Reverence
(a bit on the short side, sorry! A few chapters were skipped until I actually write them.)
So they trekked to the road that lead to Oz-Realm, but a field of tall corn had blocked their path. Doro gazed at it for a moment and said, "c'mon let's go!"
She started singing that song again.
Thompodor in the grass. Thompodor in the corn. Thombodor…
She weeded her way through the tall Corn. Deeper inside the compound, ravens had begun pelting the group with rocks and had drawn them to the center of the field where the Tall Doll resides. The doll had been crucified to a cross and it's shirt was filled with corn and grass. It's mouth was sewn together and it's hair was drier than the Sahara. They stopped, feeling a bit cautious, and watched as the doll lifted it's head.
"Ta…ta…Tamantha?" it spoke with a rather strong male voice.
"No, it is me. Doro."
The doll opened his weary eyes and saw the onlookers.
"Who is he?" asked Doro.
"He's the Tall Doll." Said the Lion-tiger.
"Legend says he was Oz-man's closest friend." Said Sevy.
The doll sighed, "I was never close to that bastard. He betrayed me, so I returned the favor. I had a good life as prince of the realm."
Doro walked closer to the doll and said, "your name is Lycemus, isn't it?"
The doll nodded, "and your name is Dorthea Brown."
Doro smiled, "how do you know this?"
"I know these things." He said.