Chapter Three
Glinda the Good bit her lip as the final lashing of the whip went across her back. She blinked back the tears that were threatening to come from her green eyes. She refused to give her captor the privilege to see her cry!
A few minute later, soldiers grabbed her and threw her in a prison cell with her husband. She groaned once she landed on her back on the dirt floor.
William would have grabbed her she knew, but he had been tortured far worse than she had been. His face was bruised, his lip was had been cut rather deeply, and he had had received ten more lashes from the whip than Glinda. He crawled to his wife to help her get off the ground the best that he could. His eyes widened as he looked at the reopened wounds that were on her wrist. Her bleeding wounds brought back memories from twenty-five years ago…
William Anderson threw off the covers in the guestroom that he was staying in at the palace in the Emerald City. He had so many thoughts running through his head that it was depriving from sleep! He let out an aggravated sigh, and got out of the bed. He changed out of his pajamas and put on the clothes he had worn earlier.
Knowing he would be unable to sleep, he left his room and went for a walk to explore the palace. He still could not believe he was in this place! It had been several days since his arrival, and he was no closer to going home! He walked down the long hallway, completely lost in thought. He started to hum a song, but the sound of crying caused him to stop. He paused in his walking and listened to where the sound was coming from.
After a few minutes, he discovered the sound was coming from Glinda's room. He walked toward her closed door and gently knocked on it.
"W-w-who is it?" Glinda questioned. Her voice was completely strained and weak from sobbing.
"It's William. Are you all right, Your Goodness?" He replied outside the door. Silence answered him. "Your Goodness? Glinda?" He called her name for a few minutes, but he received no answer.
For reasons that he still did not know until this day, he found himself picking the lock to her door. Twenty seconds later, he managed to open it and went inside her room. His blue eyes widened when he saw what a mess the room was, but that did not bother him. Glinda was hurt! She was on the floor. Her wrists were bleeding and her skin was extremely pale! A bloody knife was in her hand.
He bent down on the ground and checked for a heartbeat. She had one but it was faint. He picked her up, and ran to the hospital wing in the palace. She was going to need major help!
Glinda's moaning brought William back to the present. He smiled as he saw his wife's green eyes opened. "Are you all right?" He asked.
She nodded and closed her eyes. "She wants the Grimmerie. Morrible want the Grimmerie," she whispered. She tried to get up, but dizziness instantly overcame her.
"Don't move," William told her. His voice was extremely shaky. "We are going to get out of this," he said as he stroked her hair.
Glinda did not answer him. She hoped he was right.
"We are lost aren't we?" Daphne asked David. It had been three days since they had started traveling to a place where David said that they could get help to get into the Emerald City.
The young man shook his head. "We are not lost. We are..uh…" his voice trailed off as he saw a shed that they had passed ten minutes ago.
Daphne rolled her eyes. "Okay, we need to get directions," she told him.
"We do not," he mumbled under his breath.
"What is it with men asking directions? Come on," she grabbed his arm and dragged him to the shed. "We will get directions here."
She knocked on the door. Daphne let out a big gasp when she saw who answered.