AN: Yes, I know LONG TIME SINCE I LAST UPDATED. But, I have never been more busy in my life. I have the rest of the story panbned out, i think four more chapters MAX Then, I will continue my RENT fic 'Sex is Not The Enemy'. Anyway, I do not know how good this chapter is. Please review and tell me. Sorry for the long wait. Anyway, ENJOY
Disclaimer: I just had a vision almost liek a prophecy, I know it sounds truely crazy and true the visions hazy and I swear someday I'll OWN WICKED! Wait...I'm not psycic. Shoot. Oh well, it doesn't hurt to dream
Elphaba soared over Emerald City. She knew that everyone could probably see her but that did not faze her. It struck fear in their hearts to see her figure zooming past, riding the wind's currents like a stallion. The exhilaration of it all made everything worth it.
She soared over mountains and valleys; cities and farms. Sapphire rivers cut into emerald fields. Beautiful daylight became tainted when she passed over more of the industrialized regions. The familiar landscape was on the path to the place she swore that she would never return to, even if she was desperate for help.
Night began to fall over Munchkinland. There was no moon that night. The stars were scattered as if Lurline herself grabbed a handful and threw it onto the black blanket she spread over Oz. The crisp air felt refreshing against Elphaba as she sped towards her old home to visit her father and sister, two people who were most likely the ones disgusted by her behavior. Then again, they always have been.
Elphaba swooped down in front of the large house she knew all too well. She took a deep, cleansing breath before raising her knuckles to rap on the door. She was about to knock when she realized that no one in their right mind would let a terrorist into the governor's house, even if she is his daughter. Elphaba decided to take a more…drastic approach.
Fiyero yawned discretely to himself. Events like these were always particularly boring. He was there, once again, as the arm candy. Damn my impeccable good looks! He thought to himself.
The ballroom was decorated elegantly. Emerald green lights reflected off of everything in the room, giving an appearance that the guests were dancing in emeralds. Ice sculptures sat atop every table, each a different figure – a dolphin on one, a giant rose on another, and on the table for the guests of honor, a giant heart. Sparkles were everywhere and the tablecloths were made out of the finest green silk.
The live band that was playing was excellent. The violins blended with the piano to form an exquisite melody. Cellos added a distinct rhythm to the songs. It was music that would play in the background at the ending of the perfect romantic movie when the lead characters shared a passionate kiss.
However, Fiyero was not with the right leading lady.
He took Glinda's hand and led her to the dance floor. This glorious event was for the engagement that Fiyero had never planned, nor had wanted in the first place. He had to try and fake his way through it somehow.
Glinda expected him to be prince charming. He could not be her prince charming. It was all a lie. Everything he had been doing has been a lie. The only truth was in the words he spoke to Elphaba. He did not know if he was even going to see her again! But giving up the life of luxury for five minutes with her would be worth it. He could not stand by Glinda's side for the rest of his life pretending he was in love. Any emotion could not compare to the ones he felt around Elphaba. He would be missing out on the one simple joy in life that he was destined to have. It didn't matter what Glinda wanted.
Great, so now I am selfish, thought Fiyero. Really he was not selfish. He was in love and he would die for Elphaba, be that the case.
He expertly glided along the dance floor with Glinda. This was all a routine to him. Bow, extend hand, kiss hand, pull close, then move. One, two, three, one two three. Nothing has changed the last ten balls they went too. But now, everyone was staring at the happy couple who were to get married in the very, very near future.
Glinda flashed Fiyero a smile. He did not even look at her. He was focusing all his attention on a sot on a wall across from him.
"Dearest, pretend you are happy," Glinda said through closed teeth. He distanced himself farther apart from her. He could not deal with her – this. He needed an excuse to leave. He could put himself on fire. Too much attention. He could trip and break his ankle. Too painful. He could take off all of his clothes and run around completely naked screaming something absurd like 'follow the yellow brick road'. Nah, too many feinting girls. What would be a simple, believable excuse to get him out…? Suddenly, it came to him.
"Glinda, I need some air or something," Fiyero lied. He broke away from his 'fiancé' and walked out of the room, via the arch made of what appeared to be emeralds.
Fiyero aimlessly strolled through the palace. What was he doing here? He should not have dragged this relationship with Glinda out. It would only hurt her more in the end. He should have thought. But, then again, he never thought before he met her. Love was so complicated. How could a simple crush end up in a web of adultery, love, lies, and false promises? It was puzzling. If he was asked 'where would you be in five years' when he was at Shiz, he would have most likely replied "Married to a gorgeous woman, ruling over the Vinkus, and having a great abundance of wealth and power. Oh and my stunning good looks would still be, like, KAPOW!" Now he would have answered "Well, I am currently engaged to one of the most famous women in all of Oz, but I am in love with a known terrorist with green skin. Oh, and I want to expose the Wizard for the creep he really is. But my stunning good looks are still, like, KAPOW!"
Fiyero stopped when he saw guards rush out of their usual offices as if the palace were on fire.
"Captain Tiggular, we need you at once. The Wizard is in danger!"
Oh great, Fiyero thought, what else can happen on this oh so perfect day.
Fiyero grabbed his heavy gun and followed the rest of the Guard through the maze of hallways to the Wizards throne room. He was not in the mood whatsoever to deal with whatever could possibly be happening. All he wanted was to do was go to sleep and have very, VERY dirty dreams of Elphaba and hope Glinda did not want to do too much. But no, being Captain of the Guard and Glinda's arm candy meant no peace and quiet for him.
Fiyero and the rest of the guard bashed through the Wizard's throne room door. Waiting there, was an unexpected visitor, amidst the chaos of flying monkeys. Fiyero did what he had to do. He pointed his gun at the surprise guest.
"Fiyero…"
"Silence witch!"