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Dorothy sighed, falling back onto her unmade bed. Her attention soon went to her dog, Toto, who was barking at something outside her window. "What is it, boy?" She sat up, as Toto made his way past the light covers. Dorothy's eyes widened as a tornado seemed to be approaching. Her parents weren't home yet. Her fear became replaced with worry as she picked up her dog, and ran to the cellar. Locking the doors was quite normal for her by now, She set down her dog to finished locking up. Dorothy went into the corner and shut her eyes as everything went black for that moment...

When she woke up, the smell of the flowers filled the house, it was a warmer climate than Kansas. But there was an old, metallic smell looming in the air. She got up, brushing off any dirt that got on her dress. Glinda was outside waiting for her and embraced her as soon as Dorothy stepped out. "Thank goodness you're back my dear! We need you!" "What fo-" "Not enough time!" Glinda grabbed her hand, and flew her to the Scarecrow's place, passing by shattered porcelain dolls, blood, and an organ or two every once and awhile. "W-What happened?" Dorothy managed to stammer. "My sister came back.." "She what?!" "That's how you got back, You only had one shoe... She had the other.." "That WITCH!!" "That is what she is, Dorothy.." "I know that!" She facepalmed at her stupidity.."We don't have time! We need to get to the Oz's Palace and conjure a plan A.S.A.P!" "Is it that severe?" Glinda shook her head frantically, "Very! I'll explain it all down at the Wizard's 'Lair'." As the both of them flew to the Oz, there was more trouble down below at the cornfields.

A man was swatting at the crows, grunting. "Damn crows! Gettin' everythin' messed up for the corn!" A crow pulled at a piece of hay on his arm, making it fall off. "HEY!" He shouted before another crow came about, pulling one on his leg. Most people of Oz and the 'Real' World would think that he'd be able to stand with only an arm and a leg, but for him, that's impossible. Because of his perch being a mile or two down the road and with his lack of a real spine, he would just fall back down. But, He still tried, and managed to find a stick to keep his balance so he could get into a more comfortable position. The man grunted as he leaned back against the hard shell of the barn, closing his eyes.

Dorothy stumbled a little as soon as the Oz's face appeared, forgetting how giant it was, although it was all an illusion. "Why am I here?! I demand to know!" She stamped her foot on the granite surface, making the slam of her foot echo. "Well, that's a long story, you already know the Witch brought you here." "Uh-huh.." "Well, In that satchel over your shoulder is one of your Red-Ruby slippers that were once my sisters.." "What satchel-" Dorothy looked down at her right side, and there was a leather satchel that looked oddly familiar to her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. "..That satchel, okay.." Glinda and Oz chuckled a bit, then he piped up. "The Wicked Witch of the West has the other shoe, she managed to reform herself partially with it."

"With her being reformed, she is taking all of Oz for herself, and I can't stop her because of my condition, we've tried fighting her many times." Dorothy turned towards to the door, thinking she heard something.

"She always calls in those monkeys to help along with these other grim creatures shattering our Porcelain, making the brave Lion cowardice once more, rusting our Tin-Man, and destroying your Scarecrow.." "W-Wait what?" She spun around on her heels to face him once more. "Yes, Your friends are being picked apart, so that's why we were desperate to get you.." "Why..Me? Out of everybody?" "Because you can talk sense into them, you can love them like you did, You can do this Dorothy!" "I'm not so sure but, alright.." "That's the sp-" He was cut off by Toto running in, barking and tugging at Dorothy's untucked part of her shirt. "What is it, boy?" Toto lead her by a short-cut to the old, familiar place, but little drops of blood lay strung about randomly to Scarecrow's barn.

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