I'm Not Wicked

Part Seven

Dorian watched her with a sad but annoyed expression.

"I never wanted any of this to happen." Dorian said, looking Eleanor in the eye.

"Oh, really!" Eleanor yelled, making Dorian step back, "What part are you referring to? The part where Mal and I went back to the isle? Or was it that you didn't want to come to the Isle with Gabriela? Or, oh, I don't know; the part where your best friends got kidnapped by pirates?!"

Dorian stepped back once more, looking at Eleanor with confusion as he noticed her eyes were...

...Glowing green?

He continued to look at her with confusion. Eleanor noticed this and got more annoyed.

"What are you looking at, farm brat?!" Eleanor yelled at him.

At this moment, the rest of the group (minus Mal) walked in.

Carlos quickly grabbed Eleanor's shoulders making her eyes stop glowing, an angry expression still on her face.

After everyone calmed down a bit, Dorian spoke.

"I thought magic didn't work on the isle. Isn't that the whole point?" Dorian asked loudly.

"Evil magic." Evie corrected, looking over at Eleanor.

Dorian had a puzzled expression on his face, "But you got your magic from your mom? And her magic is obviously evil magic." Dorian said, looking at the rest of the groups faces.

Eleanor walked out with annoyance. Carlos sighed and looked over at Dorian.

"I'll follow her." He said, walking out of the room.

"What did I say?" Dorian asked, looking at Evie and Jay.

Jay gave Evie a look before walking closer to Dorian.

"It's not our place to tell you, but there's a lot more to Elphaba and Fiyero's story than you know. And Ella has to live with it, too." Jay said, Evie gave a nod.

Dorian once again looked very confused.

"Who?" He asked.

Evie and Jay looked at each other with a sigh before looking back at Dorian. The two spoke in unison,

"The Wicked Witch and the Scarecrow."

***

"Ella?" Carlos said.

"I'm going to strangle him!" Eleanor practically yelled.

"Okay, hold that thought," Carlos said gently.

He pulled her over to a chair and sat down next to her.

"I know you could use magic on the Isle before, but not... that much magic." Carlos said, looking at her with a worried expression.

"I guess being in Auradon triggered it-or something." Eleanor responded, putting her head in her hands.

Carlos put a hand on her back, "Is there anything I could do to help?" He asked, trying to be comforting.

"No, not really," Eleanor laughed, looking back up at him, "I can't stay in Auradon; because I'm scared I'll hurt someone. And I can't stay on the Isle; because I'll break Gabriela's heart."

Carlos gave her a hug. Eleanor hugged him back, catching him by surprise.

"I'm tragic." Eleanor said sadly, still hugging him tightly.

Carlos pulled back and looked at her, holding onto her shoulders.

"You know what? You are tragic," Carlos said, looking at his friend.

Eleanor looked down a bit, "I know that."

"I didn't say it was a bad thing," Carlos said, making her stare back up at him with confusion.

Carlos gave her a small smile,
"You're beautifully tragic."