Authors Note: Hello all. In between updating Phoenix and Bells, I got this little idea that I just had to write out. I had an idea for a new multi-chap, but I was going to settle on just a one-shot with a nifty cliffhanger. However, after writing in a fury and hitting the 10,000 word mark with much more left to tell, I decided to let the multi-chap have it's go. Like a lot of my works, there will be a bit of world crossing, but not in the way you might expect! Hope you enjoy and hang around for the rest!

Chapter One: Open the Rift

The air in the plush, fancy room had changed. The window had been open, a soft, summer breeze wafting through and cooling the room into a wistful, comfortable state. Now, the air was heavy, buzzing with static, as if lightning was waiting to strike. The vision of the window, a bay window that overlooked the Emerald City, was also changing. It was as if the window was distorting itself; everything because fuzzy and uneven, more like an impressionist painting than real life. The world started to swirl, the walls and the window and everything around it twisting and turning into one large circle, a spiral that went from the soft beige carpet to the top of the cathedral ceiling. It twisted around, spinning, a vortex opening up in the center of the room. It continued to swirl, the colors of the world melting into one another, turning into cloud-like formations. The spiral flashed, cracking like a bolt of lightning.

A hand tentatively reached forward, brushing the billowing fog with her long, slim fingers. As her hand entered the spiral, it parted. She swished her hand, parting the clouds even more. The swirling colors moved away from her touch, revealing not the window behind it, but something else entirely.

The swirling mass opened to reveal itself as a door, a door to somewhere far and foreign. Behind the colors and clouds was a city, gray and dark and formidable, it's rectangular buildings towering into the night sky. Rain was dripping softly, tapping across the pale fingers that had reached towards it. There was a road, with strange, loud contraptions flying across it, sending water off the road and into the air. A few people went by, walking fast and talking even faster, umbrellas and coats obscuring their faces even more in the dark. Despite it being nighttime and raining, the city was bustling and loud, the passersby seeming to not notice a small hole in their time continuum.

The hand reached back into its own world, and the twisting mass covered up the view into this other place. A female voice, small, high and light, chanted something odd and foreign, her pronunciation still a bit hesitant. A few words later, and the spiral shrunk in upon itself, eventually curling into a tiny ball and disappearing in a puff. The room, pink and fluffy, had returned into its natural state. The static in the air had disappeared, the dead silence of the place now being broken by a high-pitched shriek of delight.

Glinda Upland slammed the Grimmerie closed and hugged it to her chest, a large grin of joy and relief covering her youthful face.

"It worked!" she squealed to herself. "I finally got it to work! Now we can be free!"

Glinda dropped herself onto the bed, her legs like jelly after the anticipation and excitement. The blonde woman sighed, letting the happiness wash over her. The feeling of elation, of joy, and the act of smiling were nice to experience again. It had been so long since she had felt any of these feelings. She couldn't even remember the last time she wore a smile that wasn't forced, that wasn't painted on to hide the feelings of heartbreak and sadness that pervaded her entire being. The warmth insider her belly was something foreign, an emotion that belonged to a Glinda that didn't exist anymore, a Glinda that was spunky and full of life, ready to take on the world. That Glinda was dead and gone.

The blonde sat the book on the bed, catching her reflection in the large mirror that sat atop her ornately carved vanity. Vanity was something the blonde had been known for, a girl who posed more as a doll than a person. Glinda was still a doll. People came into her room and dressed her up, styling her hair and applying makeup ever so perfectly. Glinda was a not really a human but a thing, a thing to be polished and displayed for the people of Oz. She belonged to the Wizard and Madame Morrible, and she only existed to do their bidding. It was hard for most people to tell since she seemed to live the most amazingly charmed life, a life almost like that of a princess. If they looked below the surface, they would see that these frivolities were just masking the fact that Glinda the Good was a slave.

For a while, she had been a good little slave. She wore the dresses and spun about, giggling and smiling and making wonderful, positive speeches to the citizens of Oz. She was their emblem, their ray of hope and light in a world full of fear and danger. Glinda was the one to speak out against the Wicked Witch and her former fiancé. Glinda was the one to warn everyone that evil hid in the even the brightest of places. Glinda spun the web of lies and deceit that the people bought into wholeheartedly, even though each word that exited her lipstick-lined mouth added another crack into her own heart. She did everything she could, because she was made a promise.

She was promised that Fiyero would not be subjected to the tortures of the pole. She was promised that Elphaba would not be thrown into the pit of hell that was the Southstairs. She was promised that the Grimmerie would one day be hers, and that she would become the most powerful witch in Oz. She was promised that she would have the ability to do good and make things right.

This was all a lie, of course.

The Gale Force had brought Fiyero's body back to the center of Emerald City, still tied to the poles that became his coffin. They did not give him the dignity of a proper burial; instead, they propped the pole up in the courtyard of the palace, his bloody and beaten body a warning to all those who wanted to rebel. The image of her ex- fiance's body, beaten and tortured to the point of it almost being unrecognizable, in full view from her bedroom window would be something she would never in her life forget. She remembered the absolute agony that she felt when she saw him, the way her reality tossed and turned around her, how her entire world faded into black. The guards said that she had fainted, but she had sworn that her heart stopped and she had died. When she awoke and the truth of everything assaulted her senses, she knew at that point that her old world and her old self was no more. The innocent Glinda, the one bursting with hopeful optimism, died along with her former love.

The agony that she experienced could not have prepared her for the hours afterward, when an ear-shattering scream jolted her out of her fitful sleep that night. It had been past 3 AM, and the entire palace had finally gone still and quiet. Glinda had bolted up and raced towards her window to find a figure dressed in black standing in the courtyard next to the hanging body. It didn't take Glinda long to figure out who it was. The blonde threw on her nightgown and her shoes and launched herself down the spiral staircase as fast as her little legs could carry her. She had burst through the heavy wooden doors to the courtyard, her hair frazzled and her cerulean eyes still red and puffy from the tears that couldn't seem to stop flowing. It wasn't until her slippers left the sidewalk and hit the grass that the figure came fully into view. She was curled into a ball beneath the body of the Captain, her arms wrapped around her head, her hands reflecting their emerald tint under the lamplight. The sounds coming from her were absolutely horrific; it was a mix of hysterical sobbing and deep, guttural cries that broke what was remaining of Glinda's heart into pieces. She skidded to a stop, sliding slightly on the dew-covered grass, taking in the sight of the person she had been desperately hoping to see again, although now she wished she was hundreds of miles away.

"Elphie?"

The emerald hands slipping down over raven tresses, wrapping around the locks as if to ground herself back into reality. A slight head turn, and one chocolate eye came into focus. She quickly turned away again, her body curled in on itself so much that her head almost touched the ground.

"I failed." A croak of a voice flittered through the summer night.

"Elphie?" Glinda took a few more steps forward.

"I failed him."

"What do you mean?"

Suddenly, the witch shot up, bloodshot eyes locking with those of her former roommate. The years on the run had hardened her, her face sharp and gaunt, her body all bones and hard edges encased in black fabric. The last time Glinda had seen her, the first time she had seen her in many years, she had hugged her friend and remarked how thin she was and how she hadn't been caring for herself. It seemed that she still hadn't been doing so, even after Fiyero had left Glinda to be with her. Glinda had been angry with them at some point, feeling enormous betrayal. She had done her little slave part well, informing Morrible of Elphaba's love for her sister. That had been the beginning of the end, the first crack that would start to shatter the world.

That all seemed like a lifetime ago.

Elphaba looked at Glinda with an expression of both wild rage and pure sorrow. Glinda could feel her heart aching inside her chest, her eyes beginning to fog up.

"I was supposed to save him," said the green girl. "I used the book. I had a spell. I did everything right. I chanted it over and over and it was supposed to save him and it didn't work. I failed him and now he's gone and it's all my fault!"

Glinda found herself across the courtyard, kneeling in the wet grass next to her friend. The dampness soaked her legs and her dress, causing her to shiver slightly. She reached out, gently placing her hand on Elphaba's shoulder. She wasn't sure how she'd react, for she knew how her former roommate was not used to touch of any pleasant kind. Elphaba looked up at her, tears pooling in her deep brown eyes and leaving tracks down her cheeks. She gingerly reached up, placing her hand on top of Glinda's. Glinda attempted to smile at her, to reassure her, but seeing her brave and stoic friend cry only caused the tears to gather in her own eyes.

"You didn't fail him, Elphie," said Glinda, trying desperately to keep her voice steady. "He loved you. He loved you more than anything in the world. He had to protect you."

Elphaba shook her head. "I shouldn't have let him come with me. He told you he was leaving with me and I didn't put up a fight. I should've argued with him. I should have made him stay. If I did, then he'd still be with you and he'd still be alive."

"The Wizard already knew of his intentions. Even if he would have come back with me, he still would have sent the Gale Force after him."

"He should have let the Gale Force take me," said Elphaba softly. "If he would have let them take me, he'd be alive. It's my fault. It's all my fault, just by being there I damned him to this." She angrily gestured upward to the fallen man hoisted above where they both where kneeling on the ground.

Glinda took her friend's face in both hands. "Elphaba, stop. That's not true. He'd been searching for you for years. He was in love with you since we first came to this city. I was just someone there, a cover to help him move up in importance so that he could become Captain and find you. He made his choice long ago, before you or I ever realized he had made it."

Glinda, ignoring her own tears, brushed a stray drop off of her friend's cheek. "He loved you, Elphie. He loved you so much that he would do anything to keep you safe. He loved you."

"And he shouldn't have!" cried Elphaba. "He's dead because of me! Everyone who I care about dies!" Elphaba stared into her former roommates eyes, a look of hopelessness consuming her face. She immediately pushed Glinda's hands away from her face. "You have to go. You have to get away from me. Leave, go back into your palace and forget about me. I don't want anyone else I love suffering because of me."

Glinda wasn't running so easily. She returned her hands to her friend, this time setting them on her shoulders and shaking her slightly. "No. I'm not leaving you. I screwed up before. If this whole mess is anyone's fault, it's mine."

"But Glin-"

"Stop, it's true. My immaturity and bratty jealousy gave Morrible ammo against you. I stopped being a good friend, and I won't do it again. I'm sticking with you, whether you like it or not."

"They'll brand you a traitor, Glin. They'll throw you in the Southstairs. I couldn't live with myself if that happened."

"And how am I supposed to live with myself knowing I abandoned you?" snapped the blonde. "I won't leave you. I promise."

A loud slam interrupted the two girls, causing both of them to jump. Somehow, wrapped up deep in their conversation, they hadn't noticed the guard on night patrol, who had alerted the rest of the Gale Force of their presence. Neither witch had time to react before they found themselves surrounded, at least a dozen gun barrels aimed right for them.

Glinda turned around, rising up onto her haunches, using her body as a blockade between herself and Elphaba.

"Elphie, get your broom!" she hissed as quietly as she could. "I'll cover you. They won't hurt me. You have to get out of here!"

Glinda held out of her arms, making her little self seem as large as possible. Her eyes narrowed, giving each guard a stare of pure hatred. She crouched there, waiting, waiting for her friend to take off into the sky.

"Elphie, why aren't you going?" she asked desperately. "You have to get out of here."

Glinda felt a cold hand rest gently upon her back.

"Glinda, I can't. I can't go. Even if I wanted to go, they would shoot me out of the sky."

"No they won't. I'll protect you. I can do it."

The hand now gripped Glinda's shoulder, pulling her back fully onto the ground. She turned, meeting the green girls' gaze. Elphaba wrapped Glinda's hand in hers, her eyes full of sadness.

"It's time, Glin," she said, unsuccessfully hiding the sorrow in her voice. "I can't keep running like this. And now…with Fiyero gone…" She swallowed hard. "Now its' done. The terror of the Wicked Witch has ended."

Glinda stared at the green girl in shock. This was Elphaba, the strong, wild, formidable force that would not back down no matter what. This was the woman who chose the fight over an easy life, the life she had always dreamed of. What happened to Elphaba the fighter?

"I don't understand," said Glinda. "You can't just give up. You never give up."

Elphaba looked away from her former roommate, breaking eye contact.

"I…" Her voice cracked. "I can't do this anymore, Glin. I've caused so much damage. I can't…not without Nessa or Dr Dillamond or Fiy—" Elphaba choked on his name.

"You have me!" cried Glinda. "I'm here. You still have me."

"And that's why I have to let you go," replied Elphaba. "I can't pull you into this anymore. You have to go back to the palace and try to do the good that I couldn't do. It's up to you now, for both of us."

"No! No!" Glinda wrapped her arms around Elphaba, squeezing as tightly as she could. "I promised I wouldn't leave you," she sniffed. "I can't let them take you, I just can't!"

"You must, my love. " Glinda felt Elphaba rest her head on top of her own. "You need to be safe. My time is up."

Glinda found herself being yanked backwards, two guards gripping her arms and pulling her from her friends embrace. Elphaba stayed on the ground, unmoving, as the guards descended upon her. One of them turned his gun around, slamming the butt of it into her stomach. Another did the same, sending his sailing against the back of her head, knocking her onto the ground.

"NO! ELPHIE! NO!" Glinda screamed and screamed as she was dragged away, ignoring the guards' questions of if she was all right and if the witch had hurt her. She watched as the Gale Force attacked Elphaba, wrenching up from the ground so they could more easily hurl their fists at her body. Glinda watched her friend's beating helplessly. She struggled against the grip of the guards, but it was no use. She continued to scream until she was inside the palace and the doors were shut around her.

The next morning, Glinda was tied into a sparkly blue ballgown and paraded in front of the people of Oz, the people who were all so grateful that their beloved Glinda the Good was not harmed by the Wicked Witch. The Wizard, the puppetmaster, wrote Glinda a lovely speech about how scared she was and how relieved she now was that the witch had finally been captured. The tears she shed during the reading of this were perfectly timed, thoroughly convincing the citizens of her fear, but none other than her knew what those tears were really for. The Wizard had stepped in after her, wanting to make an extra special announcement himself. That afternoon, he announced that the execution of the Wicked Witch was scheduled, and the people would finally get to watch her burn in exactly one month's time. Glinda felt her stomach drop as a roar echoed through the courtyard, the people whooping and hollering and cheering, eventually all joining in a raucous chant of "BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!" Glinda very gently excused herself to the restroom, where she collapsed onto the floor and vomited until her throat burned and her eyes burned and her tiara almost fell out of her meticulously quaffed hairdo. She lay on the bathroom floor, her head resting against the cold porcelain for a very long time until one of her maids found her. She was immediately taken back into her bedroom to be primped again, for there was a party that she needed to attend in celebration of the witch's execution date. The maids added more makeup to her under eyes and brought her water for her sore throat. As Glinda stared at herself in the mirror, mentally preparing herself to celebrate the imminent death of her best friend, she debated about out onto her balcony and throwing herself off. If she aimed just right, she would land right next to where Fiyero's body was displayed. It felt fitting.

Glinda didn't even get the opportunity to try and kill herself. She was hastily shoved out of the door, where a small company of Gale Force soldiers escorted her to the ballroom. As they walked towards the party, Glinda shoved the thoughts of killing herself out of her mind.

If I kill myself, she thought, then there will be no one left who can help Elphie. I have to save her, and I only have thirty days to do it.

It was then that Glinda the Good made a decision. She had to save Elphie, and she could be a slave to these horrible people no longer. Either she was escaping with Elphaba, or she would die along with her.

As Glinda flittered around the ballroom, she used her acting abilities to the fullest extent. She pretended to indulge in meaningless conversation with the government officials and upper crest of the city, laughing and interjecting at just the right times, even though she wasn't listening to a damn thing they said. She was so sick of this falsity, of this façade that she put on to hid her breaking heart, but now she needed to. She had to hold onto it, to make everything think she was on their side.

Everything came crashing down when a green-skinned prisoner was brought into the center of the ballroom. Glinda's eyes widened to the size of saucers, and her wine glass went sailing onto the floor, shattering into tiny, razor-sharp pieces. The wait staff gathering around, quickly and efficiently cleaning up the mess as Glinda remained frozen.

"Don't worry, Lady Glinda," one of the Gale Force said to her. "I know it must frighten you to see her, but don't worry, she is far from being able to hurt you."

"Why…" Glinda stuttered. "Why is she here?"

Elphaba was thrown onto the floor, hitting the tiles with a dull thud and a soft moan. The guests had turned their focus to the green girl, gathering around her in a trepidatious but curious circle. She attempted to pull herself up as the Gale force gathered in their own circle around her.

The same soldier tried to pat Glinda's shoulder reassuringly, but she pulled away.

"You'll see, my lady. You won't have to fear her anymore."

One of guards wrapped his hand around the collar of her dress. With his other hand, he drew a knife from his pocket, and with a few choice motions, ripped a long line down the back of her dress to her hip. He yanked both sides apart, the sound of fabric ripping overriding the murmuring from the crowd, the emerald green of the skin of her back now exposed. Glinda could now really see how thin her friend was; her spine jutted out from her back, as if it was threatening to tear out of her skin. You could even see her ribs, pushing through as she curled around herself. The guests began to laugh, some shouting obscenities and jeers at her.

"Fight back…" whispered Glinda, wishing desperately that her friend would get up and blast them all to smithereens with her magic. "Please Elphie…Don't let them do this to you. Fight back. "

But the green witch did not fight back. She stayed where she was thrown, her raven hair cascading over her shoulders and tumbling onto the floor. She looked up for a brief moment, and even though the room was crowded full of people, she found the only sympathetic face in the entire crowd. She found Glinda's cerulean eyes, and Glinda saw something that she had never seen in her friend's face before: defeat. Her eyes were completely dead, as if the life had already drained out of her. She was broken, defeated, her spitfire temper all but fizzled out. Glinda could do no more than mouth her friend's name and try not to let the tears fall again.

Glinda heard a strange sound, almost like a slither, and then a resounding crack broke through the air, loud enough that it almost made Glinda's ears ring. One of the Gale Force soliders was standing behind Elphaba now, a long whip rippling from his hand and pooling at his feet. The guard was grinning, the ability to finally give the witch a taste of 'her' own medicine probably causing much jealousy among the others. The crowd watched intently, also grinning, practically salivating, the hunger for violence descending them from human to the demonic. Only the blonde was omitted from the spell, the horror digging itself deep inside her bones. How helpless she felt then, how incredibly useless standing there in her glitter and her gown and her tiara.

Glinda couldn't help but close her eyes when the first crack of the whip made contact with its victim. She jammed them shut, unable to bear witness to this atrocity in front of her. The crowd had grown silent, watching, waiting for the wicked witch to break. The whip continued to crack, but no sound emerged from the green woman. Glinda opened her eyes slightly, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of all of the blood splashed across the ground, the deep lacerations marring the emerald skin of her best friend. The whip came down again, and the blonde could barely force the air in and out of her lungs. She forced herself to watch, to watch the jagged line of crimson appear between Elphaba's shoulder blades, the witch biting down on her lip to keep herself from making sound. Glinda was thankful that despite the deadness in her eyes, there was still part of the stubborn girl still left inside of her.

Another hit, and the crowd finally got what they wanted. The green girl's arms buckled from underneath her, a whimper emerging from her throat. The guard heard it, his vicious smile growing, sending another lightning bolt across her back. This one received a groan in reply, which only fueled the fire of his rage. He swung back even harder, lashing with all of his might, sending splatters of blood into the air. This time, he finally got the scream he was looking for. The guests began to applaud, some of them raising them glasses towards the guard with the whip. Glinda brought both hands to her face, trying to cover the hot tears that she could no longer hold back. She spasmed, her body wanted her to vomit. She kept one hand on her face and wrapped the other one around her stomach, trying to hold back the retching and the trembling that had taken her over. For the second time that night, chocolate brown eyes met sapphire ones.

I'm sorry, Glinda mouthed to her best friend. I'm sorry. I love you. I'm so sorry.

The whip raised up again, and Glinda suddenly felt like she was falling. She didn't see it hit its target, for her entire world became encased in blackness.

After the party, she had woken up in her bed, now in her nightgown. Her maids had told her that she had fainted during the party, and they had promptly returned her to bed. Everyone had felt bad for the poor blonde, even pitied her. They believed that she was still terrified and weak from her 'ordeal' with the witch the night before. After pestering every guard that she could find, Glinda found out that Elphaba had been beaten until she had gone unconscious, and then unceremoniously and uncaringly thrown back into her cell in the Southstairs.

Don't worry, they all said to comfort Glinda. Morrible is keeping an eye on her. She won't let her bleed out or get an infection. She will definitely be alive for her execution date.

Glinda found that the opposite of comforting.

The blonde had to do something to make sure that she was in the loop of knowledge. Morrible and the Wizard preferred her to be in the dark. When asked about Elphaba, they would change their tones, speaking to her as if she was a child, giving her a few vague ideas and then sending her along her way. This did nothing other than piss the little blonde off, so she had to find another way. She kept an eye on the guards, noting which guards patrolled the Southstairs. She started chatting them up during the day, turning on her actress abilities to reel them in. She found it easy enough to charm them, using the right bat of an eyelash or a subtle curve in her walk. It didn't take too long before she got enough information to map out the entire patrol schedule for the week. She would laugh to herself at how pathetic these men were, at how easily they would bend at the will of a pretty girl.

After asking the right questions, Glinda discovered that there was a small time frame during the night when the men would switch shifts and nobody would be guarding the prisoners. It wasn't a lot of time, about half an hour, but it was enough to get herself down there.

I have to see Elphie. I don't want her to think I abandoned her.

Turns out, sneaking into the Southstairs was harder than she thought it would be. Yes, she had a thirty minute window where no guard was down there, but because they were switching shifts, there were lots of guards in the hallways and around the entrance. This really surprised Glinda, seeing how that thirty minute window was between 3:30 and 4 in the morning. She had made her way down to the main door to the dungeon when she encountered at least seven or eight Gale Force soldiers roaming around and talking rather cheerfully for it being so late (or early, depending). Glinda ended up ducking under a table and hiding there for over an hour until they left. She tried every night after that, but kept encountering the same issue.

After trying and failing to get into Southstairs for a week, the lack of sleep and stress started taking its toll. Glinda had to add extra makeup to make herself look awake, and she struggled to pay attention during her meetings. Morrible had finally trusted her enough to start teaching her magic from the Grimmerie, and she was getting rather frustrated. One day, Glinda actually fell asleep sitting up during her magic lessons, and Morrible got so angry with her that she stomped out of the room and told the blonde to get some sleep and come back tomorrow. Glinda, irritated, packed up her things and went back to her room. It wasn't until she dumped her satchel out on her bed that she noticed that she had accidentally taken the Grimmerie with her.

Then, she got an idea.

Glinda flew through the book, searching for one particular spell. She needed a way to get by without being seen by the guards. She flipped through the massive book, which seemed to add more pages every time she turned it, and landed on a spell that was not what she intended, but what she needed. She was looking for a teleportation spell, or a spell to make the guards all fall asleep. Instead, she found one for invisibility. Glinda ran to her desk, grabbing a pen and a piece of parchment. She hastily scrawled the spell and its instructions down onto the parchment, folded it up, and hid it underneath her mattress. She closed the book and headed downstairs, knocking on Morrible's office and innocently handing the book back to the old woman. The old woman had flipped through the book and, seeing nothing was amiss, gave an approving nod to the blonde before closing the door. Glinda had now accomplished two goals; Morrible trusted her, and she now had a spell to help her see Elphaba.

Glinda had wanted to give herself more time to perfect the spell, but she found that time was not on her side. During her daily rounds of chatting with the Gale Force, one of the guards gleefully told her of something new. He told her that the wicked witch had started to backtalk the guards, so they found a new way to punish her. Her told her about how they took metal rods and held them over their torches until they turned bright orange. He described in sickening detail about how they chained the green girl to the wall and pressed the hot metal into the skin on her arms and legs, and how the entire chamber would fill with the sound of sizzling skin and her screaming. He laughed while telling this to Glinda, which made the blonde have to use all of her willpower to nod along and not punch him in the throat. Once he returned to his duties, she ran back to her room as fast as possible, and after trying to calm her nervous stomach and racing heart, she started working on the spell.

She dug into the parchment, deciding that she would not sleep until she nailed it. At first, she stumbled through the pronunciation, causing a variety of results. If she messed up a lot, nothing would happen. If she messed up partially, only some of her body would go invisible, scaring the living daylights out of her. She almost gave herself a heart attack after hours of practicing, when she made everything invisible but her head. She did manage to scare the pants off of one of her nosy maids, which made the error absolutely worth it.

Finally, just after the clock struck 3 AM, Glinda stood in front of the mirror and realized that she had no reflection. She looked down, and while she could feel her hands opening and closing, she could not see them. She could not see any part of her. She did a little happy dance and fist pumped the air. She wasn't sure if she was that happy or just delirious from lack of sleep, but she decided it didn't matter. She figured it out, and it was almost time for the guard change. According to the spell, the invisibility would only last about an hour, and that's if she got the entire thing correct. Not wanting to waste any time, the blonde launched herself out of her quarters and headed towards the Southstairs.