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Part 6

"MOM...!" Elsie screamed as she pushed past the guards blocking her path. She grabbed the sides of her dress and ran down the stairs out into the courtyard where the people stood by the walls huddled together, some of the men running out to help the guards chase the one holding their ruler sixty feet in the air on a broom. Once Elsie was out into the courtyard she felt hands grasp her arms and haul her back into the castle. The last thing Elsie saw before the large wooden doors of the castel shut was her mother's silhouette flying off into the dark of the night with her kidnapper.

Elsie woke with a jolt. Her body flying upright as she woke from her nightmare. Her body was drenched in a cold sweet. Though it was quite cold in her bedchambers. Elsie for a moment looked at the doors expecting her mother to walk through the doors with her night gown on, hair a mess and dark circles under her eyes from her being woken up during her beauty sleep. Though Elsie had always thought her mother was the most beautiful when she was being a mother. Not a politician.

Elsie looked down at her absurd thoughts. She knew her nightmare was no dream. It was what had taken place three days ago, at the Annual Ozian Ball. The Palace guards had lost the kidnapper and Glinda at the Oakhair Forest. Apparently the kidnapper had flown over the forest leaving the guards no choice but to follow suit, only to lose them. When the guards had made it out of the forest they had no idea which way they had flown, or if they had stopped in the forest. When they had returned two days later, without Glinda Elsie had passed out after screaming at them for not bringing her mother back to her. All of Oz was on the look out for their ruler. Elsie was being guarded at all times. There were guards stationed around the Palace at all times. The people of Oz were even offering to help, and there were search parties going out every hour to help look for Glinda.

But Elsie knew, they would never find her. They would never find her mother until that kidnapper wanted them to. Elsie cursed and stood from her bed, pulling her robe around her tightly as she walked over to her balcony. She saw two guards standing on it at the doors still in position. She sighed, she could not even look out at The Emerald city the way she had three days prior, not that she wanted to. She hated Oz, she hated it. That's what started the tears again. She turned her back on the Emerald City and walked further into her bedroom. Elsie sat down on her bed and stared out into space as the tears fell.

Elsie wasn't sure how long she had been sitting on the bed the way she was, or how long she had been crying. All she knew was that the doors to her balcony were now opening. Elsie just figured it was one of the guards coming in to end his shift out in the cold night air. Though as the seconds passed on and she was not greeted by the sound of feet slamming together and armor hitting against other armor plates she looked up. There was no guard standing at attention, there was no guard standing in front of her period. There was no guard, there was no armor, there was a figure on a broom! A bloody BROOM!

Elsie was screamed, but her scream was muffled by the hand that was covering her mouth. Elsie moved her hands to the persons's arm and tired to push it away from her, to at least give her the leverage to push away from them and roll off the bed to the opposite side. She had no such luck of doing anything when a hand went up to her eyes. Elsie froze and threw her weight back toward her bed, so the person couldn't keep hold of her or cover her eyes. When Elsie did this she watched as the intruder put their finger up to their lips. Telling her to remain quite.

As if Elsie was actually going to listen to them and remain quite. Yet...Elsie hadn't screamed yet. She hadn't done anything to get attention drawn to her room, so it seemed she was going to listen to this intruder. Elsie had no logical explanation why she was looking or why she even bothered but when she did look she had to hold back a scream. The eyes, the outfit, the gloves, the mask!

"Holy OZ!" Elsie said into her hands as she pushed back and kept moving back until her back made contact with the wall. It was her mystery dancer.

TBC...