A/N- Hey, thanks for checking this out. I doubt many people read Wizard of Oz fanfics, but this idea wouldn't leave my head. I own nothing that you may recognize.
The scarecrow looked out upon his domain and witnessed chaos, and he was content. He was the true power. The others had been nothing. Now they served only him.
The Lion had fallen first after the departure of Dorothy and the "wizard". Then, the Tin Man, and eventually even the Northern Witch had fallen. Now, it was just he.
With Dorothy gone, there had been a power vacuum, and the three remaining defeaters of the Witch had moved to fill it. But, only one could rule. Their small attempt at committee had but delayed the inevitable. They had split Oz into four regencies: the realms of the Lion, the Witch, the Tin Man, and the Scarecrow. Now there was only one. The Scarecrow.
One and Only God
To the west, thought the Scarecrow. Hmm, that is if the monkeys aren't lying. They might have been. The monkeys weren't the most reliable of scouts, though they were the fastest and most skilled. Besides, he reasoned, they wouldn't lie about something like this if they want to remain outside the flux. The flux, that which gave the world its particularly unique feeling. The flux made the world magical. He could still vaguely remember the world before the flux. His life as a scarecrow had been dull and without meaning. The flux was his savior, and it made the world easy to manipulate.
The flux, mused the Scarecrow, gives me my power, and not only my magic. Nothing could exist outside the world. That was where the flux was. The flux was chaos, his most useful ally, and anyone who did not want to be torn to bits by pure chaos would follow his commands. That was where his power lay- in fear.
"Call the wolves," commanded the Scarecrow, suddenly. "Tell them that they have free rein to the west. The inhabitants there have been found guilty of sedition and treason. Free rein."
"Of course, Lord," responded the impish messenger.
"May God have mercy on their souls," breathed the Scarecrows personal guard.
"There is only one God, and he has your family under the knife. We ride!" He rode off in a cloud of dust, leaving the guard with a frightened look on his face.
He shivered, "Jesus....."
A/N- r & r
