-2 year later-

I jolted from my sleep, gasping for breath.

"Great Oz, it was just a dream." I said laying back down.

"Filía it's time." Alethea said entering my room.

"Now?" I whined, "Can't it wait?"

"Do you want these nightmares to stop or not?" She said opening the curtains.

"Fine." I said lazily getting out of bed and getting dressed.

"So, was it the same dream as before?" Alethea asked as we walked towards Quillam's office.

"No, this one was different." Alethea have me a strange look, "Quillam wiped my memory so I wouldn't remember who I really was."

"It was only a dream." Alethea comforted me, well, she tried to.

When we finally made it to the offices and Alethea opened the door, "I have some things to do, will you be okay?"

"It's Quillam, what's the worst he can do?"

Alethea grinned, "You have no idea."

I just nodded my head. What did she mean by that? I asked myself entering the room as Alethea closed the door behind me.

"I was told the dreams came back. What was it about?"

"You wiped my memory so I couldn't remember who I really was."

"She's trying to turn you against me. I thought she learned her lesson last time."

"What does the Wicked Witch want with me? I haven't done anything to her."

"You're one of the most powerful witches in Oz, Filía. She wants you on her side; she wants you to help her win the fight."

"Blocking her from my mind doesn't seem to be working and I can't focus like I use to. What are we going to do?"

"We kill her."

-Zedekiah's POV-

Two years. It's been two freaking years! I miss her. I need to find her. I have to find her.

"What's that?" Arron asked entering the library, interrupting my thought.

"Nothing." I said stuffing the silver ring in my pocket, "Have you found them?"

"No." He said.

"We need to find her soon!" I stressed, "Yackle's the only one who can fix this and she's dying. Who knows how much time she has."

"I want her back just as much as you do, okay? I'm doing my best here but every time I get close to finding them, they pick up and move."

"Try harder."

"Why don't you go save your damsel in distress, oh, I'm sorry, she doesn't remember you."

"Really? Well, she doesn't remember you either."

"That's enough." Elphaba said, "You're acting like children, and it's not going to bring back my daughter either."

"I'm sorry," I said, "I'm tired of not getting any results."

"We all are. But that doesn't give you the right to snap at people."

"I know. I'm sorry Arron."

"It won't stop you from doing it again." He said leaving the room.

"I'm sorry. He doesn't like it when he can't have his way." Elphaba said.

"Don't apologize for him. Besides it isn't in his vocabulary, neither is no."

-Filía's POV-

"So he didn't block her?" Alethea asked.

"No."

"And you're just going to kill her?"

"Yep. That's one way to keep this Witch out of my head, right?"

"Filía."

"Yeah?"

She shook her head as if she was going to say something, "Good luck."

"Thanks."

-Zedekiah's POV-

I was walking around the castle reading Filía's journal. So much... Pain. Heartbreak. Guilt.

"You must be Zedekiah." A voice said.

I shut the journal and turned around, "Glinda?" I asked unsure.

"Yes. Is Filía around?" She asked, "I really must speak with her."

"Glinda? What are you doing here?" Elphaba asked appearing behind her.

"Elphie?" Glinda turned to face her, "You're alive... Is Filía here?" She said getting to the point.

"Quillam's alive." Elphaba said, "He wiped her memory and took her with him."

"How can I help?"

-Arron's POV-

Now I understand why Filía came to the roof. It's quiet and has quite the view.

"Hello Arron."

I looked over my shoulder and Alethea was behind me, "You're not supposed to be here."

"This couldn't wait, they-"

"I have to tell them Alethea," I stood up and walked to her, "We're about to rip each-other's throats."

"Everyone? Or just you and Zedekiah?"

"Why are you here?"

"To warn you."

"About what?"

"Quillam and Filía are coming. They're going to kill Elphaba."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because I'm protecting you and Filía has to remember. She needs to take Quillam out, she's the only one who can." She said then disappearing.

I jumped off the roof onto the balcony and ran to find… Someone. I made it to the bottom of stairs and saw that Elphaba and Zedekiah were talking to Nessa? No, no, no that's got to be Glinda. Never realized how much Nessa was a spitting image of her mother.

"And there he is now." Zedekiah said, "Arron, you okay?"

"I believe I have some explaining to do." I confessed.

Zedekiah started to shake his head, knowing that I haven't been telling the truth from the start. Elphaba and Glinda, however, walked us to the kitchen, so that I could explain everything.

-Filía's POV-

"Is this really necessary?" I asked walking into Quillam's office in a black dress that stopped mid-calf with a shear handkerchief hem over it, with lace up, knee high boots, and satin, opera length, fingerless gloves.

"If we're going to kill the Wicked Witch might as well do it in style."

"Pants and a shirt would do just fine." I replied.

"You need to look the part Filía, how else will the people of Oz accept you?" He stood from his desk.

"I still don't understand what I did to get them to hate me in the first place."

"All in good time, my dear, all in good time. Now, let's go kill the Witch."

-Zedekiah's POV-

"Are you an idiot? How long did you plan on keeping this secret?"

"Alethea had a plan, I trust her." Arron replied.

"She's not your sister anymore Arron, she's the enemy."

"She will always be my sister. I'll trust her before I trust you."

I rolled my eyes, "Now what?" I asked Elphaba.

"We meet them half way." Elphaba said, "Glinda and I will meet them half way, Arron will accompany Yackle." She looked at Arron, "Stay out of sight but close enough so she can do the spell, do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am." Arron said walking out of the kitchen.

"You need to stay here," She averted her attention to me, "You won't be safe."

I nodded my head as she left the room. I looked out the window and stuck my hands in my pocket, feeling the ring inside.

"Can you tell me something?" Glinda asked.

"I can certainly try." I said.

"What happened to my daughter? How did Nessa die?"

I looked at her, "I'm not sure… I'm sorry."

-Filía's POV-

Despite the fact that I hate dresses, what I hate even more is a liar. But you already knew that. I started putting the pieces together about a year ago, when my "dreams from the Wicked Witch" started. I would have thought it was the Wicked Witch putting fake memories in my head until I felt the pain, the guilt, and the love I had experienced before but have no real memory off. I may not have my memories back in full but I do know what side I belong on and I can tell you I'm not on it right now.