This is the third and final book of my Gelphie series Endless Love. Elphaba has regained her memories, and now she and Glinda face the hardships of building their lives together.
Warning: There is violence and some sexual content.
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(Elphaba's POV)
I glance around and everything is dark. Wh- what’s ha-happening? Why is it so dark? I try to move to find a light, but I find I can’t move, and the pain I feel flairs up even more. I can’t move! Why can’t I move!? Why does everything hurt? It is then I hear yelling.
I lay there in pain, gasping with each painful breath, and soon my eyes seemed to begin to adjust to the dark. As things become a little clearer I hear angry, yelling voices, "Kill the witch! Wickedness must be punished!" They are getting closer. Suddenly I panic. They're coming for me! I have to move, but again I can't. I scream in frustration and pain, and after a moment a bright light shines in my face.
“Come along Fae!” I hear a man's voice. It sounds familiar. Fiyero? Fiyero! I go to respond when he grabs me and picks me up. “Time to go.” He says. As he carries me I shudder in pain. “F-Fiyero. P-please. I- I hu-hurt.” I manage to stammer before feeling overwhelmed with pain. I can't see his face clearly, but his voice sounds distant as he responds, “It will all be over soon.” With that everything goes dark.
Screaming my eyes fling open and I sit bolt upright in my bed. Chest heaving l, my eyes darted around taking in the darkness and moonlight from the window, and sighing in relief a little getting up and going over to the vanity to assess if there is any need to use oil. "It was just a dream. Just a horrible dream. Albeit a dream that is a distant memory, but a dream nonetheless. All in the past." I tell myself, looking into the mirror. "All a dream." I say again.
But was it? I hear a voice say as I blink in surprise when reflection seems to change, and the Witch is staring back at me. "What did you say?" I was certain that I had to be imagining hearing and seeing the Witch. But was it? She repeats, and I know Oz for damned that she spoke, and I just stare again in shock not entirely believing wha- I mean, who I am seeing. The Witch sighs and looks annoyed. Stop staring there like you have no idea who I am or what I am asking you, and answer me!
"No!" I say spinning away from the mirror. "I did not just see you nor did I hear you speak! I am just imagining I am! Yes! That's it! You are a figment of my imagination brought about by the stress of my upcoming wedding. That's it, all there is to it!" I stand and begin pacing back and forth in front of the vanity.
While I agree you are stressed about marrying Glinda, you are not in fact hallucinating. The Witch scoffs. Which brings me back to what I asked before, was it just a dream?
"Of course it was! What else would it be?" I reply, continuing to pace.
A premonition.
"I'm sorry what?" I make a confused look and wonder why she would think that.
A premonition. You know a strong feeling that something is about to happen, esp-
I whip back around and glare at her. "I know what a premonition is. I'm not stupid, you know!" I snap. "Now why do you think it is a premonition?"
It makes sense if you think about it. The Witch shrugs. This isn't the first time you have had this so-called dream.
