Chapter 4:
Fiyero hung up on the poles, limbs tired from sitting in the same position for so long.
"Oz.." He muttered. "I'd give anything to be with her right now."
A stray Gale Forcer walked along the path. Fiyero snapped up, looking straight ahead. He wasn't going to let them get to his Fae. If they saw him muttering about, mopping and what-not, they'd know it was her doing.
The Gale Forcer's eyebrows furrowed. "Hm," He mumbled. "Well that's awfully strange. I could've sworn this is where we left him.. Awe well! Just some scarecrow anyway." And he walked off.
As soon as he was out of sight, Fiyero exhaled heavily, and relaxed.
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About six hours had passed, and Elphaba had still been fast a sleep. This sleep was not peaceful. She tossed and turned on the cold floor.
She hadn't dreamed. All she could do was replay the scenario in her head over and over.
"Elphaba, go." He said under his breath, pointing his gun at Glinda.
"No, I'm not leaving with out you." She muttered, defending herself with her broom against the the remaining Gale Forcer's.
"Elphaba, go!" He said louder.
She eyed him, and then looked at Glinda.
"Go." Glinda said, tossing Elphaba's hat over Fiyero's head.
She caught it, looked at the Gale Forcer's, and back at her best friend and lover one more time. She nodded, then sprinted through the cornfield.
She jerked awake, shooting up off the ground. She breathed heavily. One tear slid down her face, burning her cheek. She wiped it away, furrowing her brows and telling herself not to cry again. Reminding herself once more, no good deed goes unpunished.
