Mythologydude

What if Elphaba's powers weren't strong enough. . . what if her enchantment upon the broom didn't last. . .  what if she never flew away? "Stop! It's not her!" cried Elphaba, "She has nothing to do with it, I'm the one you want. . ." she inhaled a frightened sigh.  The guard started to pull at her broom.  "Ahhhhh! No!"  she cried.  "Elphie!" yelled Glinda running in to pull the guards from her.  "Nunununooooo! STOP IT! STOP!" she cried.  The guards threw the broom to the side and pulled Elphaba to the wizard. . .          "Elphie!" they pulled Glinda in a different direction.  Once Glinda was out of sight, Elphaba stopped struggling.  She

                                         From the Embers, and charred                                      wood of the fire place of Raoul, I found upon the ashes scribbled in black ink, this new chapter, a lost chapter in Erik's                                                                                                               TALE...           "You be unharmed your lordship?" asked a hungry peasant villager.  "I be unharmed." Raoul mocked the villager's improper usage of grammar.  "Do not be worried with my troubles! Do as I say!  Capture the one called Erik!  Find him! Bring him. . . to me!"  He ordered.  The villager ra

                                              Now  Erik  has  returned  to                           free  Christine  from  the  doom  that  awaits  her. . .         Erik paced back and forth in his dark home.  "Grandmother" was busy, sewing away at Erik's new blood red cape.  But, this cape was blood red on one side and deep black on the other side.  This cape was a must for the plan.  The worst part of this all was that Raoul was probably polishing a new blade for the wedding. . .  The blade that would pierce his love's deluded heart and claim her life once and for all.  But Erik would not let this come to pass.  No, on the contrary, h

                                         I've done as I always will do. . . I                                        have come to free Erik from his cold                                   loneliness in the alley, wanted by the law...        When Erik new he was safe, his heart stopped pounding.  He was stuck in an alleyway, cold, alone and lost.  Who could find him?  And if someone did, he would be locked away and charged for murder, how could Erik unravel this mess?  What could he do to save Christine from being killed?  Just the though of harm coming to Christine  made Erik sob.  He then knew that it was almost impossible to save her

                                        I have returned after a moments rest                                    to return to the journey that Erik must take. . .               Once Erik placed his cloak on and shielded his face from the world that confused him so deeply, he was ready to start his new journey.  He walked the square and passed the quite tired town crier.  The crier stared at his cloaked face and then cried, "Large fire burns down the house of Dame Olga,  Burned he so severely she was turned to ash!"  Erik's eyes widened at this.  Poor Dame Olga, and what a ravenous fire to be burnt to ashes.  But no matter, he was not here