Warning: Extremely short Chapter ahead. I'm just writing about a chapter per day, I sort of want to finish it because it'll be the second story I've ever finished. I probably shouldn't be doing this, and getting more rest, but oh well. And I'll stop boring you now. Review please!

I gaze intently at my crystal ball (hoping the batteries don't run out) watching the effects of my poppies do their worst. They are falling asleep! Now they'll never wake up! Ha, and the Tin Man's rusted himself with crying. Why does he say he hasn't got a heart when he's so unbelievably emotional! And that Scarecrow, claiming he doesn't have a brain when he's the one with the plans and ideas. The nerve!

Wait, what's this? I turn back to my crystal, looking harder at it. It seems to be snowing! Unusual weather for July, it must be some sort of spell. But it won't help them now, my poppies' effects are permanent and can't be removed by any sort of . . . why are they waking up? WHY are they WAKING UP!

"They're not supposed to wake up!" I yell, grabbing the Grimmerie, and flipping vigorously to the page about poison poppies, almost tearing out pages in my rush.

I read all the steps over furiously, only to find that, "I missed step #156! HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED STEP #156!" I screech, sending my crows flapping out of windows and a few monkeys after them. Wow, I never knew my castle was so good for acoustics and echoing. I also didn't know I could yell so loud.

"That little girl and her ratty little dog must be at the Emerald City by now. I'll give them a little scare, make them think her presence among them has brought my wrath down upon them."

Nikko retreats a little out of his corner in order to mutter something. "Why yes I do have a horrible wrath. I'll show them what a horrible enemy I can be. I'll give them a message in the sky, tailing smoke from the end of my broomstick. Don't look at me that way! I'll manage it before it's too late."

With that I set to work, following the directions down to the very last punctuation mark (if this is possible, but if not you know what I mean). Working quickly and diligently, I'm able to complete the proper modifications with not much time to spare. I still didn't add padding, so it'll be a bumpy ride at the speed's I'll be traveling. No matter, those shoes are worth it.

"To the Emerald City as fast as lightning!" I shout, mounting my broom and stepping near the window. When nothing happens, I say, "In other words, Go!" I shoot off into the sun.

Finally, I'm there, flying around in the sky above Emerald City. The City of Lies, as I've named it, as it seems like you can hear no truth in that place. "Surrender What's-Her-Name-In-Gingham" is what I write. Because I can't remember her name, that's why! Not a very good threatening note, when you can't even remember your victim's name, but it'll have to do.

Time for a long ride back home. I glance worriedly up at the darkening sky. I'd better hurry if I want to outrun this . . . I see a wall of water headed strait toward me. I dive downwards, panicking. I manage to slip underneath a large oak tree before the storm hits. I pull my weatherbeaten cloak closely around me, careful not to sit underneath a drip. Drawing my hood up around my neck, I climb into the branches to wait out the storm. Thunder rolls above me, and the rain continues to rage. The good news is that the Yellow Brick Road will be flooded so there's no chance of that Dorothy reaching my house before I get back. Dorothy! That was her name! Well, it's too late to go back and change it.

Despite the coldness and humidity of the place, I manage to doze off. I start remembering the old days when I walked the streets of Emerald City.

"Fiyero!" I wake with a start. I must have yelled in my sleep. There's cold sweat on my forehead, and I'm panting. There's also something that feels like acid on my cheeks. I wipe it off, trying not to think of the dream. I won't remember.

The rain seems to have stopped, but the sky is still dark. I take the opportunity to retrieve my broom and fly back to my castle. I'm glad to be back in my tower. I give orders to Nikko that I'm not to be disturbed unless there's news about Dorothy.

I lock the door, close the shutters on the windows, leaving one open just enough for light to read the Grimmerie. I have to make sure I don't miss a step this time. I'll get that girl . . .