Chapter 5

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2 and 1/2 months after Dorothy and Scarecrow are captured.

Loila sat at the cow and milked it trying not to tear up again. The young cow turned and looked down Loila.

"I think I'm dry, Loila," she said.

Loila realized she was not paying attention, and gatherer her things.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

The cow looked at her new mistress with sad eyes and asked, "Do you think they're alive?"

Loila took a deep breath, and said, "We know Dorothy is. Still locked up in that awful jail, but no word on Scarecrow yet. "

The cow sniffed a few times, but went back to eating her hay.

Loila decided to stay on the farm and take care of it as best she could. Her nephew Danys would come and go as he still had to work in the city.

So much had happened in the two months since Dorothy and Scarecrow's capture. Word had indeed spread quickly that Lord Ordaran had taken Scarecrow back to his land as a prisoner, and Dorothy was in jail here.

There were protests and some riots for her release from what Loila and Danys had heard. Some citizens had gotten together to plan her release, but failed. The queen was losing her control of Oz over what she did. When she had come out and spoken to the people, they had thrown things at her chasing her back into the city, and she had not been out since.

So, she declared martial law. Loila shook her head. She thought the Great War was bad? It was nothing like a rebellion from your own people.

Loila was about to take the milk into the house when Danys came running into the barn. He looked around for his aunt and said, "Aunt Loila!"

"What?"

The young munchkin came up to his aunt and said, "I just spotted Kronos and Phillipe. It looks like Aunt Lorna riding Kronos!"

Loila gasped, and ran outside as fast as her little legs could take her. They went up the small hill where the well was, and there she was.

Loila was relieved beyond measure. She really thought her sister was dead.

She could see Kronos and Phillipe galloping towards the farm. She was relieved to see those two. She didn't know what became of them.

The horses stopped and Kronos helped Lorna down, and the two sisters embraced for a long time crying, and arguing, and laughing. Then Danys joined in.

"Where have you been?" Loila asked.

"Ozma had me locked in a room so I couldn't warn Dorothy or Scarecrow. She kept me there," Lorna said shaking her head in disgust.

Loila looked at her sister confused. She looked healthy enough. "How did you get out then?"

Lorna smiled. "I guess Ozma forgot I knew about the tunnels too."

Lorna looked around sadly then she turned to her sister with determination in her eyes. "Pack your things," she said.

Loila looked at her confused. "Why?"

Instead of answering Lorna turned to their nephew. "Danys, get word to your father that Loila and I are taking a little trip. Gather up all livestock you can from here and take it to Munchkin City for now."

"Yes, Aunt Lorna. Where are you going?"

Loila had so many questions about what was happening now.

Lorna smiled sadly. Her family had traveled numerous times, but Oz was home. Now, they had to leave to save their lives.

"Is Dorothy alright? Any word on Fiyero?" Loila asked.

Lorna shook her head sadly. "Dorothy is alive, and I know they are treating her well, but nothing on the king yet."

Loila felt fresh tears burn her eyes, but she held back.

"So, I do not understand, sister, where are we going?"

"We are meeting Lion and Tin Man tonight. They have a plan to at least get Dorothy out right now, but we have to go before Ozma finds out they are still in Oz," Lorna said.

"Good! I heard they have been banished indefinitely. But, where are we going? Are we leaving with them?" Loila asked horrified.

Lorna turned and looked at her sister again with determination. "Yes, they are coming to fetch us. We are going to the land of the Mifkits."

…..

"I think I have her convinced," the man said to Tin Man.

"If this doesn't work then we will have to have a full on rebellion of the kingdom, and I hate to see the things that we worked so hard for ruined by that," Tin Man said to the man in the purple cape.

Blue eyes met with a silver face. "She will. She has no use for Dorothy now. She knows what happened, and that I would have use for her."

"We just have to convince Dorothy she will be safe now," Lion said.

"She might try to escape from me," the man said to the two generals. He then shook his head sadly. "I don't blame her."

"I think it is a great idea to keep her prisoner until we reach your castle," Tin Man said.

"I hate to do it, but she will never believe me," the silver haired man said.

Lion sniffed the air. "The munchkin women are coming," he said.

Leandra, General Lion's mate, perked up and said, "I will greet them."

The horses and the soldiers surrounding the Mifkit King were ready to go to Emerald City.

King Oran looked around, and took a deep breath. He had so much to make up for. This was the least he could do.

When Tin Man and Lion showed up two months ago. He was willing to help. He was the best armed of the countries surrounding Oz, and needed to redeem himself. He had heard of what Lord Ordaran did, and now was his chance. He could no longer avenge his dead daughter against Drigka, but he could appease her and his soul at last by helping get the savior the help she needed.

Wings flapped in the distance, and the gargoyle ambassador of the Land of the Gargoyles Damain landed gracefully in front of the group.

"It looks safe enough to travel, sire," he said.

King Oran nodded. He looked over at Tin Man and said, "It is now or never."

Tin Man nodded and sat there for a moment. He could not think of a worse situation than what they were in now. Loila and Lorna came up and looked around. Thankfully, Loila kept quiet. Lorna must have told her everything.

"Good luck, your grace. May the gods be with you," Lion said.

Oran nodded again, and ordered his men to move. "Get back to my castle. I will bring her there, but I will not say a word as to not throw us off and cause suspicion."

Tin Man watched as Oran and his banner men take off towards Emerald City. He could only pray to the gods that this worked.

He shook his head and felt tears threaten again. He reminded himself that Dorothy would scold him about rusting if they did fall.

Word had come to them that Scarecrow was still alive, but Ordaran was making his life hell.

He could only pray they could get to him in time after getting Dorothy out.

Lion came up to him and said quietly, "We have to go."

Tin Man nodded. He wanted so badly to do this himself, but he knew it was not safe for Dorothy or the rest of them.

He could have never imagined in a million years that Oz would turn against them like they did. That their queen would do this to them.

He wanted so badly to turn back time and have Scarecrow convinced to challenge Ozma on the throne, but he would have none of it. Scarecrow was a stickler for the rules, and followed them like he was told to.

Tin Man felt the anger rise again. If only…

The rest of the group turned and headed back to Mifkit Land. He could only hope that Oran was successful, and Dorothy would be free again. Then they could concentrate on getting Scarecrow.

Lion could see the tears threatening Tin Man once more. He was not much better. Everyone was so quiet as they began to cross the borders back into the desert, and back into Mifkit Land. Of all people to help them it had to be Oran. The one who betrayed them for Drigka.

However, he knew humans very well, and two months ago when they fell on his land, he had first taken them prisoner, but only for show it turned out. It took a lot of convincing on their part to trust him again, but Lion knew they could.

The King had turned his people and his land around from his old ways. He was thriving again, and his people greeted him with love. He had proved that he changed. Lion knew it was the Myra's death that changed him. Out of tragedy came hope.

However, they didn't have a choice. The Mifkits were very good at negotiating, and the best armed of all the lands after the desert. Damian did the best he could with the gargoyles, but they only had so much.

Lion sighed. Things were moving again. Let's hope things went the way they planned.

Sorry for this chapter being so short. Dorothy's POV comes back the next chapter.