A child of the Wicked [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 3 - We're Just Two Friends...

'Glinda the Good,' I said sadly, 'but I heard them talking about two other people, I think that that are your parents.'
He nodded sadly: 'Sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I already expected something like that.'

In the following weeks Alassè and Fenáro became close friends. They promised each other not to tell their parents. They went for long walks together. They just told their parents they were walking alone. A couple of weeks later they sat down besides the fountain in the park.

'Eh, Alassè, I've got something to confess, eh...' Fenáro said.
'Fenáro, what's wrong?' I asked worriedly. He looked to the ground: 'I didn't keep my promise.' I looked at him curiously, he continued, 'See, when I came home yesterday, my mum asked where I've been. So I answered walking. Then my dad said they didn't believe it. So I told them, about you, about our walks in the park and the Emerald City. My mum said: "But that's not a reason to hide it for us." So I told them about your family.'
I looked at him a little shocked: 'How did they react?'
'Mum said it was okay, she said not everyone is like their parents. But she said I had to watch out for Morrible too. That Morrible could use you when she finds out.'
I looked at him surprisedly: 'My mum would never react so soft. She would at least be really mad at me.'
He mumbled something.
'What did you say?' I asked.
'I said Horrible Morrible, that's a nickname mum and Glinda gave her.'
I giggled: 'I guess it's very striking.'
Fenáro looked at me like I was crazy: 'We're talking about your mother, you know.'
'Well, that doesn't make her less horrible.'

When I came home that day, my mum was waiting for me.
'What have you been doing the last three hours?'
'Well, walking.'
'Alone?' she asked with a scary sweet voice. I nodded. She came closer to me: 'I am your mother, you can tell me everything.'
I took a step back. 'Of course. But there's nothing to tell.'
I ran away, not knowing what to do.

Morrible POV:
I watched Alassè running away, that girl knew something I didn't want her to know.
'Do you want me to kill her?' my Captain of the Guards asked.
'No,' I answered, 'something better.'

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When you hate Morrible, raise your hand. *everybody raises hand* When you love Morrible, raise your hand. *nobody raises hand* I hate Madame Morrible soooo hard!!! I can't believe it is possible to hate a fictional character that much. So I have a question for you, guys: does anyone else sometimes have the feeling Oz is real? And, as always, comment with your tips, questions, suggestions and compliments. I love comments, they really make my day! So, comment!!! I know this was a (maybe too) long AN.
See you next time, sweeties!
Xxx, Alassë.