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The last thing he remembered was seeing the floor of his throne room yawn open and dozens of stone like creatures crawling out. They began tearing emeralds off the wall, screeching to each other in their gravely voices. One of them must have snuck up behind him because next thing he knew something was over his eyes and he was being dragged away.
Now here he was, chained to the wall of this leaky dungeon, waiting for his captor's next visit. He'd tried and tried again to get free but the shackles were synched tight around his straw appendages. Sighing in defeat he leaned his head back against the wall. It was then the sounds of voices drifted through the door to his ears.
"…will lure her here. He says when she sees the Emerald city in shambles she will stop it nothing to save her friends. Then when she comes to save him, Nome King will capture her and force her to be his bride. With Dorothy by his side, no one in Oz will dare oppose him."
The Scarecrow's jaw dropped when that last piece of news filtered into his straw head. In the background he could hear the buzzing noise of the nomes voices but for the life of him could not comprehend what they were saying. 'Dorothy, marry the Nome King! She can't marry him! That slimy old fossil doesn't deserve Dorothy. Only I …' His thought process stopped, had he really just thought about marrying Dorothy. "That's crazy. In order for me to want to marry her I'd have to love her."
"Talking to yourself is one of the first signs of insanity. Your brains must be going bad." His eyes snapped to the wall where the Nome King had appeared. A grin was plastered on his face, the same one gazelles see on lions right before they leap.
Something red near the gnome king caught his eye. Upon closer inspection he saw they were the ruby slippers. Panic filled him, spilling over into his voice, "Where did u get those!"
"I found them lying above ground on my mountain. Do you like them?"
"Not really. Personally I don't think women's shoes flatter you."
"Guys made of straw shouldn't throw stones. Especially in your current condition. I do hope you'll forgive my short visit, but I have to prepare for Dorothy's arrival. And the wedding."
Anger boiled up inside him. "You lay one hand on her and I'll tear you limb from ugly limb you female pump wearing fruit!"
His eyes narrowed dangerously. "So it is true, you do love the girl. That will make this marriage all the more enjoyable. And I'll make you watch every second of it."
The kings body began to fade but his voice continued to echo through the dungeon, "and there's nothing you can do about it. Except grow old and moldy down here as you watch the girl you love become mine forever."
Scarecrows head lowered to his chest as the water dripped on his hat. For awhile there was only the small sounds of tumbling stone filling the empty place, then out of the empty air came a voice. "Scarecrow." A familiar presence filled his dungeon, one he had grown accustomed to on his journey from the corn field to the Emerald City.
Slowly the straw filled head raised, painted eyes searching the darkness. Small traces of hope seemed to leak out as he whispered "Dorothy?" Then the Nome King returned, "Hello Dorothy." As quickly as her presence appeared he felt it slip away.
"It's only a matter of time now my friend. Consider this the beginning of your end."