Cain opened his eyes and sat up, alert. He fell asleep. He looked at DG's sleeping figure on the bed next to him. Her chest rose and fell to the beat of her heart. Slow and rhythmic. It was hard to imagine this girl saving the entire OZ. But it was true.

This girl also managed to walk into a holographic projection of Zero and his goons beating Adora and Jeb over and over again for eight annuals with just a stick for protection against the longcoats. This girl was something else entirely. Maybe it was because she was from the otherside or maybe it was because she was really tough as nails. He even started to pick up some of DG's sayings like Oh my god, which he didn't understand. The Ozians didn't have gods. They prayed to the OZ itself and the sun. Why would you pray to a single person when you should pray to your environment? Your surroundings are the thing that provides for you. It gives you life.

And she said holy a lot. Like 'Holy shit.' And 'Holy mother of god.' Some of the things that came out of that girls mouth really made him scratch his head. Like who the hell was Beyonce? That was an odd name. She made a remark when they were traveling to the Mystic Man. 'This dress makes me look like I have Beyonce hips.' She sniggered after.

DG opened her blue eyes. She looked at the ceiling and he berated himself for not paying attention.

"Princess?"

"Yeah, Mr. Cain?" She asked.

"You wanna go back to your room?"
"Not especially."

"why?"

"Mother is waiting to ambush me." She answered nonchalant

"I can't protect you from the Queen." He humored.

"Wish you could." She muttered.

Eventually after 10 minutes of boredom, DG got up, wincing.

"It still hurt?"

"I broke a couple ribs."

"Let me get Raw."

"No." She whispered. He stopped and looked at her. "Let them heal so I can actually feel the pain. Might make me stop being so much trouble." She smirked. He shook his head.

"You'll never stop being trouble even if you tried." She smiled and swung her legs over the bed and set them on the ground and grabbed Cain's arm and she stood up shakily.

"Well, at least you're honest." She smiled. He smirked back at her and placed a hand at her back and led her out of the room. She stumbled a couple times.

"What is wrong?"

"Stupid heels. I hate high heels."

"Well, we're almost there. Then you can sit down."

"Great." She muttered sarcastically. He tightened his grip on her back and helped her to her room.

When she was led there, the Queen was watiting for her, for once without her Prince Consort.

"Majesty." He bowed and gasped when DG elbowed him sharply and discreetly.

"May I speak with my daughter, alone?" She asked coolly. He nodded and backed out and stood guard at the door.

DG took in the Queen's appearances. She looked quite young. Maybe their life span was longer here. She wore a off white dress, with her shoulders bearing. She ahd her hair up in a bee's nest hair do. Apparently that was still in style over here, instead of being a sixties look over in the Otherside. Her lavender eyes shone with purpose.

"Dorothy." She inclined her head in acknowledgement.

"Mother." She curtsied. Lavender Eyes regarded her with a scrutinizing gaze. DG stood to her full height.

"Your sister's health is getting better." The Queen said gliding to the window. Jeez, she was as graceful as a gazelle. Maybe it came with being Queen. She hoped not. On the off chance that she was Queen, she couldn't glide like gazelle.

"That's good."

"The witch did some unfortunate things to our family's kingdom." She continued. Unfortunate?! DG shook with silent rage. Unfortunate is when you lose a penny in the drain. What happened here over the last fifteen years was far beyond unfotunate. Hundreds of poele died under the witch's reign. The Queen had plenty of opportunities to help her country but elected not to. She chose to rely on her youngest daughter and her repressed magic. She felt her magic flare, but she tampered it down. She didn't want to explode on her. Although that would be gratifying, highly gratifying. She didn't want the Queen to know her magic potential. "We will have to go to Finaqua to await the completion of the rebuild of this castle."
"They're rebuilding it?"

"Yes there were some major fatalities to the castle itself and I have arranged a six month rebuilding team to reside here. Alert your friends and your sister. We leave tomorrow." The Queen turned to her and regarded her. "Do you remember Finaqua?"

"No."

"Do you remember anything?" She said anything as if it was her fault that she couldn't remember anything.

"No." DG snapped. The Queen jumped slightly at the sudden out burst. "I have my memories sealed with magic. Do you want to remove the magic, Mother?"

"I have no magic." She said slowly, showing her hands to reveal a pale Gale symbol engraved in her hand.

"So I can't remember anything." DG said stubbornly.

"Well, you certainly haven't changed since you were a little girl." The Queen huffed. DG smirked internally. That means she had to have this backbone that she has when she was younger. Good. Maybe she put people in their place then.

There was a knock at the door.

"Yes." Her mother said lazily.

"It's Azkadellia." Her mother sighed. DG glared at her. Her mother wilted a little under her daughter's heated glare.

"Enter." DG said not taking her heated eyes off her mother. Azkadellia walked in, dressed in a pale purple gown that looked so beautiful on her. It brought out her eyes. It was an off lavender color. Her mother glared at Az lightly. But luckily Az didn't notice. She was too busy looking at DG. DG smiled approvingly of the outfit her sister had donned on.

"I need to talk to DG." Azkadellia said timidly. This was how her sister was before the witch. Timid, sweet and nice. Delicate. DG had done more protecting against her sister than the other way around. Exxcept for the witch. That stupid bitch ruined everything that DG had ever set up for her sister. She was going to find Az the best suitor for her and she was going to be at her sister's side when she married him. Wait, she remembered?! She heard faint whispering. But she didn't have any time to contemplate the faint whispering as the tension grew higher in DG's bedroom. Then she heard a distinct, 'Didn't belong.' But she thought she was hearing things.

Her mother whipped around her eyes narrowing on her younger daughter. She bristled. Why do people automatically assume its her fault for everything?! It wasn't her fault that her sister wanted to talk to her. Maybe Mr. Cain is rubbing off on her. Rubbing off on the Queen. There was a mental image she reealllyyy didn't want. She mentally shook her head. Dirty thoughts, dirty thoughts, dirty thoughts. She stared down her mother. When her mother looked down a party was going on in DG's head. We won, we won, we won! WHOO! The Queen can't win a glare contest. DG is the undefeated champion! She wondered where all these thoughts came from. She was weird. The most random thoughts ran through her head at the worst times too.

Then the Queen left after no defence from DG.

"DG, something happened when the Witch took over my body. Do you remember it?" Azkadellia asked shyly. DG shook her head. She didn't remember anything from that day or anything. "This should help." Az placed the Emerald in DG's hands. DG gasped and backed up with the Emerald in her hands. She tilted her head back and images flashed through her hair. Her sister screaming for help and DG scared in a corner. The Emerald fighting to be released from the Witch. It didn't belong with her. The Emerald didn't belong to her. Didn't belong

"The Emerald didn't belong with the witch." DG said in awe.

"It doesn't belong with me either."

"Yes, it does, Az. It came to you." She remembered the night before. After they defeated the Witch, the Emerald soared through the air to where Az was standing and DG moved out of the way and it dropped into her sister's leather gloved hands. Her sister smiled sadly. She took off her gloves and tilted her palms for DG to see. They were red and burned. DG gasped stepping back.

"What is that?"

"The Emerald. It doesn't belong to me. I don't know why it's going to you, though."

"I do." Az was looking at DG interested. "When we were little girls, I struggled to find my light because it was so miniscule that I couldn't tap into it. You're the princess of the light, Az. I heard the witch, it's my fault that you were possessed, my fault that the whole kingdom is in ruins. I am the dark princess. The Emerald calls to me because my magic is dark." She said honestly.

"No, DG. You're wrong."

"When I was on the Otherside, I always drew in the night, I was always drawn to the stars. I liked darker colors and darker things than other people my age. It all fits."

You didn't fit in with kids on the Otherside, Princess? The Emerald spoke to her for the first time. DG gasped and locked eyes with her sister.

"What?"
"The Emerald spoke to me." Az gasped.

"That doesn't happen very often. Only to people who the Emerald is bound to by the Realm. The OZ bound you to the Emerald. It chose you. Oh my great Gale. This is huge! This happened since your namesake was Queen of the Oz."

"Oz?"

"That's what it was called before." Az shook her head and rubbed her hand all over her face in thought. "This complicates things." She locked eyes with her sister. "What did it say?"

"It said 'You didn't fit in with kids on the Otherside, Princess?' Is that a weird question for an Emerald to ask?" DG was confused.

"Emeralds don't talk, Deeg. They don't do anything. This Emerald's magic is connected to the OZ. That's why the witch was able to get power so quickly. Own the Emerald and you own the OZ. The Witch wanted to own it but could never tap into the Emerald's magic. It wouldn't allow it. She was so frustrated with it, she blew up the west tower." Az smiled in memory. "It felt good for the witch not to get her way." DG smiled half-heartedly. She looked at the Emerald. It pulsed green magic. It throbbed with power. What was she supposed to do with it? She couldn't rule.

You can rule. I will help you. Things have gone sour in the Realm. You must fix it. The emerald spoke.

"What am I supposed to do?"

We'll start by going to Finaqua. Your mother will leave you alone, for the most part. She left you alone most of the time when you were a child, that shouldn't change now. DG squeezed the Emerald in acceptance. It pulsed a couple times and then dimmed. Guess it was done talking.

"You weren't talking to me, were you?" Az's voice broke through DG's concentration and thinking spell.
"Sorry. The Emerald was talking to me." Azkadellia smiled.

"It belongs to you. I know it. Your magic will increase with the Emerald. You have such a higher purpose than just to rescue your sister from an evil Witch's possession." Az joked.

"Maybe." DG agreed halfheartedly.

"You do have a higher purpose. You need to heal your people. They will need to heal after the witch's take over. It wasn't fair to them." Az said sadly.

"It wasn't your fault, Azkadellia." DG said convincingly.

"It wasn't my fault if it wasn't your fault." Az blackmailed.

"That's not fair!" DG stomped her foot. Az laughed. DG smiled lightly. She liked Az laughing. It was like a ringing bell, just not as annoying. She had a sparkling smiled and a beautiful laugh. DG was thankful her sister was still herself. She was almost afraid that she would have changed for the worse.

But she didn't. She was still the Azkadellia she remembered. Helping her get into trouble and practicing her magic with. Her never ending patience with her lack of skill in the magic field. DG looked at the Emerald. It made sense now. She had control of dark magic, not light. She shouldn't try and use her light, she should try and use her dark. She'll have to keep that in mind in her future lessons with Toto, her tutor. He preferred to be called, Tutor.

Guess he doesn't like to be named after Dorothy's dog. Go figure.