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AN: Hey! This is my very first story on here! I really hope everyone enjoys it; it's not the type of Wicked story that I usually write. I mostly just do Shiz-era stuff. But I really liked this idea of this one, so here it is!

I'll try to update every other day, maybe even every day if I get the chance. That probably won't happen for a while though. I have exams and CRCT (the standardized test we have to take, for those of you who don't know) soon, and my never-ending rehearsal schedule... Like literally, I'm going to be at my theatre company every day for the next two weeks.

Oh and another thing: please tell me if you find any grammatical errors or typos. I'll try to proofread as best I can before I send out the chapters, but I'm writing this on my lousy excuse for a phone, and the autocorrect on it has a mind of its own. Also, please tell me if the story starts to bore you, or if you have any suggestions on how to make it better. I'll try to consider them. Just know that in the long-run, I control the story, so more than likely there will be suggestions I don't add. Thanks!

Chapter One: Off to See the Wizard

It was a warm autumn day in Oz on the day of the Wicked Witch of the East's death. It was rumored throughout all Oz that she had been flattened by a house, owned by a young, good witch by the name of Dorothy Gale. All the munchkins were overjoyed by this news, which is why Glinda the Good was sent for immediately. It was known by all Oz that she always threw the most amazifying parties.

So when she came, Glinda conjured up a grand party. In reality, Glinda was saddened by the fact that her former best friend's sister was now dead, but there was no way in Oz she'd ever let anyone, save for maybe Fiyero (if she knew where he was), know that.

Halfway through the party, the people began to mingle with each other. That was when Dorothy found her way over to Glinda.

"Excuse me, Miss Glinda?" the young girl asked.

"Yes?" Glinda replied, a bit startled- she had yet to see this girl her whole life, and was quite frightened at first that she didn't recognize her voice.

"Ma'am, while this party is all well and good, and I am having a wonderful time, I really think I ought to be going back to Kansas about now. My Aunt Em and Uncle Henry will miss me terribly if I don't show up soon."

"Oh!" said Glinda. She hadn't the faintest idea of who this poor girl was, and she was asking her to go back home? Glinda briefly returned to the attitude of the brainless, ditzy blonde girl she used to be, back at Shiz. She had no clue what to do.

"Um... Well, you see dear... I don't know how to say this..." Glinda thought for a moment.

*Aha!* She came up with an idea.

"The only way you can go back to Kansas is if you follow the Yellow Brick Road to the City of Emeralds. Meet the Wizard there and he will help you get back."

Satisfied with her reply to the girl, Glinda decided it would be best if she wrote to the Wizard and told him of her encounter with the girl, Dorothy, her name was?

Glinda's thoughts were interrupted when the girl practically tackled her in a great bear hug.

"Oh thank you Miss Glinda! Toto and I'll just be heading off now! Thank you for the directions."

And that was that.

It was two long hours later when Dorothy came across a fork in the Yellow Brick Road, right next to a big cornfield.

"Well this is just great! Now I'll never know how to get back to Kansas! Oh Toto, how will we ever figure out which road to take?" Dorothy asked her dog.

"Well that depends on where you're going!" exclaimed a voice. Dorothy jumped, as she didn't know there was another person with her. She turned around only to find a scarecrow pinned to a pole next to the cornfield.

*It couldn't have been the scarecrow; they don't talk!* Dorothy thought. *I must just be hearing things.*

"Where are you going?" asked the voice. This time, Dorothy screamed, as she realized that it was, in fact, the scarecrow who had spoken.

"Oh my!" she shouted in disbelief. "You can talk!"

"As can you." said the scarecrow. "Now, if you don't mind, could you please help me off this pole? I've been stuck here for Oz knows how many clock-ticks."

Dorothy helped him down. Although she was confused about his existence, and thought that maybe someone slipped something into her punch that day, she realized that if the scarecrow WAS real, the polite thing to do would be to help him out.

"Thanks, uh..." Fiyero realized he didn't know the girl's name.

"Dorothy," she told him.

"Thank you, Dorothy. Now, about where you're heading off to?"

"Oh! Yes. The City Of Emeralds. I was told by Glinda the Good Witch that if I went there and met with the Wizard, he would tell me how to get back to Kansas. But now I'll never get to him because of the break in the Yellow Brick Road!" Dorothy sat down on a nearby tree stump and started to cry.

"Now now, don't cry! I may be brainless, but I do know how to get to the Emerald City from this very spot! You said Glinda told you to go there? Oz, I haven't seen her since..." Fiyero realized his mistake of almost giving away his identity. He pretended to look thoughtful for a moment, but was cut off by the girl, who couldn't have been more than 14.

"Since when?" Dorothy asked.

"Never you mind about that," Fiyero snapped.

"Anyway, might I suggest that I accompany you on your journey to the Emerald City? After all, I'm the one with the knowledge of how to get there," he said, hoping Elphaba might be found there. Fiyero knew it was unlikely. As Glinda has said once before, "She doesn't want to be found," but he also knew that every step he took was a step closer to finding her. Elphaba had saved his life. He needed to speak with her, see proof that she was alive and well, if only for a moment. He loved her, and he wasn't going to let her slip away that easily.

"Oh that's a lovely idea! Thank you, Scarecrow!" Dorothy exclaimed.

Fiyero was reminded briefly of a certain blonde girl when Dorothy said that and squealed, hugging him tightly.

*So maybe she's annoying as all Oz, but it'll definitely be worth it when I get to see Fae again,* Fiyero thought.

Dorothy sang about the "Wonderful Wizard of Oz" as she skipped down the Yellow Brick Road.

Fiyero remembered his encounter with the Wizard when he told Elphaba he'd be running off with her. The Wizard was a fraud. A phoney-boloney. He didn't even deserve to call himself wonderful, much less a wizard. However as much as he hated the "Wizard," Fiyero let Dorothy think what she did about him. She'd soon know of his lies.