A/N: All right everybody, this is the sequel that I had promised that I would give you. So tell me what you think and I will start uploading more chapters. This fiction I have already finished. It just needs to be refined and downloaded. That's a good thing considering that I am now in another state for a four month internship. Don't worry I still have internet and should be updating okay. But I might have gaps of time between updates since I will be getting really busy in the next months ahead. Happy reading and I hope you enjoy.

Impossible Fate

Summary: After the final downfall of the witch, DG and Cain plan for their marriage and future life together. But once DG goes through her coronation, a piece of her past comes back into the picture that only stirs up all of DG's plans.

Disclaimer: Again, I do not own the plot, characters or stories from Tin Man or from the Wizard of Oz. I only own this story line and the story from my last fiction and the original characters in both.

Prologue:

There is tell of a story of a treasure of old. The wielder's fate repeats over and over it's told.

This tale of a dagger that plunges in hearts, used against magic its power makes lovers depart.

True love is power and love will last, but even royalty cannot escape their past.

Bonded in heart and love is pure- but when connected by blade it is never grandeur.

An affect on another heart is tricky and bold,

This, the power of metal that has grown so cold…

A figure stands in the tall cave that had protected the treasure for countless annuals. The only light that broke through the darkness in the whole cavern shown down on a single object placed upon a tall pedestal centralized in the rock's face. The beam of light illuminated the tall pedestal where a red handled dagger laid peacefully atop dark red velvet. The handle shown brilliantly with swirls of blood red colors and gold. The blade itself was black and cold like ice. It had always felt like that, like it had been dumped in the ice lake every morning, and will continue even in the center of the earth. The blade seemed to shift the light on its own accord and beckoned the figure closer.

The figure's steady hand slowly moved toward the treasure, but before he could touch it, a large cane hit the hand away.

"You touch that treasure, and you will never be released from it until your dying breath," an old voice rang out from beside the figure, "Or the death of the one you hold the most dear. The one whose heart you wish to bond."

"If I do not have it, then I will lose her anyway," the figure argued back and circled the pedestal to end up on the other side from the cane wielding elder, "Why do you still guard this relic, old man? So many annuals of your life wasted."

"I do this gladly to tell of my story and to keep younger hearts from making the same mistake," the man walked into the light. He must have been past his eightieth birthday and it showed on his face and in his eyes. The eyes held such wisdom, but that wisdom only hid the immense pain, "I had love once and had used it for my own horrible selfishness. She had died in my arms before I had even told her what I had envisioned. Now we are both lost to this world and the next."

"That will not happen with me."

"Will it not?" the old man paused and took in the appearance of the shadowed visitor, "She loves another, doesn't she?"

"That is not love that she knows. It is convenience or infatuation," the younger bellowed in the cave, "I will show her what it is like with her true love."

"And how do you know it is not true love that she feels now and you are the illusion?" the old man asked back.

"You cannot marry what you think is love. You need to know it. Feel it. And every time that I think of her, I am so happy… so loved. I know it. And if I know it, she must only think it's real with him."

"Is she happy?" the old man asked and made the younger man jump.

"What?"

"Is she happy now, with the man she loves?" the old man asked again.

"She says she is and everyone agrees around her," the man answered.

"Then why take her happiness away only to satisfy your own if you truly love her the way you say?" the old man rose an eyebrow when the young man didn't answer, "Leave her to have her happiness. Let her love who she does. If it is meant to be she will come to you. But never force, for that is not love, but greed… Envy… Malice… All that will destroy you. Why would you need this blade that would take her will and her mind over with thoughts of you, if your love was meant to be?"

The figure stood still on the other side of the pedestal, unable to speak and unable to move.

"Go home, young one," the old man sighed as he shrank back into the shadows and into a chair that was hidden from other's eyes, "Set her free from your heart and you will love again."

"I will never set her free! She is mine!" the figure quickly lunged forward and took the dagger from its place on the velvet.

"You fool! This is not the way!" the old man lunged forward at the figure. Before he could grasp the figure's hand, the blade stabbed into his gut. He was lowered to the ground, blood staining his already soiled clothing.

"I'm sorry, old man," the young man stood and watched as the last of the old man's life slipped away, "Your fate is not my own. I will claim her heart. One way or another."

With that the stronger man walked from the cave, careful to clean off the black blade to make it shine once more. The light slowly faded as life left the old man. The last thing he saw was his blood pooling around his head and the front of the cavern close.

Princess DG stretched her hands over her head and settled back into the pillows under her head. She noticed the sun on the other side of her eyelids and that Cain would be waking her up soon. He always does by breakfast. He was still her ever present alarm clock and she still tells him he is the best thing to wake up to.

Speaking of Cain…

DG frowned as she swiped her hands over his side of the bed to find it empty. She peaked an eye open and pulled the sheets to her chest as she sat up, "Wyatt?"

She yawned and then looked around the immediate area of the room. No sign of her fiancé and it was way past the time that he would usually wake her up. She could tell from how much light was streaming in through the windows of their room that it was getting to be late morning. She sighed and rubbed her eyes so she could start to think.

"Where did that Tin Man of mine go?"

Unable to come up with the answer right off the bat, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and decided to go looking for him. She giggled at the difference in situation. Usually it was always him trying to find and catch up with her.

It had only been a few weeks since Azkadellia, DG and their mother disintegrated the witch into emerald dust. Finaqua was still a shining example of restoration for the rest of the O.Z. Since DG had fixed it back up with the power of the Ages the palace had never looked better. And, much to her mother's disappointment, she added a children's wing for Azkadellia and Glitch's child. Her mother hasn't let her live it down since she wanted a major part in helping to design it for her grandchildren.

Azkadellia's wedding was in another couple of days and everything was set for the ceremony. Thankfully, DG didn't have to worry about an absurdly huge dress while being the maid of honor- or Wedded Sister as they said on this side of the rainbow. Azkadellia had chosen a beautiful green dress for her that was still princess-like, but kept just on the right side of the girly line. DG shook her head with a chuckle while she remembered that her sister had chosen green- big surprise- and silver for the colors of the wedding. Everyone was so obsessed with green, but at least the color complemented her.

"Okay, what to wear?" DG looked through her huge wardrobe and fluttered her fingers over each choice. She eventually settled on a low cut dark blue, day dress. She didn't feel like searching for her makeshift jeans which were thrown somewhere in the room by Cain last night. She smiled and laughed to herself, "And here I thought I was the crazy one."

After a quick bath, getting dressed and still no sign of Cain she walked out the door and down to the dining hall. It was toward the end of breakfast and if she hurried she would be able to grab something to eat before the servants cleared the table of all food. As she walked she felt a little unsettled. It wasn't like Cain to just up and leave in the morning without any word. He usually would at least leave her a note if he went to early classes with Ahamo or something requiring his approval for security.

Needless to say, she was a bit distracted as she entered the dining hall. At first she didn't notice, but as soon as she looked up she found balloons and streamers decorating the room. She looked behind the table to find her mother, father, sister and Glitch with big smiles on their faces. DG had to make sure that her mouth wasn't agape as she looked at each one of them for an explanation.

"What's all this for?" DG asked.

"You silly," Azkadellia walked around the table and hugged her sister tightly, "Don't you remember your own birthday?"

"My birthday?!" DG's head spun for a moment. It was true that her birthday was mere months away when she left Kansas, but with getting used to the O.Z. calendar she never thought to sit down and figure out when the day was.

"Happy birthday, my little sister," Azkadellia hugged her again and DG could feel a small swell under Azkadellia's day dress. DG smiled and hugged her sister back.

Glitch ran around the table and picked DG up in a hug and swung her around, "Good birthday to you, Doll."

"Thank you, Glitch," DG giggled.

"Congratulations, my angel," her mother kissed her on the forehead, "A whole twenty-two annuals. It seemed only yesterday that I held you in my arms as a babe."

"Mother…" DG blushed from a bit of embarrassment even though she shouldn't be with who was there.

"Good job, spitfire," her father hugged her and stepped back quickly when he felt her head shift, "What's the matter?"

"Have any of you seen Cain this morning?" she asked and noticed that no one else was behind the table, "He wasn't in the bed chambers when I woke up."

Suddenly an arm circled her waist from behind and a small box appeared in front of her face, "Happy birthday, princess."

She smiled as she recognized the voice right behind her ear. She took the box carefully and turned around the stare him in the eyes, "You really should stop sneaking up on me like that, Wyatt."

"Why's that?" he smirked and rested his hands on the small of her back.

"With the power of the Ages, I may be surprised one day not knowing it was you and blast you to Munchkinland."

"I doubt that you wouldn't know it was me," he kissed her softly, "Jeb says he's sorry that he couldn't make it today. Between the new plans with Kelly and his duties at patrolling the borders, he's a busy man. But he really wanted to be here."

"I appreciate that," DG smiled, "Besides he could always make it up to me later, right?"

Cain laughed as he saw her wink at him and then turned her toward the doorway he had just walked through, "And as for my absence this morning, I went to get your other surprises."

"Really? And what might they be?" as she shifted her eyes to the doorway she saw her two robotic foster parents walk through, "Mom! Popsicle!"

She ran toward them and nearly plowed them over once she reached them. All three of them laughed with one another loudly. Cain walked over to stand by Lavender and Ahamo to watch her with her foster parents. Lavender had a large smile on her face. She was glad that they were able to salvage their CPUs and give DG some kind of leg to stand on in a whole new world. She needed that bit of the world she grew up in to help her with this one.

"How's our baby girl doin' on her birthday?" Hank laughed and mussed with DG's hair a little.

"Even better now that you two got here," she laughed, "How'd you know?"

"You think that we wouldn't know our DG's birthday?" Emily joked with her and playfully swatted her with the back of her hand.

"And guess who else we picked up on the way back to the palace," Hank mentioned and tilted his head to the doorway. DG's eyes widened as Raw stepped through with a smile on his timid face.

"Raw!" she yelled and jumped at her other friend, "I'm so glad that you are okay. I was worried that you got caught up with some of what had happened."

"DG save O.Z. again," Raw smiled and stepped back from her to look her in the eyes, "Raw have no worry if in DG hands."

"Thanks Raw," she hugged him again and then turned to the rest of the guests in the room, "So where's the cake and candles? I got a wish to make."

Lavender nor most of the table understood the tradition of wishing on extinguished candles, but Ahamo and DG seemed to enjoy it. Ahamo brought out the chocolate cake and the two candles lit on the top which were both in the shape of a number two. DG closed her eyes and blew out her candles. She quickly took one candle while Azkadellia took the other and both sisters licked the bottom of them so as not to waste the taste of some of the cake.

The small celebration went on without interruption. The small, intimate group danced and talked with one another, caught up with old and new things. In the end, they had all settled into the library with some coffee or hot cider. DG laid back against Cain's chest and smiled from the small celebration. Her sister's wedding was in a couple of days and yet Azkadellia still got together with her mother to throw this little shindig for DG.

"You going to open your gift?" Cain whispered behind her.

She shifted against him and watched the others in discussion, "I thought I'd wait until later."

"What if I'm waiting for you to open it?" Cain asked and rubbed a hand up and down her arm.

"You being- dare I say it… impatient. Wow, I thought I'd never see the day," DG smirked and turned around to face him on the small settee and pulled out the small box that he had given her earlier. She was about to open it when she looked at the people in the room and then to the door that was open just off to their side leading into the garden and close to their pool. She quickly put the box back into her pocket, grabbed his arm and led him out the door without anyone in the party being the wiser.

They walked along the short path to the pool where he wrapped his arms around her midsection and his chin on her shoulder as she picked the small box out of her pocket again. She quickly unwrapped the ribbon from around the small, plain box and pulled the lid up. Inside tucked in a little bit of what looked like tissue paper was a small, silver cuff, not even big enough for her pinky. In the middle of the cuff was the royal seal set with a sapphire in the middle.

"Cain, it's beautiful," she admired it as she picked it up carefully with her fingers. She turned it around and he smirked as he noticed that she had no idea how to put it on.

"Do you even know what it is?" he asked.

She grinned sheepishly, "Uh, it might be best if you give me a hint."

He gently took it from her fingers and tilted her head to the side to gently place the cuff on her ear. After he was sure it wouldn't fall he kissed the top of her ear above the cuff and looked back down at her. She smiled and could have smacked herself in the head for being so dense.

"It's an ear cuff," she felt the metal with her finger and smiled as it ran over the small sapphire in the middle, "I haven't had one of these since I was in high school."

"You had these on the other side?" Cain asked.

"Yeah, but not a lot of people wore them. I love it," she kissed his cheek, "I haven't seen many over here either.

"Not many people know of them and they are a hard to find object," Cain explained, "What better to get a unique princess that has nearly everything than a one of a kind piece? I had the silversmith whip it up as a surprise."

"Thank you, Wyatt," she kissed him sweetly.

"Was there anything else that you wanted for your birthday?" he asked as she settled against his chest at the edge of the pool. She hummed contently against his chest with a smile. Her arms tightened around him and she slowly shook her head against him.

"I got everything I want," she closed her eyes as he began to sway her gently back and forth, "And everything I have ever dreamed will be coming true in only a matter or weeks and months. All thanks to you."

"I doubt I had anything to do with it, DG," he put his chin on top of her head and breathed her in.

"Believe it or not, Tin Man, you did in my book," DG picked up her head and kissed him on the lips, winding her arms around his neck. They settled back against the tree, lost in one another and never noticed the laughing pairs of eyes who finally noticed that a princess and her fiancé were missing from the party.