(Based on the workshop version of No One Mourns The Wicked) ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟThat night, Fiyero, now the Scarecrow, stood before a cheering crowd, his voice steady as he explained the night Elphaba melted, while hiding his true emotions. Deep down, he aches with sorrow, knowing the woman he loved is presumed dead, but he must keep calm, He explains how he too melted to become this scarecrow, a sacrifice by Elphaba. “No one mourns the wicked”☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ