Wizard of Oz part 3- Original fic by MISTER BIG T

This acts as setting for the next part.

The Wicked Witch of West brought a glass of wine to her lips as she sat down to her throne.

Suddenly, the surviving monkye flied straight in from a window.

"You're highness…" itt began to gaggle. "A strong warrior attacked us like controlled by a demon! All my brothern were killed and only I was able to escape to tell about the horrid fate!" the monkey spoke, sweating nervously.

The witch pat the Monkey on it's forehead.

"Rise up loyal servant. I'm not going to punish you for reporting to me." she said smiling gently at the Monkey. Then, her expression began to change as she added "However...For not being able to kill him..."

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Dorothy walked next to the Scarecrow, when suddenly she heard a groan of pain.

"Hold on!" she said, looking at the direction of the voice.

There stood the Metallic man, with his shiny steel armor. He tried to move his hand to pick up the part from him, but he was not able to do so.

"Please help… I can't move…Without that wheel…" he, groaned trying to point at the small wheel.

"What should we do?" Dorothy asked from Scarecrow.

"Hahahahah! Take the wheel and run away really fast?" Scarecrow laughed, before he hit the side of his head couple of times.

Dorothy walked next to the small part and raised it and walked towards the Metallic man.

"Place it into the slot, it'll find it's old place soon by itself." replied the silver bright giant.

Dorothy did as she was told to do and watched in amaze as the wheel really did go by itself in it's reserved place and began to move around other pieces of the machine. Finally, the Metallic man turned around.

"I thank thee for helping me out. Who are you and could I be of your assistance?" he said, trying to bow.

"My name is Dorothy and this here's Mr.Scarecrow." Dorothy explained, pointing at her companion.

"But you can also call me your God!" Scarecrow said, rolling his right eye again.

Silence.

"There's no God, expect the one whom I refer as Master." Metallic man finally said.

"We are going to go see Wizard of Oz. Do you know a short way to there?" she felt couraged enough to ask.

"Of course, I'll take you to see my Master. Theres a path that leads to him faster than that road, the one that lies beyond this very forrest. It's more dangerous, but I'll guard you as you did help me out." he spoke in return and pointed towards a dark and gloomy forrest.

AT THE SAMETIME…

A Lion ran. He did not know where, but he kept on running in the forrest. He was too affraid to stop running or to even look behind. He was too affraid to face anyone...Especially, himself.

"What…What have I done?" he thought, few tears falling down his cheeks.

He hurried along as dark clouds from West began to get closer and closer, even close to the tower of Oz.

"Our only hope is that the chosen one arives soon Cain." Oz stated, rubbing his chin.

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Meanwhile, our heroes had already stopped and camped out for night. Metallic man saw as Scarecrow was jumping around, few of his tinkle bells on his suit giving dingling sound as he moved.

"And what's his problem?" he finally asked from Dorothy.

"It's a long story, but let's just say he wasn't always like that and I.... I want him to get better." she answered, smiling gently.

The Lion was running and he nearly got a heartattack, when he saw the campfire. Was it them?? Were they chasing after him too? Giving a gulp, he thought that if he'd scare them away, he may have chance to survive. Taking a deep breath, he jumped in the middle of the party.

"WHO ENTERS MY FORREST? I SHALL KILL YOU ALL IF YOU DO NOT LEAVE!" he shouted, trying to hide his fear.

While at it, he noticed that he was not facing an army, but just a group of people, one being even a little girl, cuddling her dog. He gave a small sigh of relief in his mind.

Suddenly a strong arm took hold of Lion's throat and threw him to ground. As the Lion was still gasping for air, he felt intense pain as few of his ribs broke as the Metal man kicked him.

"Stop!" Dorothy suddenly spoke up.

Metallic Man faced Dorothy and stopped his attack on Lion who was trembling from fear, with some blood running down his mouth. Dorothy came close to him and rubbed some of the blood away.

"How can you speak?" she asked.

"This be the magical land of Oz my fair lady." Metallic Man replied, giving a shrug.

"P-please…I'm s-sorry! I…I thought you were….One of them…" the Lion muttered, coughing some blood.

"Who did you think we were?" Dorothy asked, rubbing more of the blood away.

She felt the creatures pain. The despair and self hatred. And it made her become sad.

"A band of warriors… They killed my entire tribe… I…I tried to save my family, but there were too many of them… They…They killed them all. I was too affraid, I hid and saw what they did to the dead ones. They were skinned. They took their hides with them and left the dead bodies to rot in sun." Lion toldd, bursting into tears. "And I…The lion with the least courage got the burden of witnessing every moment of it." he continued.

Dorothy hugged the crying lion.

"The tragedy of the world of Oz is it's people.... " she thought.

"We better get some sleep. Tomorrow, we are gonna be at Emerald Castle." said the Metal man.

"It's all going to end tomorrow…" Dorothy said, cuddling the still crying Lion.

To be Concluded…