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Fiyero Normann Jonathan Christophe Rupert Tigleaar might not be her One True Love, but he was *still her friend* as much as her (one-time) lover. Which meant OF DAMN COURSE she was going to try *her HARDEST* to save him!! Just like she'd s- *TRIED TO save Boq*. Tried to FREE him, the Munchkin boy-turned-man who would have also been her friend from childhood if life had been kinder and was really truly in love with neither her sister -who was now *DEAD* and *hadn't even been given a proper funeral or memorial service*; whose precious beautiful shoes had been *STOLENROBBEDTAKENAWAY*- nor G(a)linda 'the Good Witch'...
With her eyes as green as her skin yet darker in hue rather than lighter BURNING but not yet overflowing, Elphaba Thropp the so-called Wicked Witch of the West feverishly flipped through the Grimmerie and chanted at the same time, concentrating with all her might on the Vinkus | Winkie prince/captain of the Gale Force who was being beaten more cruelly and fiercely than even SHE had ever been while under Fath- Frexspar's roof and thumb somewhere in a Munchkin cornfield. *Beaten and STRUNG UP*- in need of helphelpHELP *NOW*-!!!!
No- she didn't just chant. She SANG a spell over and over. Just like Before with poor Chistery, who was now the leader of *her* Emerald Guards...
~"*Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen...
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen*...
Let his flesh not be torn-
Let his BLOOD leave *no STAIN*;
*Though they beat him,
LET HIM FEEL NO PAIN*!
*Let his bones never break*,
And however they try to *DESTROY* him,
Let him NEVER die!!
*LET HIM NEVER DIE*...!!!
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen-
*Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum*-
ELEKA- *ELEKA*...!!!!"~
The spell suddenly froze up and STOPPED, causing her to groan/cry out in anguish, frustration, and fury... or *so it seemed* as a fully-healed but still very very sore Fiyero was whisked away to safety from Oz altogether and his former companions/current torturers were both thrown and blown back with the force of a bomb. -And unbeknownst to Elphaba, because she had sensed the need for *HELP*, despite not being a Wishing Faerie, she had also rescued another young 'prince'. One with eyes as blue as Fiyero's but with much darker slightly thicker hair, a smaller build more thin than slim and lithe, and just-acquired long grey donkey ears and a matching tail who happened to be *made of white pinewood*. A blue-eyed black-haired rosy-cheeked boy of about fourteen to fifteen years of age with a strange yet cute charming nose as 'tragically beautiful' as either Nessa or G(a)linda who landed right in the middle of that same now-BLOOD-SPATTERED cornfield that Fiyero had just blessedlythankfully been rescued from...
"ARGH!!! ~*What is this chanting*???!!
I don't even know what I'm reading!!
I don't even know *WHICH trick* I ought to try...!!!
*Fiyero, WHERE ARE YOU*!!?!??
Already DEAD or *bleeding*????!!
Well, *one more DISASTER* I can add to my
Generous supply...!!
No good deed goes UNPUNISHED;
No *act of charity* goes *UNRESENTED*...!
'*No good deed goes UNPUNISHED*'-
That's my new creed...!
For my road of *GOOD intentions*
Led to where such roads *ALWAYS* lead:
*No good deed goes unpunished*...!!!
Nessa- Boq- DULCIBEAR- DR. DILLAMOND-
*Fiyero*...
-*FIYERO*...!!!!~"
([But even though Elphaba felt as though she'd FAILED *YET AGAIN*, elsewhere a lovely blonde-haired *faerie* whose eyes were as blue as her dress and hair-ribbon as opposed to the color of dark chocolate heaved a great sigh and wiped away tears of grief, sorrow, worry, and RELIEF. Because *FINALLY*, even if not yet Home, her ward- her godchild- *her NEPHEW* was at least *safe*...!!!])
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Pinocchio was STILL terrified and scared and confused. Even more so due to his being *strung up again*. TIED UP/DOWN again!! *And with Jiminy nowhere to be found* on top of that...!!!
He sniffled- whimpered to the point of sobbing; felt his eyes become *wet* and HOT as a hard rough salty lump formed in his throat- But this time, he *DIDN'T cry*. This time, he tried to be *brave*. *TRULY* brave with a capital 'B'. Because even if he WAS strung up/tied down, (seemingly) all alone, and *STILL* Not Home, at the very least he was *safe*. At least THEY were *GONE*- the strange scary coach full of laughing chattering 'cat-calling' boys and girls pulled by awful small donkeys with sad scared eyes included as well as Honest Jo- Foulfellow, Gideon, St- Stro- Strom- Stromboli, and his- *his 'FRIENDS'* the Ch-Chicken Farmer and the Gr-Green Fisherman...!
So- So he would count his blessings. He would *think POSITIVELY* like- like *Father* would, if not Jiminy or the Blue Fairy AKA Zia Chiara. He would try his best and hardest to rescue himself while also hoping and praying for a Good Samaritan to come along and help him; *he WOULD NOT just give in and cry this time*, even though he HURT so horribly inside and out-!!
(The *donkey ears and tail as wooden as the rest of him from head to foot* only just barely registered. Because he well-knew WHY he now had them, even if he probably shouldn't as 'just' a little wooden puppet come to life- even though *he HADN'T BEEN* scooped up on/into the coach and whisked away with his other 'friends' and 'classmates' to someplace B-A-D despite the cheery pleasant-sounding name...
Because it had all been HER idea in the first place. *His 'madre's' idea*. Not Pleasure Island itself, no- but the whole 'inside matching the outside' PERMANENTLY. For *A GOOD REASON*, 'si', but still... [-Which meant he might NEVER get rid of these even once he finallyatlast became a *REAL boy* as he was Her Son; *HER son* as much as Good Geppetto's. That was okay, though. Mostly. Sort of. Couldn't be helped, y' know?? Anymore than his being the son and nephew of a faerie...])
-But when Pinocchio was FINALLY untied and helped down by a young girl as sweet as both Fabiana and Sabina with red-brown plaits tied off with pretty blue ribbons that matched his, Father's, Zia Chiara's, and *HER OWN eyes* wearing a blue-and-white-checked farmgirl dress and white blue-trimmed blouse yet *princess slippers* made of *RUBIES* and tried to say who he was and why he was in what was apparently called 'Oz', ...*he LIED*. Could do *NOTHING* but lie. Not because he WANTED TO, but because nothing resembling anything close to The Absolute Truth would come out of his mouth whenever he tried to speak to either Miss Dorothy Gale or her awful cute and sweet little scruffy black dog named 'Toto' for one reason or another!! (Quote marks on 'reason', of course-!!!)
Meaning that instead of saying that his name was 'Pinocchio' -'Pinocchio Edward Seth Benjamin Belmagio-Tommaso' in full-, he was a stringless marionette puppet come to life thanks to a kind faerie's magic and a just-as-kind but LONELY woodcarver's wish from the depths of his empty heart yearning to be filled, he had a conscience and friend named 'Sir Jiminy Cricket', that what he wanted more than ANYTHING besides making his father proud and happy of him was to be a *REAL real* live living boy, and that he was trying to get HOME like her, he said that he was just *a SCARECROW* and that his dearest wish was to have a BRAIN so that he could be as smart as anyone else instead of a fool whose head was stuffed with straw; that he wasn't afraid of anything except *a lighted match*. (-Well, THAT at least was one-hundred-and-ten-percent true. Even if not burlap and straw, he was still made of *wood*, after all...!)
...And 'Little Woodenhead' had a very nasty sinking feeling that he wouldn't be able to tell this 'Wonderful Wizard of Oz' The Truth either once he, Dorothy, and Toto finally got to the Emerald City. Not HIS *ACTUAL truth*. Only that what 'the Scarecrow' wanted more than anything in the world was a brain rather than *go home* like his newest true actual friend(s)...
*Why*????? He had absolutely no idea. Was it just a matter of 'All magic comes with *a PRICE*'??? -Or had SHE had something to with it like Before with school, the puppet show, and- and *his BEING HURT*???? ...*Both*, maybe????
He. Just. Did. Not. Know-!!! And it took *EVERYTHING* he had to sing, dance, laugh, and fool around while linking arms with Dorothy and either walking or skipping down the long LONG winding road of bricks more *golden-yellow* than red or grey or very rarely blue. To still *NOT cry* either just a little or full-out. -To act BRAINLESS. *Thoughtless* (though thankfully NOT in the *UN-kind* way). Practically *STUPID* like Gid- *Like GIDEON*...
Indeed, strange grieving furious colorful rich female voice who'd chanted something foreign-sounding in his ear as he'd been suddenly whisked away from both the coach to Pleasure Island and Italy altogether- it DID seem like no good deed went unpunished and that *BAD ones* were rewarded one way or another...!!
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([Meanwhile, elsewhere in Pariva, Esperia, Italy, a certain elderly gentle-natured woodcarver and toymaker had just been suddenly magically sent to sleep alongside his pet cat and goldfish. In fact, *the whole of both Pariva and Esperia* was spelled into slumber a la 'Sleeping Beauty' complete with an enchanted barrier of protection...
And a *wicked FAERIE'S* heart was crushed despite being out of her body rather than in it. -As a matter of fact, ALL OF the cruel evil faeries known as 'the Heartless' were killed as a result of Elphaba's sudden burst of power during the healing/protection spell. Not just 'the Crimson Nightingale of Esperia' AKA Pinocchio's mother-of-sorts! ...And so were *their henchmen*.
-Which meant that at least from The Heartless and his RAPISTS/so-called friends, Pinocchio was safe and sound thanks to a certain emerald-complexioned black-clad witch with a bruised battered heart and a scarred soul...])