The moon looked down on a quiet Kansas, it's light falling through the window of a particular farmhouse. A girl of 18 slept restlessly, her sheets twining around her body's harsh movements. Sweat formed on her fore head, the other evidence of the nightmares she endured, nightmares that threatened to rip her heart in two. Everywhere green stone fell to the ground, breaking into even smaller chunks then what were falling. The once magnificent buildings of the Emerald City were being reduced to little more then quarry rubble. The cities proud inhabitants were fleeing the destruction and having no idea what caused it. But the odd thing was no emeralds hit the ground. They all seemed to have vanished into the air. As the last of the city fell, a giant tremor shook the earth, and Dorothy found herself being transported to a new surrounding.
Deep beneath the earth, a dark dungeon echoed with the dripping of stale water from stalactites. Veins of silver streaked the walls, not helping the lack of color or warmth. She looked through her dreams eyes, hopping to find some sign as to where she was. When she found it, it did nothing to help. In fact it made matters worse, much worse. Chained to the wall with water dripping on his hat lay her Scarecrow. Wait, her Scarecrow? She hadn't thought like that before. His head rested heavily on his chest having had no reason to acknowledge his prison. She wanted to run to him, to set him free from this terrible place. "Scarecrow!" Slowly the straw filled head raised, painted eyes searching the darkness. Small traces oh hope seemed to leak out as he whispered "Dorothy?" Then he appeared. An even darker shadow that seemed to blend with the rock. His eyes looked straight at her, almost as if she were really there. Turning his lips up in a twisted grin he scoffed, "Hello Dorothy."
She awoke bolt upright in her bed, screaming. Hot tears had started to roll down her cheeks, courtesy of seeing her friend in chains. "It was only a dream, wasn't it?" Something felt wrong however. Something told her she couldn't ignore this. Glancing out the window she glared at the moon, "I have to get back to Oz!"