Post by WickedWitchElphie on May 6, 2004 16:58:57 GMT -5
Hey everyone!
This is actually my second Wicked fanfic, my first one wasn't as good though, and I have been dying to write a nice, juicy, Fiyeraba fanfic for the longest time, but had yet to be inspired. Today that changed.
This story is untitled so far, and if anyone wants to leave a title suggestion, let me know. (Note: I'm considering the title "Sweet December". Like it? Hate it? Have a better idea?) I've written three chapters so far, and, just to be wicked (pardon the pun), I'm only going to post one today. Please comment and tell me if it's good enough to continue!
WARNING: FIYERABA GOODNESS AHEAD!
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It was a sweet December. Sweet for me, but all sweetness turns sour in the end, and I knew that this would when it began. How was I to deny it? As strong as I am, I was too tempted, had been for years, and it was finally my time. Of course I felt doubt, but I was too much in love to give in to all of my fears. I gave into love.
The night was cold, in its usual December manner. I watched the snowflakes spin and whirl gracefully until they finally came to a resting position on the ground as I cautiously peered out the large window of my small, hidden loft. Crawling into the window seat, I settled myself with a large black crocheted blanket, made by Ama Clutch during my college years at Shiz, and a book, half reading, half watching out the window. I never knew completely what I watching for until that night.
From a good distance away, I could just see the outline of the Emerald City. Its skyscrapers standing erect, the only thing sticking up out of the otherwise flat skyline over the large forest in which I had concealed myself in. I lived on the woodsy outskirts of one suburban Ozian city, though I cannot quite recall the name, that was close enough to civilization for all of my basic needs, but far enough away from the Emerald City that I never felt the need to worry about anyone finding me. The whole world thought I was dead, anyway, and the loft was the perfect place for me. I lived upstairs, which was large for one person, and downstairs I stored things like firewood and food, which was quite helpful. As long as I blended in well in public, wore many cloaks, gloves, and covered any part of my emerald skin, I was able to live an almost normal life. I didn’t go out much in the first place, but leaving in the winter was easier, because I had a better excuse to be wearing so much clothing. The snow on the ground made it occasionally tricky, but with my many layers of skirts and cloaks and thick socks, along with large laced up boots, I managed quite well for a girl who was allergic to water. It was more difficult in the summer, when I was constantly questioned about my dress and appearance.
I didn’t notice the trance I had fallen into, admiring the shiny green of the Emerald City with its snow-capped buildings until I heard a sharp knock at the door downstairs. I tensed. Only the townspeople knew that I lived there, and they had never bothered me before. Throwing my book down and scrambling out of the window seat, I ran to my shelf, crammed with books and pulled out the most voluminous one. The Grimmerie hadn’t been used for a while, but I had bookmarked the page of a memory incantation, and quickly memorized it before grabbing my broom from the hanging coat rack, where it rested between two rungs. If needed, I could hit them with it, use the memory incantation, and wake them up, saying that their help was much appreciated in chopping my firewood. I could spare an axe, if necessary, and tell my visitor that he came with it, to do me a favor and chop wood for me. That was a good enough plan, simple, but the townsfolk were too.
I slowly descended the stairs, broom in hand, muttering the incantation under my breath so I wouldn’t forget it. “Who is it?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound higher than it really was. This squeakiness and highness of my vocal tone reminded me of Glinda.
“Elphaba?” I heard from outside the door.
“Oh, Shiz,” I said under my breath, and slowly cracked the door. “Quiet!” I yelled at the unknown figure. “Who are you?”
“Elphaba…” the voice pleaded.
Reluctantly, I opened the door entirely. And fainted dead away on the floor as soon as I realized who was standing in front of me.
This is actually my second Wicked fanfic, my first one wasn't as good though, and I have been dying to write a nice, juicy, Fiyeraba fanfic for the longest time, but had yet to be inspired. Today that changed.
This story is untitled so far, and if anyone wants to leave a title suggestion, let me know. (Note: I'm considering the title "Sweet December". Like it? Hate it? Have a better idea?) I've written three chapters so far, and, just to be wicked (pardon the pun), I'm only going to post one today. Please comment and tell me if it's good enough to continue!
WARNING: FIYERABA GOODNESS AHEAD!
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Chapter 1
It was a sweet December. Sweet for me, but all sweetness turns sour in the end, and I knew that this would when it began. How was I to deny it? As strong as I am, I was too tempted, had been for years, and it was finally my time. Of course I felt doubt, but I was too much in love to give in to all of my fears. I gave into love.
The night was cold, in its usual December manner. I watched the snowflakes spin and whirl gracefully until they finally came to a resting position on the ground as I cautiously peered out the large window of my small, hidden loft. Crawling into the window seat, I settled myself with a large black crocheted blanket, made by Ama Clutch during my college years at Shiz, and a book, half reading, half watching out the window. I never knew completely what I watching for until that night.
From a good distance away, I could just see the outline of the Emerald City. Its skyscrapers standing erect, the only thing sticking up out of the otherwise flat skyline over the large forest in which I had concealed myself in. I lived on the woodsy outskirts of one suburban Ozian city, though I cannot quite recall the name, that was close enough to civilization for all of my basic needs, but far enough away from the Emerald City that I never felt the need to worry about anyone finding me. The whole world thought I was dead, anyway, and the loft was the perfect place for me. I lived upstairs, which was large for one person, and downstairs I stored things like firewood and food, which was quite helpful. As long as I blended in well in public, wore many cloaks, gloves, and covered any part of my emerald skin, I was able to live an almost normal life. I didn’t go out much in the first place, but leaving in the winter was easier, because I had a better excuse to be wearing so much clothing. The snow on the ground made it occasionally tricky, but with my many layers of skirts and cloaks and thick socks, along with large laced up boots, I managed quite well for a girl who was allergic to water. It was more difficult in the summer, when I was constantly questioned about my dress and appearance.
I didn’t notice the trance I had fallen into, admiring the shiny green of the Emerald City with its snow-capped buildings until I heard a sharp knock at the door downstairs. I tensed. Only the townspeople knew that I lived there, and they had never bothered me before. Throwing my book down and scrambling out of the window seat, I ran to my shelf, crammed with books and pulled out the most voluminous one. The Grimmerie hadn’t been used for a while, but I had bookmarked the page of a memory incantation, and quickly memorized it before grabbing my broom from the hanging coat rack, where it rested between two rungs. If needed, I could hit them with it, use the memory incantation, and wake them up, saying that their help was much appreciated in chopping my firewood. I could spare an axe, if necessary, and tell my visitor that he came with it, to do me a favor and chop wood for me. That was a good enough plan, simple, but the townsfolk were too.
I slowly descended the stairs, broom in hand, muttering the incantation under my breath so I wouldn’t forget it. “Who is it?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound higher than it really was. This squeakiness and highness of my vocal tone reminded me of Glinda.
“Elphaba?” I heard from outside the door.
“Oh, Shiz,” I said under my breath, and slowly cracked the door. “Quiet!” I yelled at the unknown figure. “Who are you?”
“Elphaba…” the voice pleaded.
Reluctantly, I opened the door entirely. And fainted dead away on the floor as soon as I realized who was standing in front of me.
), I wasn't going to post more, but, as long as one person's reading, I might as well post another chapter. Here ya go.
. o well, guess ill just have to wait till saturday. 
