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[imperfectly_green]

dancingelphie said:

P.S.- Imperfectly, have you dropped Elphaba's Diary off the face of the planet, or will you be updating it at some point again? I liked it!

The Diary is not dead, it's just on vacation in Hawaii or wherever fanfiction goes on its day off. Month off. Or whatever it needs.

Your fans have not deserted you!! Keep posting!

[I Will Be Popular]

*has not deserted thread* Hi!

[defygravity13]

I didn't desert you....my compy is just an @$$-monkey so I couldn't get on here!

[DancingElphie]

It's back, my friends! After rewriting about half the chapter tonight, we've finally finished the long awaited Chapter 19 of Breaking Through the Night. We've worked hard on it, and have thrown in yet ANOTHER plot twist. Oh, and after the Rent quote thing last chapter, I've inserted a Last Five Years quote in there. Its more like a partial quote, but its pretty darn close. Cookies to whoever finds it! I hope you enjoy it.
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The guards escorted the brunette girl to her room quickly. Their chief had told them enough about her to be scared. They took her down on drab hall to the next, until finally they arrived upon her room. Bowing quickly, they made haste to the nearest exit. The girl laughed inwardly at their fear, reveling in the feeling of absolute power.

Desmona began unpacking her things from the small weathered bag. It was all she had in the world, and it didn't about too much. Her hands rested on the Grimmerie. She gently pulled it out, studying its cover. This was it. This was the key to everything she had ever wanted. She became engulfed in the thoughts of power, domination, riches-

"What took you so long?"

The voice behind her pulled her from her thoughts with a jump. She continued to put things away, not even bothering to turn and look at the figure standing by the window. His figure was long and lanky, even for a scarecrow, and his straw was a brilliant shade of gold. His expression thought wasn't one of painted on happiness. His eyes held a murderous look in his eyes. One that showed how much he had been through in his lifetime.

"Why, did you miss me?" said she, shutting the door to the drawer that contained her singular dress.

"Hardly," he began to shake a miniature snow globe of the once bright Emerald City. "I want this over with as quickly as possible. I want out of this body, and I want to go home."

He noticed how her temperament suddenly turned angry, as if someone had lit a match under a barrel of Winkie gunpowder. "You won't leave a second before I say so," her voice began to rise. "Not until you have helped me capture that Shen A-"

"Ali"

"Whatever! Not until you help me catch Ali, Fae, and Blaise. As soon as they are mine, you can get your body back. You seem to forget that I am the one with the power here. I'm the one who can get you out of this mess," she lit a match and held it perilously close to his face. "Don't make me do something I'll regret."

This hardly seemed to phase the figure. His expression never faltered, his just stood looking at the woman. He almost wished that she would drop the match, ending this horror story. He was sick of living, at least sick of living like this. But he saw no choice. Desmona was his key to freedom, and until then he was under her thumb.

"Besides," Desmona said, her voice turning sultry as she blew out the match. "Things could always be a lot worse than they are. I'm the only one in your life who has not just forsaken you and left you for dead."

The scarecrow nodded, his calm, cold face ever the same. "I know," he said quietly. "I know."

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Ali's eyes opened as the sun started to invade the threadbare cloth that the tent was made out of. She felt an arm around her waist, and thought, "Was it all a dream? Is Amirio really alive and I've been dreaming?" an expression of hope crossing her face. She quickly turned over to see Blaise, still fast asleep, but also very injured from the torture the Gale Force had used on the boy. She quickly removed his arm from her waist, and sat up wearily as she truly remembered the events of the past week.

How she had survived, she wasn't really sure. She walked outside of the tent, and watched the sun break through the darkness that was the night, and bring hope to the world. "Maybe," she thought to herself, "It could bring hope to my mind," as she set off for a small clearing not too far away.

As she cleared a small spot of leaves to sit down on, she remembered the events specifically of the last night, and remembered the terrible horror Fae had caused. She had burned all those people to death, without even a simple thought! It had been horrifying, and all in the name of love. For Fae to think that she was the only one to have felt lost love was astounding to Ali. Surely Fae had remembered Amirio's death! Worst of all, Ali was the whole reason that he had died. Fae couldn't know how that felt. She couldn't, and it was wrong for her to think she ever could.

Yet, despite the anger Ali still felt for Fae, she couldn't deny that she too had made a stupid decision. They both knew that their personalities complemented each other- just one by themselves wasn't strong enough to defeat this force. They both knew that.

"It's growing stronger, I know," Ali said out loud. The events that had led to Ali finding Blaise proved that. Normally, Ali wouldn't think of such a thing. Yet, it had happened, and Ali had been willing to let everyone die. That scared her, more than anything in her life.

You know, you shouldn't over think things so much," a familiar voice said from behind. "You'll rot your brain out, as Fae says."

"Don't act so enthusiastic, your royal highness," Blaise replied, his tone returning to the natural big brother tone it took with Ali. "I was just trying to help. You are taking this burden way too strong. There was nothing you could do. The stone wa-"

"If I don't stop it, who will? Who will? No one has a true idea that it’s there except for about seven people in all of Oz. Two of them are captured and possibly dead, one doesn't even know where it is, another has run off to who knows where, and then there's the two of us. We have to stop it," Ali said as she tried to stop her voice from cracking. "We have to."

“I didn't say not stop it. Letting it win isn't an option. I said stop taking every failure as the worst thing in your life," Blaise said, his tone gaining power as he continued. "You and Fae, you have a gift that hardly anyone else possesses. It will be strong enough to save Oz. But have you noticed that when you two are separated or begin to doubt, you come up short? That's the problem."

"Are you suggesting we find each other again? I won't go with a murderer. I can't."

"Damnit Ali would you just shut up and listen! She's not a murder. Remember when you found out about Amirio? I saw you. You wanted to kill Desmona with your bare hands, but you didn’t' have the chance. Fae had that chance and took it. I'm not saying what she did is right, but you know what? We all would have done the same thing."

He kicked a rock with the toe of his boot, and then looked Ali straight in the eyes. "If you deny her forgiveness, then you have already lost the battle, and Amirio died for nothing."

Ali was stuck. On one hand, she could go and ask for forgiveness from Fae, and they could take the Darkness on together. On the other hand, they could each go by themselves and try to defeat it as one singular person. Ali didn't think she could admit she was wrong to Fae, but it might be their only change and saving things. Did she honestly have a choice?

"All right, all right," Ali said quietly. "We'll go and find them as soon as we can. But, until then, don't you need to heal?"

"I'll manage," he said, wincing as he pulled himself to his feet. "I've got to find her. Until then, I'm not resting."

"Well... if you're sure."
"I am." Blaise stared out at the landscape, then turned to face Ali once again. "Where do we start?"

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Fae's face turned towards the east, where the sun should be rising. Yet, there was nothing there to greet her. Nothing but the sky turning to a paler shade of grey than the dark cloak it had taken in the night. "It fits my mood," she thought, sighing to herself.

When she had left Shiz, she had been so sure of herself, so sure of the fact that she and Ali could do it. They could save Oz. They were the key. Their mother's had simply underestimated them. But as the going continued, and the stakes rose higher, she wondered if they had been foolish to leave the relative safety of the school. Now her Uncle Fiyero was tangle in the mess along with them, and it didn't seem that they would be unraveling the knot anytime soon.

Fae flinched as a hand fell on her shoulder, and turned her head to see who had joined her in her misery. "Good morning Fae," Fiyero said with as good a nature as he could muster.

"What's good about it?" she asked, with a slight sarcastic smile. "The fact that over one hundred people were killed by my hand? The fact that Ali is all alone out there? Or, I know! The fact that my boyfriend is probably dead! No, Uncle Fiyero," she said with a sigh. "I don't know what a good morning is anymore. Now a days a good morning is a morning when I wake up and I'm where I was the night before.”

Fiyero looked at his niece, who seemed to have aged ten years as he watched her speak. "I don't even know how you found me, but I pity you for doing so. You would have been safer and better off back at the castle."

"Fae, I don't know what's gotten into you, but you have to snap out of it. Everything will be fine, and I don't regret a minute of coming and finding you kids. Now, I need to know what's going on and why you... what you did," Fiyero said with some amount of difficulty at the end. Though he was very very curious about what had happened to his own daughter and the other events, it was more important at the moment to find out what was killing Fae from the inside out.

"What did I do?" Fae said, chuckling to herself. "What did I do. You know, I can't really answer that question myself. I've never really done anything terrible. At least, nothing so terrible as to deserve this fate. But then again, that's not what you were getting at."

"Let's see, where to start. I was pretty, so I got raped. Then I was in love, so my boyfriend was killed. Then I was angry, and I killed them all. No member of Gale Force Battalion 66 is living, and I'm ecstatic about it. When I am happy that they all suffered, Ali is gone. And when I finally decide to get out of this entire mess, here comes Uncle Fiyero, riding in triumphantly to 'save' his wayward niece.”

"Fae, I have no clue what is going on with you, bu-"

"No clue! No clue! Didn't you just hear a word I said? I've been fighting against something that is impossible to fight against! I'm not even sure if I'm on the right side anymore! Sure as hell seems that I'm not. I'm sick of those I love getting hurt, and most of all I am sick of ME getting hurt. How do we know that this isn't for the best? So far, the only uprising I've heard about is us. Everyone else seems to be pretty happy. I want to be happy again. I'm sick of suffering."

"Fae, you can be, but we have to defeat this force first! You can do it, I know-"

"That's where you are wrong. I can’t do it. Not anymore. I'm sick of fighting against something that's just hurting me more. If the 'dark side' of Oz is the one that is going to protect those I love, I'm fighting with it."

Fiyero's painted on eyes grew wide as he looked at his niece, and realized how much the Darkness could truly twist a soul. This was Fae, who was always the happy and hopeful one. Yet, here she was before him, her hair that she had treasured cut off in a choppy bob, her dress torn and stained, and her face looking like she had aged ten years since he last saw her. This wasn't Fae. Fae wouldn't have wanted to join in this Darkness; she would have wanted to fight it, shouldn't she? But here she was joining this force. "Fae, think about what you're doing, please. Please think about this."

"I’m through thinking!" she shot her hand across and caused a huge gust of wind to blow, sending Fiyero flying through the sky. She watched him hit a tree, slumping to the ground unconscious when he fell. "And I'm through talking to you."

Fae conjured up her bubble, which now had a strange reddish cast to it rather than the once gentle pink. She knew what she had to do. She would head to the Emerald City and turn herself in. She probably was an infamous criminal by now, and she was sure whoever was ruling would speak to her. Then she would declare her loyalty to them, and do whatever was asked or necessary. She would be happy, and she would stop hurting.
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Desmona seemed to be sleeping soundly, curled up snugly on top of the plush palace bed. The scarecrow inhabiting the room with her still sat up in a chair, watching the fire pop and sizzle. Maybe it would be easier to just stick himself in it. He hated this new form of his. He didn't feel complete, he couldn't feel alive. And to think the only person who seemed to give a wit about him did this... this... monstrosity to him. He considered the past few months with Ali had been wonderful at the time, but in hindsight, had she been controlling him all along? With those powers of hers, he could be manipulating her and he wouldn't even know it. 'Sounds just as wonderful as her decision to kill me,' he thought in his mind with his anger burning as hot as the fire.

He felt the stone around his neck, cold and hard, just as his heart had become. 'I should have died,' he thought with self-pity. 'An eternity in hell- if there is a soul- would be better than this life.'

Desmona seemed to move restlessly in his sleep, and Amirio immediately stiffened. In some part of his mind, he finally realized how much control this stone seemed to have over them all- causing his behavior t change into something he barely recognized, sending the rest of his life in a downward spiral. Desmona may have claimed to be his savior, but she was also the one who held the keys to getting out of this body that seemed to trap him. If he hadn't reacted like that... But 'what ifs' were of no use now. This was the present, and Amirio would just have to live with the consequences.

[galindafiedgirl215]

Wow, yet another plot twist! Sorry guys I just couldn't resist, and if you don't like it I take full responsibility. So, what do you think of the chapter?

[DancingElphie]

She better take full responsibility for it. We (more like GG) came up with three ideas to incoperate into the chaptter, and all of them would be "perfect". Only one ends p in the final piece. If that doesn't say something, I don't know what would.

[defygravity13]

Yay!Plot twist!Exciting!

I LOVE THIS STORY!You guys are A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!

[I Will Be Popular]

Wow! Nooo! Fae can't turn herself in!

[idina]

wow that was really good! i love your story! it's amazing!

[~Wind Phoenix~]

*is back*

WooT! Love it as always! Is the whole thing up on ff.net? Including this chapter?

[DancingElphie]

Well, except for this chapter. I'm in charge of updating on there, and I like to edit one more time before I post it there. So its typically a bit slower updating, but I can try and do that soon. Its under the title of Breaking Through the Night, and the pen name is pink_saber_girl (talk to GG bout that one.).

[galindafiedgirl215]

*sigh* Are you EVER going to let that go? We post BttN on my fanfiction.net account. I have posted one or two Star Wars stories, so I thought that since I had more of them it would be alright to change my penname to match my one on theforce.net. Needless to say (if you didn't catch that from her post) that didn't go over so well with Dee. We are okay though lol!

[no_good_deed]

wow...::is speechless:: that's great! oh my goodness!!!! i thought that it was fiyero but it wasn't! OH MY GOD! great work guys keep it up!

[galindafiedgirl215]

defyinggravity13- Thank you *blush* I'm really glad you are enjoying it. This will probably be out last major plot twist for awhile (I had to agree to that to get this one, hehehe), but the 'fun' never stops for these girls!

I Will Be Popular- Oh yes she can! As we speak I am writing Fae's walk on the dark side, if you will. It's actually quite a fun, yet challenging, piece. But don't worry. THere is always hope of redemtion. . . maybe. *evil laugh*

idina- Thanks a mil! We are having so much fun writing it for you guys! Keep checking back for more updates!

~Wind Phonix~- Thanks! Glad to have you back

no_good_deed- It's wonderful to see this chapter had the intended effect *wicked grin*. Thanks again!

[~Wind Phoenix~]

dancingelphie said:

Well, except for this chapter. I'm in charge of updating on there, and I like to edit one more time before I post it there. So its typically a bit slower updating, but I can try and do that soon. Its under the title of Breaking Through the Night, and the pen name is pink_saber_girl (talk to GG bout that one.).

lol

Ok, then. I'll probally go to ff.net sometime soon and re-read everything, because I'm getting confused after not having read the story so long, and there's no comments between the chapters, which makes it hard to read om Verdi.