Here is the 10th (!!!!!) chapter. This is going to hurt. Really much. Just to warn you!

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'Well, we suddenly moved here. Morrible said to the people who lived here that she was the person who killed the Wicked Witch of the East, and that was the reason why she was the real governor of Munchkinland. She threw everyone in the dungeons who stood up against her. So she did with the former governor of Munchkinland, Belegornor. The people who agreed with her could work for her, but they're not much better off than the people in the dungeons. They - we - work hard for little. And, she brought her "guards" here, I know some of them need to be in prison, but I guess most of them should. Those guards constantly talk about The Boy Downstairs, The Green Witch and The Good Witch. Who are those people? What do they want to do with them? Did Morrible really kill the Wicked Witch of the East? Alassè, what is happening?'

I looked at her, could I trust her? Yes, I thought I could. Could I tell her the truth about Elphaba? I didn't know. I didn't want to destroy our relationship.
'Yes, Morrible killed the Wicked Witch of the East. She did. But, at that moment, she didn't claim her right to become the new governor of Munchkinland. The munchkins called a new governor of Munchkinland. Did she have the right to claim the government after all those years? I don't think so. The Boy Downstairs is...' I couldn't talk anymore. Marthe pulled her arm around me: 'You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.' I shook my head. 'No, you have to know.' I took a deep breath and said: 'See, The Boy Downstairs is a good friend of mine. And The Green Witch is his mother and I think The Good Witch is Glinda the Good Witch. And what does she want? Revenge. Glinda once put her in prison, but she escaped. From that moment, she wants to kill Glinda and everyone who helped her. And the mother of my friend is the person who helped her most.'
'But what does your friend have to do with all that? And why do they call him "downstairs"? And why do they call his mother "green"?'
'She wants to use him to catch his mother and Glinda. They call him downstairs because he is "downstairs", he is in the dungeons.' Marthe looked at me shocked: 'I'm so sorry for you, I didn't realize.'
'It's okay.'
'Marthe!!!' someone screamed downstairs.
'Oh no,' Marthe said, with a scared look in her eyes, 'I guess they have seen I'm not at work. Sorry Alassè, I need to go.'

The next morning, Morrible told me she expected me at 3 o'clock on the courtyard. So, at 2:50 pm, I went to the courtyard to see what was going to happen. Morrible told me to sit down on the bench. So I did. When it was exactly 3 o'clock, three guards came in. They were pulling someone with them. Fenáro! No!!! This only could mean something bad! The guards pushed him on the ground. Morrible started speaking: 'Fenáro Tiggular.'
'What do you want?!'
'Silence!' a guard slapped Fenáro.
No! I closed my eyes, and prayed to the Unnamed God. 'Don't let him die! Please! Don't let him die!'
Morrible started talking again: 'Fenáro Tiggular. Since you're the son of Fiyero Tiggular and Elphaba Melena Thropp-'
'Tiggular!' Fenáro said, 'They're married!'
'Whatever,' Morrible said, 'since you're their son, you must know some of their secrets.'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean that you might know where Elphaba keeps the Grimmerie.'
'I don't know. It's somewhere hidden.'
Morrible smiled wickedly: 'I'm going to ask it friendly once again: where does Elphaba keep the Grimmerie?'
'I'm not going to tell you!' No, Fenáro, don't make things worse than they already are!!! I looked down, I couldn't watch this.
'No? You're not?' Morrible almost whispered.
'I'm not.' Fenáro said confidently.
'Alassè!' Morrible screamed. I sighed. I walked to Morrible and Fenáro slowly.
'What do you want?' I said.
Morrible handed me a whip. 'Fifteen lashes.' was all she said.
'No.'
'No?'
'No.'
'Or else I will make a guard do it.' I looked at the guards. I knew they all would hurt him much more than I would.
'Okay you win. Wicked Witch!' A guard wanted to slap me, but Morrible stopped him. I took a deep breath, and...

'Okay! Enough! I'll tell you!' Fenáro screamed. I stopped, but Morrible told me to go on: 'I said fifteen. Now he will get fifteen. He needs to learn you can't say no to me.' I sighed. I only had whipped him three times. Twelve more to go.

Fenáro laid on the ground. Morrible sat down besides Fenáro. 'Where is the Grimmerie?' she asked.
Fenáro mumbled something.
'What did you say?' Morrible asked.
'She gave it to Glinda. I guess it must be in the Emerald City Palace.' Morrible let Fenáro go. 'Take him away.' Two guards grabbed Fenáro and dragged him along with them. Morrible and the other guards went too. So I was left all by myself. I was still holding the whip. I trew it away as far as I could.

I walked in Fenáro's cell. Fenáro laid down on the bed.
'Alassè.' He said weakly.
'Let me take a look at it.'
Fenáro shook his head: 'I know it's not a pretty picture.'
'Fenáro, trust me. I can make it better.' Fenáro grumbled, but he turned on his belly. I carefully took away his clothes. 'Say it when I hurt you.' I said. Fenáro nodded. I laid my hands down on his back. Fenáro kept his breath, but didn't say anything. I sighed. Boys! They're always the same. I closed my eyes. I needed to do this right. Slowly I started chanting. I felt magic floating to my fingertips. Until it suddenly exploded. I waved my hands. It stayed a strange feeling, even after all this time. Fenáro sat up: 'How did you do that?'
'Magic.'
'Yes, I can understand it's magic. But, can you do such a high advanced healing spell? How old are you?'
'Fifteen.'
'So you had less than two years to learn this.'
I sighed: 'I guess I'd better tell you. I know magic normally develops on your 14th birthday. But mine developed when I was seven years old.'
Fenáro looked at me shocked: 'But how?'
I smiled sadly: 'My mother started training me when I was four years old. It was pure self defense.'
It was silent for a while.
All of a sudden, Fenáro started talking again: 'You saved my life. Thank you.'
'You would have done the same thing for me.' Fenáro laid his finger on my lips. 'Don't. You saved me and say it's nothing.'
It was silent again, but this time, I broke the silence: 'I'm scared.'
'I understand,' he said, 'Alassè, you need to go away from here.'
I looked at him shocked: 'No, not without you!'
'I can't go. You know that.'
'I know, so I will stay here too.'
'Alassè, listen to me. You need to go. Go to Kiamo Ko and tell my parents where I am. How else would she ever find me?'
'Okay... But I don't want to leave you here alone with Horrible Morrible.'
'I don't like it too, but she wouldn't kill me. I'm too important. If I'm dead there's no way Elphaba would come here.'
I pulled him into a hug: 'Don't you dare to die!'
'Don't be afraid,' he mumbled, 'I won't.' I released myself from the hug. I walked to the door: 'Goodbye.'
'Goodbye.'

I walked to the kitchen. Marthe was stirring in an enormous kettle.
'Marthe?'
'Yes?' the little girl turned.
'I need your help.'

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OMIOZ WHY DON'T THEY JUST TELL EACH OTHER!!!!! Does anyone have a ship name? Fenassè? Nope that's terrible. I don't know. Anyways, I hope you survived this chapter.