This is my first and most likely only Wizard of Oz story.

I was reading a Oz story that really inspired me to write one of my own.

The author to the story is spiritwarrior27 their story is amazing.
Go check out the story. I will post the name at the bottom of the chptr.

This is also a drop off from the movie Legends of Oz. But I will be adding my own flare to it.

Hope you enjoy this story.

Dorothy had only been gone a few hours, and yet it pained him knowing she was once again out of his reach. Staring solemnly out the window, Scarecrow wished nothing more than to have Dorothy back with him here in Oz or to be with her in her beloved Kansas. But Scarecrow knew better. Dorothy had a family back home, one that she loved with all her heart, and he also knew that Ozian magic more than likely did not work in her world so he would be no more than clothes stuffed with lifeless straw.

Sighing loudly, Scarecrow did not hear the sound of his bedroom door opening and closing or the sound of someone walking towards him. "I miss her too." The voice of the Tin Man spoke up, which surprised the Scarecrow since the man made of metal usually had a loud step to him. "What now?" Scarecrow asked his mind was not with him at the moment.

"Dorothy. I miss her too, Lion does, Wiser, and everyone else who has been touched by her loving heart." Tin Man said as he looked out the window to see a wonderful full moon. "What do you think she is doing now?" Tin Man asked. "Who knows, I just hope it brings her happiness… happiness I cannot give her." That last part was said under Scarecrow's breath so Tin Man didn't hear it as he walked over to his table.

Since Scarecrow did not sleep, he had only a table and chair in his room for him to rest in during nights. The table was littered with mathematical equations, plans for future inventions, and a few doodles here and there. Lucky for Scarecrow, most of his well-done doodles he had hidden away from prying eyes for they contained the face and warming smile of one little Kansas girl.

"Did you come for a reason Tin Man or did you come to play a game of checkers?" Scarecrow asked. Tin Man was well known in the Emerald City for playing the game of checkers with his friend the Scarecrow at any time of the day or night. "I have come with a reason. Glinda wants to see all of us in the library." Tin Man responded and Scarecrow nodded.

Glinda always choose the library as their meeting area, why he didn't know. Maybe for the reason it was usually empty and a quiet place to meet.

Standing up from his table, Scarecrow pocketed a piece of paper and joined his friend at the door. "What was that?" Tin Man asked. "Nothing. Just some schematics for something I am working on." Scarecrow said a lie at that but it went unknown by the Tin Man who traveled out the door and to the library.

When the two reached the library, Scarecrow was not surprised when he saw Lion standing next to Glinda. Whenever Glinda called for a meeting it usually continued all three of them. "Ah there you are." Glinda said as her attention was drawn to the newcomers. "I have something to ask of you all."

"Ask away." Said Scarecrow. "We are happy to help in anyway." Lion added. "Thank you. What I ask of you is of most secret of secrets, one that must not be shared with any other being." Glinda began. "There is something I need you to find for me. I need you to go back to the Wicked Witch's castle and bring me back something." Looking at the good witch in shock, the three friends were confused as to why Glinda wanted them to go there. They had only just defeated the Jester not hours ago and she wanted them to go back?

"If I may Glinda," Scarecrow began. "Why do you want us to go there? And what are we searching for?" Nodding her head in understanding, Glinda waved her magic want and made an image appear before them all. It was a picture of statue, a statue of a small child who looked very out of place in Oz. The child appeared to be human, for she looked too tall to be a munchkin and a few inches too short to be a winkie. Yes, the statue was of a girl. A girl with shoulder length hair and a beatnik hat far too big for her small head.

"This is a statue the wicked witch stole from me many years ago. I thought she had destroyed it but when I saw the Jester wielding the broomstick with a magic orb I knew it was not." Glinda said with a serious face. "How did you know that?" Tin Man asked, confusion still written on his face. Zooming closer into the image, Glinda showed that one of the statue's hands was held out; almost as if it was once holding something.

"That orb was once held by this statue. Knowing that the statue is still alive, I need you to bring it to me where I can hide it away properly." Glinda said. "Hide it? Why hide it?" Lion asked. "It is just a normal statue… right?" Glinda only shook her head. "I wish I could tell you more, but I cannot. Can I trust you all to bring me the statue?"

Nodding their heads, the three friends smiled determinedly at Glinda. "You can count on us." Tin Man said. "Of course you can. We will bring you the statue back before anyone can calculate that we're gone." Scarecrow said and Glinda smiled. "Thank you. Now you mustn't delay, the longer that statue is out there the longer people are in danger." Glinda said as she waved her wand again and the image disappeared.

Not long after this, the three friends traveled back to the castle of the once horrible wicked witch of the west. It was dark, cold, and very much desolate place. Still striking terror in the three even though they knew no one was there… but this place had this uneasy feeling that you were constantly being watched.

"Let's find this statue and get out of here." Lion said as he quickly ducked down when a raven suddenly flew over him with a dark caw. "Afraid are we?" Tin Man teased. "No! I… Just don't like this place." Lion replied and Tin Man could agree with him there. This place, abandoned or not, was and would forever be creepy.

Looking ahead of the group, Scarecrow saw the doors that led to the main hall of the castle. "Let's look there. That would be the best place to look." He said as he walked ahead of his friends and pushed the door open. They doors slid open with a dark and eerie creak, making the already ominous feeling higher than before.

Looking into the room, they saw that it was filled with junk the Jester had thought useless and stuffed in here. Bookcases with books, boxes and trunks, and other assorted items lay about in a haphazard way. "How are we going to find anything in this mess?" Tin Man asked as he picked up a small box for it only to fall apart and drop what appeared to be glass potion bottles to the floor.

"Look for anything big and maybe covered up." Scarecrow said with a sigh. "It has to be somewhere." Trudging through the mess, the three friends found many things but not what they wanted. Lion found a case full of old books on magic, Tin Man found a mouse's nest, and Scarecrow found… a yoyo. After some time they began to wonder if the statue was in this room at all, but that all changed at what Scarecrow found next.

Bored as can be, Scarecrow was playing around with the little blue and yellow yoyo he found when it slipped from his hand and rolled away. Walking on after it, the straw man sighed irritably when he saw it roll under a table. As he moved to get it, he stopped. Next to him was what appeared to be a pedestal, the kind in fact that statues were settled on.

It was old and dusty, chunks of it were missing, and mildew was beginning to form on it. Staring at the pedestal, Scarecrow noticed something. There were little itty bitty piece of rock all over, on, and around the pedestal. They were the same shade as the pedestal was so Scarecrow knew that they had to have come from it. Following the trail the chunks made, Scarecrow noticed that they went under the same table as his yoyo.

Not sure what he would find, Scarecrow slowly bent down and lifted the tarp that was covering the table. Peering underneath, Scarecrow let out a loud gasp at what he saw. So loud in fact that it brought the attention of his friends from the other side of the room. "Did you find it Scarecrow?" Lion asked as he and Tin Man reached him.

Not responding to them, Scarecrow continued to stare under the table with awestruck shock and surprise. Not really liking the silence their straw friend was giving them, Tin Man made a move to bend down to see what his friend was but was stopped when Scarecrow held out his arm. "Don't move." He said as be scooted under the table for a moment and whispered something.

After a while, Scarecrow slowly began to come out from under the table a look of serene on him. "What did you find under there?" Tin Man asked but he got his answer as Scarecrow came out from under the tarp... and he was not alone.

Holding onto the straw man's hand, was yet another hand; one made of flesh. The skin on it was a soft pale color, almost that of the sand on a beach, and attached to that hand was a body; a body of a small child. The child, a girl, was just under Scarecrow's shoulder, had short brown hair with green tipped highlights, her eyes an emerald green, and her clothes a dismal gray gown. But what shocked everyone was the hat she was wearing.

An old and tattered beatnik hat that was a soft metallic gray.

"Didn't the statue Glinda showed us have that same hat?" Lion asked. "I… I think she is the statue." Scarecrow said as he brushed off some debris from the child's shoulders. "But… how is that possible?" Tin Man questioned. "I have heard of some strange things in Oz but… never a child coming from stone."

"That question will have to be answered by Glinda when we get back." Scarecrow said as pulled the child close when he saw the tired look her eyes. "Doesn't look like this one will be giving us anything right now." Lifting the child into his arms, Scarecrow was shocked to find out how light the girl was. He thought he was lightweight, being made of straw, but this girl felt like she was made of air.

The journey back to the city was a quiet one. No one dare speak, for fear of waking the child who had fallen asleep on the way. Upon entering the city castle, the three friends were surprised to see one of the maids who helped out around here come up to them with a letter in hand. "Glinda wanted me to give this to you. She said something came up and that it needed her urgent attention." Handing the letter to Tin Man and then walking off, the metal man opened the letter.

"She says that a problem had popped up in the far reaches of Oz and that she will not be back for three days." Tin Man said with a frown. "She also says to… place the statue in the dungeon." At hearing this, the three friends looked to the child still in Scarecrow's arms. No way were they going to put such a small child in a dark and dirty dungeon.

"She can't stay down there. Maybe Glinda didn't know about this but a dungeon is not the place for a child." Scarecrow said as the child yawned quietly. "Then where will we put her?" Lion asked. "It's not like we have a room ready for her." Thinking on it for a moment, Scarecrow began to walk towards his room. "She can stay with me."

"Are you sure that is a wise thing to do?" Tin Man asked. "I mean, you don't need things like humans do." Turning back to his friends, Scarecrow nodded. "I know that, I can have some of the maids bring up a bed for her and some clothes but until Glinda comes back I am in charge which makes her my responsibility." Scarecrow said as he continued on his way to his room. Unaware of the strange looks he was getting from his two friends.

Along the way to his room, Scarecrow had passed by a maid and had asked her to bring up the necessary items for his new guest. The maid was more than happy to help and soon had everything in his room neat and ready. Thanking the maid many times, Scarecrow placed the girl on the bed that was brought. It wasn't a big bed, enough for the girl to lie on and for him to sit down at the edge but it would do.

Staring down at the sleeping child, Scarecrow couldn't make out why but he had this strange feeling while being around her. Shrugging it off, Scarecrow reached out to remove the hat the girl had on but stopped. Just as soon as he touched the hat his vision went black. For about ten to fifteen seconds nothing but blackness filled his view of the world, but with it was a soft hum. The kind of hum one would hear a small munchkin sing on a nice summer day.

Once his vision returned, Scarecrow just shook it off as jitters as to why this girl was at the witch's castle. Placing the hat on his table, Scarecrow sat down in his chair and stared at the girl for some time. Once he was satisfied that she was in a deep sleep, Scarecrow turned to the many papers on his table and began to work on what needed to be finished.

Unaware that someone was watching.

Watching in a way that no mere human could ever see with.

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