Eye lids fluttered open to stare at multicoloured leaves. Confusion blanked the mind of thought and slowly as full consciousness slipped in, the sudden realisation hit them.

"Where am I?" The girl shrieked looking around worried, unfamiliar with her surroundings. There was no way she was on her home island.

"Ah you're awake!" A small voice chirped. Looking up she saw a small figure jump down from what appeared to be the remains of a house. He landed in front of her "you were asleep a long time Sey"

She blinked and stared at the boy with blond hair and a sailor suit on. She remembered who it was.

"Sealand?" she asked "what on earth is going on?"

Sealand put a hand on his head "well we are not on earth I think…nothing around here is familiar or makes sense…"

Not on earth? How was that possible? She got up and looked around; they were in a small village. But it was empty…it felt like it was unfinished, some of the housing wasn't coloured, some had sketchy lines on them as if they were drawn. Seychelles edged close to the sketchy and stroked the wall, the uncoloured sketches felt like paper in texture but not as flimsy, it was strange. Sealand made a cry and pointed to the sky as a witch on her broom came riding over.

"You there!" A shrill voice rang out pointing at Seychelles without warning fired some weird energy at her. Seychelles froze in place and would have been hit if Sealand hadn't dragged her down.

"Hey you don't fire magic at people for no reason it's rude!" Sealand yelled. Seychelles sat up. Did he say magic? That wasn't possible right?

The witch growled and chanted something under his breath. Sealand grasped his chest and the woman let out a cackle "I will be back my pretty….I will take you when you are more vulnerable" and with that left.

Seychelles shook her head trying to take everything in when she saw Sealand fall over. Grasping him and holding the boy to her in a mother like fashion she was worried.

"Sealand? What's wrong?" she heard the panic in her voice. HE squirmed and began to glow bright white. Covering her eyes to keep from being blinded she began to noticed Sealand felt different. Afraid to open her eyes she eventually urged them open. And regretted it.

In her arms she no longer held a small boy but instead, a small shaggy West Highland Terrier sporting a sailor collar and hat blinked back at her "Sealand?" she asked nervously

"Desu-yo!" he barked. Yep…it was Sealand.

The puppy jumped from Seychelles lap and began sniffing around then stopped. He smelled something familiar, down a road of golden bricks, yellow as the sun leading off into the distance.

"That way that way!" he barked then grumbled shuddering in pain. Seychelles knelt by him, shocked he spoke human but more shocked he was in pain

"Did that hurt?" she asked running her hand along his throat. He nodded and lay against her hand. "Then don't talk…unless it's an emergency..." Seychelles tapped his nose. " now…what was it you said? This way?"

She headed down the path, her shoes clicking as she goes followed by the Westie as he ran after her then ahead then behind. Sealand couldn't help it, dog like behaviour leaking into his personality. Seychelles however had her mind on getting home. She had no idea if she was going in the right direction; she had no idea in what direction she was even facing. North East South West? Who knew? And then there was the witch who transformed Sealand because he protected her. It was all very worry and frankly made her head hurt a lot.

"Desu-yo!" Sealand barked running up a broken fence post indicating the field. Seychelles looked in the field, it was a never ending sea of wheat, there was a platform in the middle of that sea though was a platform. Seychelles climbed on the fence to see what was on the platform. There was a small chair it seemed and a table, she couldn't tell you colour or size or anything, it was far in and barely visible from where she stood. Then she noticed a man.

There was a man sitting on the edge of the platform, he was looking out to nothing. Just watching. Sealand was sniffing the air and he dived into the field towards the platform.

"AH! Sealand Bad Boy Bad Boy heel!" as the words fell from her mouth she felt stupid, she knew very well the dog was really the micro nation but she couldn't help herself. She ran after the Westie as fast as her feet would carry her, she winced as she felt broken stems and dried stick cut into her sandaled feet. Sealand ran over and playfully nipped at the man's hand. The man looked down and picked up the dog

"Hello there" the man smiled. Seychelles could have sworn she knew the voice. As she climbed onto the platform the man turned to face her. She gasped.

The man had blond hair, emerald eyes and above the eyes were the large unmistakable eyebrows of-

"England?" Seychelles nearly screeched. Of all the people she could bump into, she bumps into him! Here of all places! Why? Then she looked up the man blinking at her, his eyes were blank and confused. He looked around and then pointed at himself.

"England…?" he seemed to be questioning who he was. Seychelles nodded wondering if it was some weird game.

"Oh thank heaven!" Seychelles blinked as the man fell into laughter. England rushed over and grabbed her hand with the free hand he had "I have been here pondering what my name could be and then here you are Miss and you know me I am so relieved"

This wasn't a game

"You don't remember anything?" she asked. He nodded. What the hell? This is like one of Japan's stupid fan fictions! Seychelles thought but smile calmly "Well I am Seychelles and the dog here is Sealand, he can talk but it hurts his throat"

England looked at the dog who looked at him "Desu-yo!" he barked

"Nice to meet you Seychelles" he smiled then the smile vanished "unless…" he began. Seychelles could see a small quiver as he opened his mouth "it's nice to see you again?"

He posed the response as a question. The brunette miss sighed

"Yes…we do know each other, but don't worry I am sure in time you will remember"

England shook his head and pointed to the table. On the small table was a note, small white and clean, recently placed and opened. Seychelles carefully and delicately took the note out inside

Good day to our new scarecrow

But you need to fill the slot

Such a job does not need brains

So we took your bloody lot…

A twitch. A twitch in her eye. The note could not be serious. Whoever had dumped the three of them there was laughing at them.

"I thought my name was scarecrow… and to be honest it fits a lot more when I think" England boldly proclaimed.

Seychelles wanted to scream. She wanted to scream so loud.

"Fine then….scarecrow… let's carry on down the path"

"Follow the yellow brick road?" The Scarecrow snapped a glint in his eye. Seychelles looked at him.

"Yeah the one over there" Seychelles pointed and England jumped on her babbling

"You're going to the emerald city? The wizard there will help you; do you think he could give me a brain? Well then let's go!" England ran past her leaving the girl dumbfounded.

She turns and chased after Eng….the scarecr….you know what stuff it his name now is EngCrow. So Seychelles chased EngCrow out of the field to find him standing, Sealand still in his arms looking confused and worried.

"I am sorry I think I lost my train of thought what was I doing? Where and what is the emerald city?"

"I don't know…but I think if we head down the yellow brick road we should find it" Seychelles sighed linking his arm so she could keep an eye on where he was.

EngCrow smiled at her which she found unnerving

"You know I feel like singing" he smiled

"Do and I'll tie you to that platform"

Right so this is the story of Seychelles in the land of OZ

For anyone wondering EngCrow is not suffering from Anmesia. Anmesia means memories will come back. But EngCrow isn't gonna get any memories back over time. Fun right?

In OZ the author rules History. He writes and rewrites the story of OZ. His quill is twitching as he has crossed out scarecrow and wrote in England, he dips it in the ink and scratches out Tin man and begins to rewrite another name.