Why Does Elphaba Fake Her Death Novels & Stories

Elsa made up an instant reply for Fleur “He did…”With a sour smile, Fleur looked at her hand and tears rolled down in her eyes “Sniff…..”Fleur couldn’t stop her rolling tears that fell on Elsa’s hand “You are crying? What happened?" Elsa let go of the hand and held onto her face and lifted it, she saw her mother’s eyes sad “It's about Mike…I don’t know where he is,……….Everyone is saying he is dead..”Without a reason, Fleur felt comfortable with Fleur and told her about her sadness

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

"Aldric was burned on a funeral pyre and his ashes were scattered over the Frostfang Refuge months ago! What are you talking about? Did you suddenly decide you were in love with a dead male all along?" "Stop talking rubbish!" I snap, my fingers tightening on the cold mirror. "I saw someone today. He had his exact face, his exact build! They were completely identical! I could swear on my blood that it was him!" "Did you get knocked down because you were sprinting across a road to chase a ghost?" Garrick’s tone turns deeply mocking. "My dear Elowen, the male is dead. Do you honestly believe an Alpha comes back from a shredded core? Unless he staged a treasonous fake death to fool the Grand Alp

I survived that devouring Loween City dynasty—and then the Gambling King died suddenly. Nathan and Nathan Jr. finally sent word: I was permitted to fake my death and come home. But the three conditions attached to that message were nothing but humiliation. Even the servants were outraged on my behalf. But all I wanted was to go home—to return to my mother's side. So I faked my death and came back to the Hartwell house, becoming exactly what they wanted me to be: silent, submissive, invisible. No more fighting. No more tears. After all, I was never anything more than a traveler who was desperate to go home.

"I watched it. She rehearsed it, Aiden. Multiple times. She knew exactly how she was going to fall. Exactly how it would look." "Send it to me." "Why? So you can delete it? So your PR team can make it disappear?" "So I can see what you're talking about." His voice rose. "Because right now, you sound paranoid. You sound like you're trying to smear someone who almost died." Almost died. The words hit like a slap. "She didn't almost die. She put on a show." "The tox screen doesn't lie, Elara. She had chemicals in her system. Real chemicals that could have killed her."

I no longer knew which was real or not. “That Elf you trust so much has cast dark magic; she is trying to get you to leave me, to say I am not your mate and she is, but its lies, surely you know it is lies. We have been together for so long, and now she comes up from the archives and tries to break everything we have,” she sobbed inconsolably, clutching my shirt in her hands and looking at me with such sorrow.

I’ve spent the past few days trying to convince myself that she isn't dead and now that someone else is saying it, I’m fighting it. “Yes, but so did dad when Dreaya faked her death that first time.” That makes my brows crease. “She wanted him to believe she was dead so she could easily switch back into the next person she wanted.” “Are you saying that is what—“she doesn’t wait for me to finish, already shaking her head. “What I’m saying is, if she let you kill her so easily, then this isn’t the end.” What she said to me before she died came to my head. ‘Goodbye, for now.’

“You won’t just serve me, Elowyn. You’ll mate with the Alpha and carry his child for us.” My breath caught. “What?” Her smile deepened, her voice soft and slow. “I can’t be the one who fulfills the prophecy that Kieran’s Luna will die in childbirth.” She stepped even closer. Her eyes locked on mine. “You will bear his child, Elowyn.” I stared at her, horror rising in my throat. “You want me to die instead of you?” Sabrina said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her smile said everything.

Silas asked. "To be truly free, we have to 'Die' in their world," Lyra said. "We have to give them the 'Tragic Ending' they've been paying for, so they finally stop looking." Silas felt a wave of cold terror. "You want us to... to 'Fake' the liquidation?"

He says the chair is his source, but it's just a trick. It hurts to swallow. "A fake?" He nods, and it hurts to breathe. "A real source doesn't exist." It's him. He has a very old piece hidden deep inside him. Because of this, killing him would mean killing this place. The truth hurts me deeply. Elara's plan to destroy the throne will stop his death. But that much magic"It will kill her before it kills him." Kael's blood is running down my arm because he has his hand on my wrist. "Then you need to get to her first." She must stop.