Chapter 6

I do not own anything from Wizard of Oz the movie or the books.

Next chapter will be Scarecrow's POV.

Dorothy stood as the Mifkit soldiers were tying her up while Ozma and Oran stood speaking lowly to each other along with Thoreon and Reginald.

She noticed the soldier only gave her a very loose knot. In fact, she could have easily slipped out of it if she wanted to. Yet, something told her to corporate. She was still unsure of why Oran had said that to her. So many questions danced in her head as they looked towards her, and began to approach her.

She heard roaring outside of her cell door, and realized that Aslan was coming with them as well. Dorothy didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

Ozma looked Dorothy up and down, and said, "Dorothy, I hope you know that this is for the best. Ordaran made deals with us that I could not resist."

Dorothy's eyes narrowed in anger. "I don't know Ordaran, and your deals with him are your business, but to risk even one person's life for your own gain is sickening. Now, you have given me a death wish, besides my husband."

Ozma shook her head. "You don't know what you say. You are blinded to the ruling class, and the hard decisions we must make everyday."

Dorothy scoffed, and laughed sarcastically much to Ozma's chagrin.

The Mifkit soldiers nudged Dorothy a little. Dorothy stood her ground for a moment and gave a thoughtful look to Ozma. "Ask yourself this Ozma. What would we do to those that hurt the ones we love?"

Ozma's eyes widened with a mix of fear, and realization that Dorothy Gale was not as timid as she seemed.

"Is that a threat to royalty, Dorothy?" Reginald asked suspiciously.

Dorothy smirked at Reginald and said, "Only if Fiyero is dead."

Oran finally stepped in, worried that his plan would go awry if Dorothy kept on digging the hole she was now in. "I will take care of her now, Ozma. I will make sure she does not repeat what she has said."

Oran then ordered a gag to be put on Dorothy who kept staring down Ozma with a look that would make the old king (who had seen many wars) cringe in fright. He had to get her out of there and put her head back on straight. If he didn't then she really wouldn't see Scarecrow ever again.

"Take her. She is now banished from Oz indefinitely," Thoreon said.

"My pleasure, my lord," Oran said nodding to the queen and her advisors.

Oran gave the order to take Dorothy Gale and Aslan to the tunnels. They would slip Dorothy out there as Ozma did not want any more rebellions or riots. Oran was kind of glad for this because he could slip Dorothy out without anyone noticed and ruining her chances of safety.

He knew his guard did not tie their bonds tightly. They could run at any time, but he also knew the prisoners were both smart and decided to go along with this ruse.

The young lion gave Oran a knowing look. A spy had reached his ears from his father. They decided it was best to still keep Dorothy in the dark to save her life.

Dorothy walked through the tunnels with the group. Oran would meet them outside of the city as to not attract attention from the people of Oz as to what was happening to her. She was still gagged, and felt her throat become dry from the gag. She would bide her time, and try to escape, but Oran's words and the loose ties around her wrists were nagging at her.

Besides, she noticed Aslan not fighting back against the Mifkit King. She had also picked up on the look exchanged by the lion and the King.

Could it possibly be the Mifkit King was helping them? Dorothy couldn't even imagine it. She remembered the day Myra was murdered so well. How she died with her eyes wide open and laid there so still staring up at the sky it still haunted Dorothy. So, why in the universe would this man even want to help her or Scarecrow?

Dorothy felt the tears burn her eyes as she thought of her husband. She could not even imagine what he was going through right now. He was still alive she just knew it. She could still feel him. It had been three months since she was able to see him, touch him, and feel him. Every moment that passed now felt like an eternity to her without him near her. Every day they were apart felt like a little piece of her heart was being torn from her chest. It was worse torture than being in that jail for three months.

They stepped into the deep forest and Dorothy had to admit it felt good to be outside again. She breathed in the night air, and felt the blood began to flow again in her veins. The fact that she was outside made her more determined to make her escape and find her husband.

She knew where South Aglas was, but she still needed a map. If only she knew where Lion and Tin Man were, and worried for their safety as well. She wondered if Glinda and Marvel were still trapped on Earth. The only person who really could only defeat Ozma if they were to rebel against her was Glinda.

Dorothy was then put on a horse, and Oran rode up to her. Aslan was behind her. "We should be back to the castle in Mifkit in two days," the king said to her.

Dorothy turned and threw an angry look at him. "Betrayed again. Why are you doing this?"

Oran smirked at her, and said, "You'll find out soon enough, savior."

Dorothy noted the sarcasm at the word savior. He had no one to blame for his daughter's death but himself.

They took off into the deep forest and Dorothy knew this trail it was far from the yellow brick road, and no eyes to see them, but she knew it well enough to try to escape.

She knew the meadow they would probably stop and camp at. She hoped Aslan would take her signal when she did it, and they could escape together and figure out what to do from there when the time came.

Dorothy sat in her thoughts for a while and did not notice Oran come up and ride beside her. Her main focus was Scarecrow, and the worry was overwhelming her.

"Dorothy..."

Dorothy looked up and over at the king. He then stopped the horses and reached over and took her hands in his big one. He then took a knife and Dorothy was about to reel back in defense when the knife went through the rope that had her tied and dropped to the ground.

Dorothy gasped in shock and looked up at the King who was eyeing her reaction in amusement.

"You are more than welcome to leave. Aslan is also free to go, but I warn you that you are safer with me now than back in Oz," he said.

The procession of soldiers began to move and Dorothy took control of the horse she was on. Aslan came up beside her, and said, "He's right."

Dorothy's eyes narrowed again and she asked. "Are you going to tell me what is going on?"

Aslan smiled slightly. "I hate to say this, but trust him."

Dorothy knew she had a decision to make. One thing she always knew and understood was logic. Her logical thinking told her it was the right thing to do.

She took a deep breath. She had nothing else to lose now. She and the horse she was on followed the rest of the Mifkits.

The ride was pretty quiet for the days they were on the road and they all slept for a few hours before making it into the Mifkit Kingdom. Oran made sure Dorothy had her privacy from the others.

Dorothy thought about escaping again, but Aslan seemed very relaxed. Whenever they passed a town they would take a different path, and then there was a tense moment when they met upon Oz soldiers in training. Oran ordered them to both be tied up again, but they were let loose once they were safe.

The impassable desert was not so impassable anymore. In fact, they made through without any issues. Though Dorothy was hotter than hell the whole way through. King Oran remarked it was the ancients who named it this before traveling became easier.

Dorothy was amazed at how beautiful it was. It was just like Oz, but she realized there was a lot of purple here. The trees, the flowers, and even some plants were purple. No wonder the king wore it a lot. Even the mountains that she spotted in the distance were a beautiful hue of lavender.

Suddenly, Dorothy turned to Oran and asked. "Why are you doing this?"

Dorothy immediately spotted the sad look that washed over Oran's face. He turned to her and said, "For more reasons than you know."

Dorothy suddenly wanted to hug the man. It was obvious that Myra's death had taken a toll on him.

He gave her another look that Dorothy could not read and said, "Besides, when we make it to the castle. I have something to show you."

"I would really would just like to know the way to go rescue my husband," she said.

Oran smiled. "I know you are anxious to do that. That will be very soon."

They reached the castle by nightfall. Aslan had been very quiet and anxious about something. The castle looked like something out of a fairy tale, and very different from Emerald City. The towers reached to the sky, and the walls were painted white over the brick. There was even moat surrounding it. Inside the walls was business as usual for the citizens living inside.

Dorothy's mouth almost gaped at how the king was greeted by his people. She remembered years ago when he almost had a coup. Dorothy could feel the stares coming her way, and the whispers beginning.

"Is that the savior of Oz?" She heard around her. "Can't be, can it?"

Dorothy blushed at the attention she was beginning to get. This was the last thing she wanted. She wanted to find Scarecrow. She wanted to cry, she wanted to shout. All she wanted was her husband back.

"Dorothy please relax," Oran said handing his horse over the stable boy.

Dorothy could feel the tears threatening. She turned to Oran and said in shaky voice, "Please all I want is find my husband and friends. I don't want any games."

"We are going to leave to go get him as soon as possible!"

Dorothy gasped at the voice and looked behind her at the castle entrance. There stood her friends. From Tin Man to Lorna to Lion to Phillipe. Except for Scarecrow, Glinda, and Oscar all of them were there.

The tears began to run down her cheeks as she ran into metal and furry arms.