Author's Note: Okay, this is my first Wicked fic. I had the idea for this story the other night while I was lying in bed & decided that I'd put it on here. Mostly based on the musical but some of the book may come into play, I haven't really decided yet. The first chapter may seem a little rushed but I had a hard time getting this chapter where I wanted it. I promise that it will get better. Read & Review! Thanks!

Chapter One: Emerald Eyes

"We can never come back to Oz, can we?" Elphaba asked, even though she already knew the answer.

"No," Fiyero, her lover, replied.

"I only wish…" Elphaba dropped her voice and her head.

"What?" He asked her.

Elphaba glanced at the sky where she knew her one, true friend would be fighting to hold her composure and celebrate her "death" with the citizens of Oz. "Glinda could know that we were alive."

"She can't know; not if we want to be safe. No one can ever know." Fiyero took her hands in his.

It had been over 20 years since the Witch's "untimely demise," but it just seemed like yesterday for Elphaba. And then, there were times when it couldn't seem farther away. Much had changed since then. It had been about 18 years since Fiyero had been killed by a few wandering tribal members high in the Kells. She had been racked with grief at the news, yet there was one who wasn't: Fae had been too young to remember her father.

They had stayed at Kiamo Ko, knowing that no one would ever think to find them there. However, just for precautions, they had moved to a higher tower not too far above the one where the Witch had received her splash. Fae resembled her mother in every aspect except for her emerald skin and her hair was a more chestnut color, instead of black. She was fairly dark skinned, slender, and thin. She had the most shockingly green eyes; they matched Elphaba's own emerald skin. Fae sat calmly on the sill of the window in her small room, staring out into the darkened night sky.

"Fae," Elphaba said getting her daughter's attention. "What are you still doing up at this hour?"

"I was just thinking I guess," Her voice was of a very light nature and had a certain air of regal ness about it. "I want to see the world, Mom, I want to see Oz."

Elphaba sighed; she knew that she couldn't keep her here forever. "I know."

"I know that you'll let me go, but I don't want to leave you here all alone." Fae got up from her perch.

"Fae, you don't need to worry about me. I managed to live by myself for years when I was your age, it'll be no different now." Elphaba smiled at her. "I'm surprised that you didn't ask to leave before now, sweet Oz, you are already 20."

Fae crossed the room and hugged her mother. "I won't let you down."

"You never could." Elphaba grabbed her old broom and handed it to her daughter. "You need to start out, the farther away from here you get, the better. Especially by nightfall."

Fae's eyes started to tear, unlike her mother, water wasn't an issue. "I'll come back, I promise."

Elphaba kissed her daughter on the forehead and bid her speed and safety.

Fae didn't know exactly where she was heading, nor did she really care. For the first time she felt completely free and knew why her mother had loved flying so much. Days passed and she saw many things: farming villages, lakes, the Vinkus River, the Great Kells, the Gillikin River, even the Cloister of Saint Glinda. The sun had just begun to set as she landed and made her way to the gates of the Emerald City.