resurretionem vivere!"
Nessa and Boq watched as Elphaba's slender arms danced a graceful dance within the half-darkness of the room. Her fingers half curled almost seemed to twirl the invisible silk of the air around her.
At first, nothing happened, and disappointment soon flooded Nessa's heart. But, after a few seconds a strange heat started to flutter throughout her lifeless legs, making them burn.
"What…what's happening…what have you done…stop! It…it hurts…my legs, my feet! They feel like there on fire!" cries Nessa.
Lifting her skirts, both Boq and Elphaba watch as the silver shoes on her feet start to glow an eerie crimson red. A flash, and the room is cast into darkness, before the gentle flicker from the candles bites away the darkness surrounding the room.
Shocked, Boq's eyes widen at the sight before him. The girl, the girl he knew for so long, now stands before her wheelchair. The glow of the now ruby red shoes slowly dims away.
"I'm…I'm" gasps Nessa.
"Yes…your standing" smiles Elphaba. Gracefully, she extends her hand out towards the once cripple. "Come…walk towards me"
"I" starts Nessa frightened.
"No need to be scared. Trust the spell…for it has granted you you're selfish hearts desires" replies Elphaba softly.
Ignoring her sister's comment, Nessa's eyes once again dip down towards her ruby slippers. Raising her foot up, Nessa takes a wobbly step towards the emerald witch.
Stepping down, Nessa's body sways, before threatening to crumble to the ground. Swinging her arms out, she manages to catch herself.
Straightening her dress, and brushing away the invisible specks of dust, Nessa once again, takes a tentative step closer to her sister. This time, her legs don't wobble, and with each step, her legs grow stronger, until she falls into her sister's outstretched arms.
"See" replies Elphaba darkly.
"Thank you…oh thank you dear sister!" cries Nessa.
"Don't thank me yet" whispers Elphaba beneath her breath. Gently, she turns the both of them to face a now trembling Boq. "Well Master Chopper…does your heart now beat for this woman who is no longer bound by the chains of her weak, deformed legs?" asks Elphaba.
"I…I can't believe…you actually did that for her" replies Boq.
"Now we can be together Boq!" exclaims Nessa.
Pushing away from Elphaba, Nessa wobbly runs towards Boq. Stumbling, she falls awkwardly into the munchkin boys' arms. Her face presses against his chest.
"Oh Boq…now we can be together…forever…as we were meant to be" whispers Nessa dreamily. Closing her eyes, Nessa slowly raises on her tip toes and her lips pursed, starts to tilt towards Boq's lips.
Grunting, Boq's arms grasp hard onto Nessa's arms, stopping her.
Confused, Nessa's eyes snap open, and stare bewildered back into raging silver blue.
"Boq?" whispers Nessa.
"No" is all Boq says, before letting go and allowing the girl to crumble to the ground.
"Boq?"
"Don't you get it…can't you get it through that stupid, vapid brain of yours! I don't love you Nessa…I never will! Now leave me alone!" roars Boq.
"But…you…you said" whimpers Nessa.
"Oz Nessa…I was kidding! I wasn't being serious!"
"Boq…but"
"I love Galinda…never you! I could never love someone who only thought of themselves! You're a spoiled Munchkin brat who deserved to be bound in a wheelchair! You deserved to live a life motherless…to have your sister turn away from you in disgust…you don't deserve love! No one could love you! You'll grow old and die alone! Just you and your heartless desires!" roars Boq.
"Heartless…heartless!"
"Yes heartless! You have no heart! And I could never give you mine! I gave my heart to Galinda the moment I first laid eyes on her and you know that!" snaps Boq.
"Gave her your heart…well…we'll see about that!" snaps Nessa.
Mechanically, Nessa rises to her feet, her dark hazel eyes glare maniacally back into raging silver blue. Spinning on her heels, she marches towards her sister.
"If I can't have your heart, then no one will!" cries Nessa.
Grabbing onto Elphaba's arms, Nessa shakes her, before slapping the emerald witch hard across the face.
"Give me the spell that will bind his heart to me!" demands Nessa.
"Stupid girl!" roars Elphaba. "Are you that blind to not see what is in front of you?!"
"I don't care! I want him! Him and only him! Were perfect together…and no one is taking that away from me" growls Nessa.
"And the consequences?" asks Elphaba, quirking an eyebrow at the girl.
"To hell with the consequences…I want his heart!" snarls Nessa.
"Very well…repeat after me…Caecos istos in corde sectemure et iterum et me vinctum aruit cor tuum et deficient ne omnino mihi!"
Closing her eyes, Nessa wills the magick around her to dance beneath her fingertips, and bend to her will. Feeling the crackle of magick, she opens her eyes, and starts to chant.
"Caecos istos in corde sectemure et iterum et me vinctum aruit cor tuum et deficient ne omnino mihi!"
Like before, nothing happens, and for a split second, Nessa started to doubt her own ability in magick, for so long, Nessa as well as her father believed, the sinful gift, was nothing more than the Devils work.
Slowly, she lowered her arms down to her sides; her eyes flickered to the ground as her heart shattered within her chest. She didn't have the talent. She could not do magick. Just like she couldn't govern the Munchkins as her father had done before her.
"Elphaba" replies Nessa, but her words are soon cut off by a roar of pain that splits the air.
Stunned, Nessa whirls around. Her eyes widen at the form of her beloved, doubled over in pain, his arms wrapped tight around his waist. His body trembles as the skin beneath the cloth, starts to bubble. Slowly, one by one, his dark hazel hair falls to the ground; his skin starts to melt away, as liquid silver pours over the exposed muscle and bones.
"What…what have…you done…to me!" growls Boq in pain.
Slowly, the flesh on his skin melts away, revealing muscle and tendons beneath, before the liquid silver pours over it.
"Elphaba!" screams Nessa in horror.
Another roar of pain, and the clothes and flesh explode, leaving Boq bare and exposed. Falling to his knees, the liquid silver encompasses over his body, masking the bones and muscle beneath.
"What have I done" whispers Nessa, before fainting dead away.