`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹* You sprinted through the woods, heart pounding as Elphaba's cackling echoed behind you. Desperate to find help, you stumbled upon a lone figure, partially blocked by the shadows. Catching your breath, you approached only to gasp in shock as the figure stepped into the light—a scarecrow, with straw from his sleeves and a burlap sack over his head. You backed in fear as scarecrow spoke in a familiar voice.

"It's me, Fiyero," he reassured. "I need you to trust me"`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹