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[For Elphaba] The Wicked Witch of Barsoom

Barsoom was not a war-torn planet, but it was by no means peaceful. The inhabitants of Helium still had tension with the primitive Tharks. There were raids on trade routes daily that the Jeddak had to deal with. For the most part, Dejah was not involved with the affairs of her father. She was too busy working with her theories and scientific research.

The presence of John Carter had brought more knowledge of the Ninth Ray to Helium. Dejah was determined to harness the power of the Ninth Ray to use it herself.

But for the moment, she was content to relax, sitting in the red sand gardens maintained in the royal courtyard. Dejah was clad in her usual loose silks, which had plenty of cutouts and openings to reveal her skin and the patterns tattooed along her long legs and slender arms. Jewels and metals adorned her neck and waist and wrists. Dejah Thoris, the princess of Helium, was renowned as one of - if not the - most beautiful women on Barsoom. Her dark hair fell in waves down her back, part of it secured at the crown of her head with an ornate metal jeweled pin. Her eyes, the richest blue, were pouring over a text of mythology.

She tried to keep her mind off of the husband that had gone missing. She tried not to think of John Carter of Earth.

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Elphaba took the book and bowed her head in respect. She watched as Dejah left and found her desire intensifying as she watched those hips sway. She then left and made her way below the palace to hr tunnel system she had created to better navigate the palace unseen.

When Dejah was in front of her father's chambers a trap would be sprung. Dejah wouldnfind herself bound and gagged and falling through the floors until she stopped in Elphaba's tunnel. Elphaba was no longer in her disguise, she smirked down at Dejah.

Dejah approached her father's chambers, totally unaware that she was being hunted. She had barely gotten to the doorway of her father's chambers when the floor caved beneath her. Dejah cried out as she fell, but her cry was silenced as she suddenly found herself bound and gagged. She hit the ground with a hard 'thud' and grunted despite the gag. Dejah squirmed and tugged her arms in a desperate attempt to free herself.

It was then that she realized she was not alone. Dejah looked up and her blue eyes filled with fear upon seeing the green-skinned woman before her. Was she a Thark? Was she being kidnapped as a war hostage? No...she had two arms, and Tharks had four.

Dejah tried to squirm away to put distance between the two of them.

Elphaba was slightly saddened to see the fear, but then that wiggle to get away was absolutely adorable. She smirked at her victim and motioned to the tunnel surrounding them. "Even if you do get away where exactly would you run too? You have no idea where you are." She said as a form of introduction. She was going to attempt a 'we are trapped together' feeling with Dejah to see if it might work. She wanted to earn the other woman's trust while appearing like herself physically for a change.

Dejah's expression reflected the defeat she felt when the other woman pointed out that she was indeed in a desperate situation. She didn't know where she was or how to get back. She looked up at the other woman and gave her a pleading look. Bound as she was, she couldn't resist or even hope to get away.

But she wanted to understand why exactly this was happening - what had she done? What did her captor want? She couldn't find out any of these things without use of her mouth.

Elphaba gave her a wry smile before reaching down and working on untying Dejah. "Here, follow me. I have made a little home based on what has fallen down into these tunnels. I have yet to find a way out, but maybe with your help I can finally see the sun again." She said in hopes of luring Dejah into a false sense of trust.

Dejah flinched when the other woman approached, but relaxed slightly when she loosened the bonds that held her. She hesitated when she was freed, considering the other woman's words. "All I did was fall down, would it not be a simple matter to just find a way to climb up?"

Dejah wasn't sure about this woman. She just fell down a tunnel and happened to land near this woman? It was strange.

"Who are you?"

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Elphaba smiled a slightly she offered a hand to help her up and then pointed up at the ceiling. "I think this place is emchanted. The place you fell from closed up immediately after you fell through. I'm surprised you were tied up though. You are the first person I have met down here with only two arms though." She said as she motioned towards the tunnel. "Have you eaten recently? We have a bit of a walk to my home." She said.

"Enchanted?" Dejah looked up, looking defeated when she saw that the opening had indeed closed.

Then it registered what she'd said. "Wait, what? Have you seen many others? Do Tharks frequent this place?" That could be dangerous.

Dejah hesitated to answer the other woman's last question. "I...I have not. But I'm not hungry." Dejah wasn't sure she trusted this woman yet.

Elphaba watched as Dejah tried to make sense of some of this. She nodded her head at the question. "A few, but they know some secret I don't. They seem to be able to dig their way out. I think it's the extra set of arms." She said before beginning to walk in a specific direction. "Follow me. I will lead you to my place." She offered.

Dejah still wasn't sure she trusted this woman. But still, she didn't have many options. Besides, she didn't want to be caught alone if a Thark showed up. Dejah hesitated, but followed after her. "You didn't answer me. Who are you?"

Elphaba smirked when Dejah began to follow her on her own. She could always use her magic to help things along, but she wanted to give this a genuine shot without her magic for the time being. She paused and turned to Dejah with an embarrassed smile. "Oh...I'm Elphaba." She gave a slightly nervous laugh. "Who are you?" She asked.

Dejah tilted a brow, trying to take in every move and gesture the woman made. Even stranger, she didn't know who Dejah was. Everyone on Barsoom knew who she was!

"...Dejah Thoris. Princess of Helium." She replied. "You do not know me? Are you of Barsoom?"

Elphaba saw the confusion and hesitation. She returned the confusion for a moment before acting startled as she recognized the title. "A princess? Oh...do I need to bow? Oh! Do I need to call you your highness or something?" She asked as she awkwardly tried to curtsy.

She looked up at Dejah. "I have never heard of Barsoom. Is this somewhere in the Outlands? It doesn't sound like it's part of Oz." She said.

Dejah blinked at Elphaba's outburst. Did she...really not know who she was? She tilted her head as Elphaba rattled off her list.

"I...yes usually 'your highness' would do, but given the circumstances I believe you can call me simply Dejah."

Outlands? Oz? These were places Dejah hadn't heard of. She shook her head slowly. "No, no...I'm told Barsoom, where we are now, is also referred to as Mars, if that is of any help to you."

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Elphaba seemed relieved at that. "I'm glad to hear that. Dejah is a beautiful name." She said as a genuine complement.

Elphaba then looked even more confused when Dejah tried to explain where they were even more. "Mars? I've never heard of that before...that tornado really took me somewhere odd." She said thoughtfully. She didn't look too concerned about being in an odd place. A specific plan to prompt a new line of questioning from Dejah. She was curious if the questions would be out of worry or suspicion.

Dejah tipped her head in thanks. "As is yours. I confess that it does not seem to be a name born of this world. It's quite different and lovely."

When Elphaba didn't seem concerned about being in a new land, once she didn't know by name, Dejah tilted her head, a bit confused.

"You don't seem too upset by this," she observed. "Does it not scare you, being in a new land, potentially a new planet? How long have you been here?"

Elphaba blushed at the complement and praise. She didnlegitimately feel a small thrill at being complemented by someone as beautiful as Dejah. Even if it was simply to be polite.

She shook her head at the questions. "There is magic everywhere from my home. It is not unusual to find yourself in a magical trap and transported somewhere else. It is far safer to simply live your life without worrying what might happen. I have been here for what I guess is two years. It is difficult to truly know without seeing the days go by. It is my best guess based on the few others who have found themselves trapped down here with me." She explained.

Dejah was perplexed and intrigued by the idea of magic. The way it was presented on Barsoom, most 'magic' was actually science. But did this woman have true magi where she came from? It seemed to be so, if magic transported her here - there was no other explanation for a tornado to bring her to another planet altogether. But it was the revelation that she had been here for two years that made Dejah balk.

"Two years? How did you remain hidden for so long? Did you see any combat during Helium's war against Zodanga?" Dejah stepped up a little closer. Was this woman like the Thurns? Did she possess powers to take her to other worlds? Could she take her to be with John Carter again? Dejah suddenly found herself hopeful.

Elphaba watched and waited as Dejah puzzled it out. She gave Dejah a thoughtful look. "Two years is my best guess. Although with those four armed creatures being able to get out soneasily...I do wonder if perhaps this tunnel is a vision and this is a punishment for me so I do not see a way out of the tunnel...". She mused aloud.

Elphaba then looked confused at the war Dejah mentioned.who is Zodanga? Are those the people with four arms?" She asked. Elphaba had indeed seen the war, but had not understood the different people groups.

At first Dejah looked confused, then she remembered Carter saying something similar. "Ahh...you mean some manner of punishment from some deity? Do you have many gods in this 'Oz' you referred to?"

When Elphaba misunderstood, Dejah couldn't help chuckling a bit and shaking her head. "No, no - Zodanga is a place. It was the opposing city of Helium, my city, during the war between the two," she explained. If this woman had been here for two years, how did she not know more about the war between Zodanga and Helium?

"My father attempted to marry me to the Jeddak of Zodanga, to unify the kingdoms and put an end to the war."

Elphaba nodded her head at first. "Yes, her name is Ozma. However, she is a very kind goddess towards women. It's men she does not give much good fortune to."

Elphaba listened carefully at the explanation and shook her head slowly. "No, I'm sorry. I have not heard of this warndown here in mybtunnel. I'm sorry your father was goin to force you into such a thing. Did you like the man?" She asked.

Dejah was beginning to sense a theme to this place Elphaba hailed from. But she kept quiet on the matter, she didn't want to insult her. She couldn't help chuckling softly at the notion that this goddess of theirs did not smile upon men.

"We have a goddess here, Issus. She too is benevolent, but will not hesitate to punish her children if they go against her will," she explained.

Dejah hesitated to answer her question. "...No. He was a cruel man. A vile man. The fact that my father would have sold me to him..." she sighed. It had been in good will - wanting peace for Barsoom. Dejah gestured to the house Elphaba had led her to. "Shall we go inside? If Tharks come through her as you say, it would be best to avoid crossing their paths."

Elphaba legitimately felt both sad and angry at the position Dejah had been put into. "I do not like hearing about women who were forced into something by their parents for 'peace and prosperity'. It sickens and angers me." She said honestly.

At the mention of Tharks, Elphaba pushed the door open and motioned for Dejah to enter. "You are not friends with these Tharks? Why?" She asked curiously.

Dejah pressed her lips together. She agreed with Elphaba, but she knew her father's intentions had been good...just she was still so angry with him for treating her as a bargaining chip.

"My father was never cruel to me," Dejah clarified. "He...had a lapse in judgment, I am convinced."

Dejah stepped into the house, a small smile breaking across her dark red lips. "It's not that we are not allies...they are just aggressive by nature, and more likely to shoot or maim first and ask questions later."

Elphaba noted the press of lips and knew exactly what was not communicated. She let some sympathy fill her eyes as she regarded Dejah. "I truly hope it was simply a lack of judgement. It is not a life to live if you have a father who wishes you to be gone...no matter the means." She said softly before closing the door behind them and tilting her head to look in slight confusion at Dejah.

"They all seemed friendly enough when I crossed paths with them. Or perhaps that is because my skin is green." She said. As Dejah explored, she would find a large book sitting on a pedestal along a wall.

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