The Wizard and I: Book One of the Wicked Amy Chronicles

Chapter 5

-Note: This chapter will take place after the second physical book which the name of I can't remember. Warning, it's super confusing unless you read the whole book. Trust me. Also, I may add some Undertale influence because I love the game but I'm not sure I want to make a story out of it so, yeah.-

My eyes opened slowly when I felt warmth take over my body. It felt like the summers back in ~~~~~, when ~~~~~ and ~~~~~ would take the hose and spray up with the cool waters. That was when I was a little kid, before ~~~~~ left and I became ~~~~~~~ and I landed in....

Wait, there are words missing here. My eyes are open, but all I see is white light, as if I was in Heaven. That won't happen, I'm definitely going to hell. But, if I'm not up there and not down there....

Where am I?

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My eyes snapped open as I saw the dark blue-ish purple sky covered in clouds. But, I still felt warm. Was I bleeding? That could happen. But is making me bleed? I touch my stomach and chest to feel no wounds and no blood. My head shifted slowly to the left and I saw someone familiar lying there, her eyes closed and a look of innocence about her. As if, this isn't her fault. ~~~~~ didn't cause this... What's her name?

"~my!" I hear a distant voice call out. I shifted my head to the right to see ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ next to me, kneeling and with tears in her face. She didn't look like before, she didn't look lifeless. I wonder if the spell broke and she's okay now... Why can't I remember anything? Can I even remember my own name?

"~my! ~emy! Emy!" Emy? Is that my name? No, that's not me. I'm ~~~.

"Emy! Emy! AMY!"

I gasp for air and sit up, my body and head hurting all over. The winds blew hard and everything was being taken up... Except the center of the maze where we sat. I glanced to my right and saw Dorothy- Yes! Dorothy! The little bitch that... Didn't actually cause this? What the hell? She was asleep for now and she looked to have shrunk. She wasn't like me, she wasn't 17 or however old now, she was 12 and her dress covered everything important, thank goodness. Don't get me wrong, I don't care what you wear, but a 12 year old shouldn't wear a tiny dress made for a doll!

I stared back at Ozma, no longer the ditzy blonde from the spell. She smiled sweetly and hugged me.

"Come on! We have to get her to safety!" She pulled herself and I up to stand and I grabbed Dorothy up, unsure of where I got all this adrenaline from. Maybe I'm filled with determination? Nah, adrenaline rush. We finally got to a safe point (under the canopy) and I sat Dorothy down on the bench. I started to feel the pain from the ground finally hitting me and I groaned in pain. But, it seemed that Dorothy woke up at the same time that I slipped into unconsciousness once more.
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I'm back in the warm place. It feels nice here, like the summers when mom and dad were together. Before mom lef-

Wait. That's not right, is it? No, it wasn't mom that left, right? It was dad.

No, mom. She left us with dad and he was so heartbroken that he started to call himself Henry, so you called him Uncle Henry since he wasn't dad anymo-

What? Dorothy, are you in my mind?

No, you are in my mind! What's going on? All I remember was being at home in Kansas and playing with Toto when another tornado warning went out-

Oh, God. You don't happen to remember anything else, right? Nothing about Ozma or-

Ozma? What's me having amnesia have to do with Ozma? Did I do something to her? Did I hurt her? I don't remember anything, except a few moments of consciousness where I saw Glinda and a lot of people around me acting happy.

Dorothy. Do you know who I am? If you only remember glimpses...

I know who you are! You're... I think your my conscious.

No, I'm not your conscious. Have you looked down at who is in your lap?

Then, I saw through Dorothy's eyes. She was still her 12 year old self and she was nitpicking at her clothes.

Did I really wear such revealing things? I barely feel covered.

It was worse when you were in a 17 year old body.

17?! How long have I been here?!

Not sure. What year do you remember leaving Kansas?

Uh... 1937, I think? Why?

Well, that explains a lot. You've been gone... You've been gone a long time.

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Hey babes!
Okay, I'm... Considering changing this story to just a Wicked fanfic and ditch these drafts. Im not really into Dorothy Must Die anymore and I just need to write chapter one for a Wicked fan fic.

What do you guys think? I do love all the love this story gets, but everyone just glances and doesn't read. I can take back the pic and save it and.... Yeah.

Tell me what you think.

Love ya,
-Ella Kinders