A/N: This is the new version of the 5th Chapter of WYH! I really don't have too much to say right now! I will be updating A Mile in Your Shoes soon! Just hang in there please! Thanks! ;)

I have finals in school, and then rehearsals for Fiddler start, so my updates will be even more staggered than before! Sorry!

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The Ozian sky was painted with various shades of pink and yellow as the sun began to rise. The Witch yawned and continued to watch over the odd trio. She would occasionally shift and move; to make sure she wouldn't be too stiff. Now, since it was light, she decided not to take the chance of being seen, she sat perfectly still.

Dorothy sat up slowly, she blinked then yawned. She turned to see the Scarecrow and the Tin Man looking at her, she greeted them with a smile. She stood up, stretching her arms above her head. She slowly stood up, Toto jumped at her feet. "C'mon!" she chirped, "We have to go see the Wizard!" She stepped onto the road.

The men stood up and the Tin Man whispered to Scarecrow, "She sure is chipper for this early." The Scarecrow shrugged and followed Dorothy.

The Witch watched as they set off again. A loud sighed of relief escaped her as she began climb down the Quoxwood tree. Along the way down, she was muttering something about Dorothy being a brat. She was also too chipper for that early in the morning the green woman had decided.

Once she reached the ground, she bent over then stood up; straightening her neck and back with a sickening crack. With a satisfied smirk she retrieved her broom from behind a bush only a few yards away from the tree she had stayed in.

Without another word to herself, the Witch silently lifted into the sky above the trees. She balanced the broom, occasionally she would catch torrents of air, helping her glide better. She looked below her, the forest only became denser. "Yet again, I must walk." She mumbled sourly as she descended to the Earth once again. She stomped down the road, behind Dorothy and the others.

The Scarecrow walked behind Dorothy, and beside the Tin Man, "You know," Scarecrow started, "I always seem like I'm forgetting' something. I just don't know what it is…" He shrugged, "It's probably nothing."

"That was a random comment. Yet, it might be true; you could've lost your memory or something." The Tin Man shrugged, "On the other hand; it could be nothing."

The Scarecrow fell silent, he shrugged and didn't say anything after that. His jumbled thoughts (which were supposed to be non existent) raced in his head. What if I did lose my memory? If I did, who was I before? Was I always a scarecrow? He sighed and continued to think of questions that he figured would never be answered.

The Witch had eventually come across the trio. She moved off the road and into the surrounding foliage. She figured she could blend in better that way anyways. I remember there is a hut farther down the road… she paused and smirked, hopefully they'll stop there for the brat to eat lunch. At the rate they are going… they should be there by noon. I'll make a little appearance. I need to get a head of them.

The green woman ducked lower to the ground as she passed Dorothy and co. She eventually rounded a bend formed by the yellow brick road; she stood up and began to jog. All the while balancing her broom, hat, and holding up her dress. (A/n: That's talent ;) )

Dorothy fell back to were the two men were, "What… what if there are lions and tigers…" The girl stammered as she gripped the Scarecrow's arm.

"And bears?" The Tin Man added. He attached himself to Dorothy's other arm.

"Oh my…" The Scarecrow muttered.

This became a pattern, they all chanted it. Yet they didn't notice that that only made their fear worse. Ever rustle in the bush, became a ferocious beast ready to pounce and eat them alive.

The green woman closed stopped to catch her breath, she was now at least ten minutes ahead of the trio. She picked up a steady walk, while her breathing returned to normal. Even after she caught her breath she only continued a steady walk. She was looking straight a head, when her boot caught on something quite large, she fell to the ground.

"What the hell!" She fumed. "I don't have time for…" What she saw stopped he dialogue.

It was a large lion, who had been apparently sleeping before she tripped over it. It was male, and he was cowering behind a tree when the Witch looked at him, "The lion cub from Life Sciences…" He voice trailed off.

"You…" A deep, frightened voice emitted from the lion, "You were the one who took me from that room years ago."

The Witch's eyes widened, this wasn't a lion, "You're a Lion…" She said, amazed. Ever since Dr. Dillamond she had never seen another Animal since. "Yes, I ws the one who did that..."

The lion began to shake, "Go… go away! Leave me alone! It's your fault that I'm like this! Go away Witch!" With that the Lion ran as fast as he could, his heart pounded as he ran away from the green woman.

As the Witch stared in horror as the Lion ran away, she looked at her hands, "Is this truly what I have become? A Witch?" She shook her head and winced, with that she continued to walk.

The Lion eventually stopped running, he looked behind him. "Good…" He stammered, "She…she's not following me." His ears involuntarily shot up at the sound of footsteps approaching below and behind him.

It took him a second to realize that he was at the edge of the hill; he looked down and saw the yellow brick road. He smirked, "Maybe I can do this right."

Dorothy and co. slowly made their way down the road, they were still huddled together. "Maybe we won't run into any beasts…" Dorothy began to say. As soon as she did a lion's roar filled the woods.

The Lion appeared before them, he pounded his chest as he roared. The trio cowered in fear.

The Witch made her way along, until she reached the hut. She smiled, satisfied with herself as she waited for her "guests" to arrive. She broke into the empty hut, everything was dusty and broken. She sighed as she reached a chest at the foot of an old bed.

She opened it, coughing from all the dust that flew off it. "Lucky me." She said simply as she lifted up a black cloak from the trunk. She shut it; more dust flew up in the process.

She left the hut door open; she left with the cloak in hand. Once she was outside, she quickly tied it on and she pulled the hood over her head. In the distance she could make out sounds of the Tin Man's feet clomping down the road.

"So now we have a brainless Scarecrow, a heartless tin man, a cowardly lion and me." Dorothy stated as she walked beside her new companion, the Lion, "Me, the lost farm girl from Kansas! We make quite the odd group don't we?" She laughed, the Lion nodded in agreement.

The Witch waited behind the house her green fingers drummed ageist the crate she sat on behind the house. "How long can the take!" She grumbled, as the footsteps were now clearer.

"Look!" The Scarecrow exclaimed, he pointed to the hut, "We might be able to stop there or some rest!" Dorothy smiled and ran ahead to the small house.

The trio of males ran to catch up until they were standing in front of the run down place, "Looks good enough to me." The Tin Man shrugged as he slowly stepped into the door. "No one has been here in a good long while."

The Scarecrow nodded as he stepped in after. "Dorothy, you'd better sit on the floor. Those chairs don't look stable." He pointed to a three legged chair in the corner.

Dorothy smiled and pulled an apple out of her basket. She sat down and took a large bite.

The Witch rolled her eyes as she watched the girl eat, "How can they just walk in there?" She paused, "oh well. Now… Scarecrow… are you who I think you are?"

In a hiss like whisper she repeated herself, "Fiyero…"

"Fiyero…"

"Fiyero…"

The whisper carried into the hut. Dorothy and the Lion didn't notice; but Tin Man and the Scarecrow did.

"Do you hear that Tin Man?" The Scarecrow muttered.

"Yeah, but it's probably just the wind."

"But…"

"It's just the wind."

If the Scarecrow has a proper brain, he would've accepted the fact it was only the wind but… "I'll be right back…" With a rustle of straw, he left the hut. He discovered the "wind" only got louder. He could make out the word "Fiyero."

He walked around the corner, it got louder. He cautiously continued.

The Witch's heart pounded. He's coming. He's coming to me! An excited smile appeared on her face as she continued her "chant." She made sure the cloak covered all the green on her.

The Scarecrow rounded the corner to the back of the hut, he gasped. On a crate, sat a cloaked figure; It stood up and looked at him, "You came." It was apparently female he decided by the voice.

"What do you want?" The Scarecrow asked cautiously. He eyed the figure.

The Witch was taken back by the question, she paused to think. Then she finally said, "I want to know: are you Fiyero?"

"Fiyero?" She watched the Scarecrow scratch his head, "I don't know."

"What do you mean?" She was now slightly confused.

He answered her slowly, "I don't know who I am. I may have been him; I may not have been him. All I know is that I am a brainless Scarecrow." He shrugged and sighed.

The Witch nodded and shifted her weight slightly She was began to form a hypothesis, I might've saved him; but as The Gale Force beat him he lost his memory! As I was casting my spell it only saved his body, not his memories! But he has to know deep in his mind! She spoke again"Well then, I might know who you were. You must trust me."

The straw man raised an eyebrow, "What would I have to do?" He questioned the woman.

"Well," the woman answered, "If you want to know, meet me here tonight after Dorothy retires for the night. Come alone! Also, tell no one about me; keep our meeting secret. You understand?"

He nodded without question. "Go back to your friends. They're waiting. I hope to see you here tonight."

He walked back to the hut with out saying another word, without looking back at the cloaked woman. "Sorry it took so long." Dorothy smiled at his return.

They talked to him, yet he didn't hear. He was too busy "thinking." Should I go? What would happen if I do go? He sighed and shook his head. "Maybe I will, and maybe I won't."

The Witch sighed as her cloak fell to the ground. "Now we wait." She spoke softly. She looked at her green, bony fingers, "Maybe he will, and maybe he won't." I hope he does.

A/N: Sorry it took so long. I'm working on the new chapter of Mile in Your Shoes. Sorry to leave you hanging. Also, if there are any HUGE mistakes in here… sorry. I didn't have time to properly edit this. I'll get to it though. Just stick with me, please! R/r