Disclaimer: I do not own the story of Oz or any books published with the theme of Oz The only thing I own is this Idea.

Be warned I am not the best speller and my Spell check person is MIA at the moment so please bare with me. I know its not a lot next one there will be more.

Chapter One

A New York Christmas

Snow flacks danced and twirled through the soft December wind. The soft melody of children's laughed filled the air while snow balls flew like a play-time war, A Santa rang his jolly golden bell for the needy and poor, Shops of small restaurants where open letting the smell of the delicious hot chocolates, and cookies freshly made. Lemon cakes, and hot teas ready to be severed on silver plates, Book stores where filled with youths, who could not take the cold, Listened to stories. A New York Christmas indeed. Walking out of the Herms book store a Woman walked with a certain grace. Something someone would not think a Kansas girl to poses but the woman never cared to what others thought of her. Her long brown hair was placed in a low pony tail; Skin soft like a peach would be Her lips where plump. Not so they where to large for her face but in natural way, The soft faint pinkness shimmer off them while her nose was small like a button almost and her eyes… That was always what she was complemented for. It was the only thing she was ever complimented for. The large emeralds where like windows, Not into her but into the person looking into them, A mirror reelecting ones true self. Her body was bundled up in the large black jacket she headed down the snow covered street. "Taxi!" She called placing a hand out into the air and soon enough a yellow vital pulled up in front of her. Getting in she neatly placed the books on her lap muttering to the diver her destination. "Soran? You sure? That's a rough neighborhood" "Yes I'm sure" She replied in the same softness.

"So what's a little thing like you going all the way to Sorano for? Lots of drug addicts live there not to mention the crime rate"

"I live there"

"Oh…sorry about that. Just you don't look like the type that would like there, ya know?"

"Its alright, It was the only thing I could afford"

"Oh..well what about your family couldn't they help you out?"

"I have none"

"Ah come on everyone has someone"

"I don't. My grandmother past away two years ago that's the only family I had or could ever want"

"Oh..gzzzz sorry" The man said letting the conversation go silent. This was the fist time the woman looked up into the review mirror to see the man. He was at lest in his forties with blond hair slowly disappearing. He held a beer belly, Short. At lest for a male he was still taller than the woman. She could tell even while sitting. He was your average nobody. Though his voice, she noticed held a odd concern? No sympathy? She wasn't sure to tell the truth. "I'm Dorothy" she spoke braking the odd silent

"Oh nice name' he said seeming to perk up at her stating up a conversation again.

"thank you,…I was named after my grandmother" She replied.

"She sounds nice, Names Ernest Jefferson"

"Nice to meet you Mr. Jefferson"
"Call me Ernest Mr. Jefferson makes me sound old" he said from the reflection in mirror she tried not to laugh at the funny face he made. Like a shushed manner for more roles to appear. It seemed as they got to her stop faster than it should have been. But as they say time pleases quickly when in good company. "thank you how much do I-"

"Its alright"

"But I must pay"

"Naw I was headed this way anyways" he said waving a large hand. "Thank you Ernest" She said giving him a faint smile before grabbing her books off her lap and stepping out of the yellow car. As she headed up the steps to the apartment building As she turned the take one last look out before heading in She saw the cab head the other way.

As Dorothy headed into her small apartment she made sure to lock the door behind her as he normal routine. Placing the light The room was even smaller in the light. A beaten and ripped couch was placed against the wall while a long bookcase was before it. That was how she saved on her bills, No T.V. She never cared for the things. "Masamune" she said in a warm voice as she bent down petting the soft tan and black cat that rubbed against her leg. "Did you get any rats?" she asked. The cat looked up to her wiggling its pink nose to her. "Lazy thing" she said with a soft laugh as she placed the books down on the round coffee/dinner table and went to make Masamune's dinner. "Maybe I should stop feeding you all together than you'll catch some rats" she said making the cat place its ears back as it growled in a soft manner. "I'm only kidding, my little warlord" She said placing the food down for him before going over to the books and placed them all out in front of her.

Alice in wonderland

The collected works of the brothers Grimm

And Folklore tales of lands far away

Dorothy hand many more books like this all fairytales and such. She was researching. Before her grandmother passed on she would speak of a magical place called OZ to her. Telling her stories of the creatures and people that lived there. As well she always insisted that the place was real. A real world. When she told these stories as A child Dorothy always wanted to believe, and she did until she grew elder as she did that imagination gave away to logic as it does for all children slowly entering adulthood. But still her grandmother continued of its existents. Her grandmother now was always a much grounded woman. After her passing on the strange urge to know where Dorothy's grandmother came up with Oz over took her. It was becoming a suspicion now. There was no way. No way could she come up with everything on her own without some help from some folklore. But nothing. Nothing was like it. Dorothy huh'd softly as she looked up from the book before her placing the glasses that was once on her nose on the table as she headed to the window looking outward. The snow blow harder and harder falling like someone was throwing snowballs at her window. "Wonderful.. :" she murmured softly as she shut the black drapes. The sound of heavy footsteps came form her door. Heavy and many. Heading over she peered though the small looking hole. She watched as the whores their pimps, the drug addicts, and the homeless who usually slept in the halls ran past. Slowly opening the door a bit Dorothy kept the chain lock on incase. "What's going on?" she asked. One of the prostitutes stopped not from the question but from a pink platform boot falling off while she was hopping zipping it up. From where pale skin met her tan skin. "It's a blizzard out there! Don't you listen to the news! It's the besting one the sates ever seen! If you have any sense you'll get out to!" she said With that her boot finely zipped up and with that she ran down the hall with the fading stampeded. Dorothy blinked faintly than headed over back to the window pulling open the drapes. The Streets below was full with cars crashing into each other in the frantic panic. That was the last she could see as the window was covered over with an ice. Dorothy backs away a bit as the cold air seeped into the small room, now feeling like she had stepped into a open frigates. How could this have happened? A blizzard such as this shouldn't have come so quickly with no signs of it before hand. The whine from Masamune caught her attention. "Come on we're getting out of her" Dorothy said reaching down to pick up the now fluffy cat that was hiding under the couch. A scream came from Dorothy as glass shattered though the room while hard balls of ice fell into room the size of baseballs. With a knock to the back of the head Dorothy fell over upon the cushion couch while blurs became her vision than blackness enveloped everything.