Chapter 14

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Queen Ozma of Oz was losing control. She was losing control of her land, and her people. The rebellion had been begun.

People were storming the city, and looting, and destroying things as they went along. They chanted Scarecrow's name at every turn. She was trapped here in the castle.

"You need to cast the spell, Ozma," Thoreon said eyes flashing at his cousin and lover.

Ozma looked up at him. She had sent out troops to get control over the riots, but they turned on her.

She had not made friends while queen, and now she had no help from her once former allies. She had no other choice; she had to cast the spell to get control of the country once more.

Oz was falling apart in front of her eyes, and there was nothing she could do about it.

The funniest thing was, Ordaran had sent Ozma riches beyond her wildest dreams as payment for not marrying her. He also told her that there would be more once he was done with Scarecrow, and he could have what was coming to him from her.

She had begged him for help with the people, but she had not heard anything yet.

He said that Dorothy Gale had escaped, and Ozma knew that he would find her eventually. She wondered if Dorothy was dead, but she knew better.

"Someone is always helping her!" Ozma suddenly blurted out.

Thoreon turned from the curtains, and said, "I would be very surprised if she was still alive."

"Well, maybe I need to go on a diplomatic journey," Reginald said.

"To who, father?" Thoreon asked.

Reginald shrugged. "Our original plan did not work. The people did not believe us about Scarecrow abandoning them, so we need another route."

Ozma took a deep breath. "Well, I will just cast a spell."

Reginald looked over at the two younger fairies with disbelief.

"You can do that Ozma, but how long before Dorothy realizes she can still use the emerald and free them," Reginald said.

"She has to be dead, uncle," she argued. "She will never know. The spell will last forever."

"You said it yourself. She is always getting help. I have a feeling she is still alive," he said. "It won't if the emerald is used to counteract it."

Ozma scoffed. She wanted absolute power. Over her people, and the land surrounding Oz. But, she couldn't even keep her troops under control. She had to cast the spell.

If Dorothy and Scarecrow were still alive, then that would not happen.

Just when Ozma would make her decision a royal guard entered the throne room.

"What is it?" She asked him frustrated at the interruption.

"Your highness, my apologies. King Oran of the Mifkits is here for a peaceful visit," he said.

Ozma sat up, and Reginald and Thoreon stood at attention.

"What! Does he have anyone with him?" She asked.

The guard shook his head, and said, "No, your grace. Just his personal guards, we searched him and the area already."

She turned to Thoreon who shrugged. "He doesn't have the funds to do anything to us anyway."

"Maybe he will surrender his land. Now that Scarecrow is captured and Dorothy is missing, he has had a change of heart," Reginald said to his niece.

"I still don't trust him. Look what he did," Ozma said.

"Of course not, but he knows he is lost without us. We will defeat him easily," Thoreon said.

"I can't even control my own people, "Ozma said rubbing her chin in thought.

"The spell will change that soon," Thoreon said.

Ozma smiled. Yes, yes it would. She guessed she should be happy. Scarecrow was gone, and Dorothy was lost somewhere in a jungle on the way to Aglas. She would not survive long on her own.

Lion and Tin Man were now captured, and on their way Aglas to join Scarecrow. It was over for the former powerhouse of King Scarecrow. The people would forget him, and they would forget the savior of Oz.

Oscar and Glinda would stay on Earth forever.

One day if Ozma had enough power under her belt, she might even set her eyes on Middle Earth. With that silly wizard being gone, she had a better chance.

"Send him in. I need the troops that he has," she said with a smile.

The guard bowed, and let in the King of Mifkits and his personal guards.

The older man dressed in a purple cape, and a black outfit bowed to Ozma.

"Why should I give you court, Oran?" Ozma asked in greeting. "After what you have done?"

The King fidgeted for a moment, and looked at the queen in regret. The royal Oz guard surrounded him, and his personal guards.

"Forgive me, your grace. I did not realize what I was doing, and you have shown that you can take down a King, and the Savior. So, I came to beg for forgiveness, and open up our channels once more."

"Why should we trust you?" Thoreon sneered.

Oran turned and nodded to his personal guards.

"Permission for them to get you a gift, your grace," Oran said.

Thoreon and Ozma exchanged looks, but Ozma nodded.

Oran waived his hand. The door opened once more, and in walked more guards with Lorna, Leandra, Loila tied up, and struggling in their bonds.

"Traitor!" Lorna yelled to the King.

"Murderer!" Loila yelled.

"You will pay for this, Oran," Leandra growled with chains around her lion neck.

Reginald smiled. "Well, look who it is. Our two munchkin friends, and the lioness. Your mate is now a prisoner Leandra."

Leandra growled. After her came Aslan who still struggled in his chains.

"Thank you, Oran. They will be tried for high treason, and punished accordingly," Ozma said.

Loila spit at her, and was subdued by the guards.

"You murderous, treasonous witch!"

Oran smirked, and said, "The horses are outside."

"How did you get past the people with them?" Thoreon asked suspiciously.

Oran scoffed. "That was easy. I took them through the tunnels."

"We need to close those off," Ozma said to Thoreon.

He nodded in agreement.

"That is wonderful, Oran, but bringing the two munchkin women and the lions to us is hardly retribution for helping Dorothy Gale escape," Ozma said her eyes narrowing.

"I understand, your grace, and I do have something else," Oran said.

"What is it? Dorothy Gale is missing, and the generals are now in the hands of Ordaran with Scarecrow."

Oran smiled, and Ozma became suspicious as he looked up to one of the windows.

Ozma sat up straight as she spotted the bubble coming towards the window.

She knew only one witch who used that bubble with her magic….

"No….it can't be…."

She looked around furiously as the bubble crashed through the window.

"Take them!" She screamed for her soldiers.

Glass went flying everywhere making all of the people in the room run for cover.

Ozma could only stand and watch as the bubble landed, and out walked Glinda and Oscar Diggs.

"Get them!" Thoreon yelled reaching for his wand.

Glinda waived her wand, and everyone in the room froze with the exception of Oran, her, Oscar, Lorna, Loila, Ozma, Thoreon, and Reginald along with Leandra and Aslan.

Ozma stood, and waived her hand. The light began to hit Glinda, but she was too powerful and knocked it off of her easily.

Oran drew his sword, and stood by Oscar who pointed a rifle at Thoreon and Reginald.

"You are done, Ozma. We are back to put the true King back on the throne," Glinda said.

"I am the true royalty here, Glinda. Do you remember the scrolls?" Ozma asked with a laugh.

Glinda laughed bitterly. "I guess you didn't read past your own page, Ozma."

Ozma looked over Glinda in shock, and then willed her magic. Glinda took off flying and fell to the ground.

"Glinda!" Oscar called running to his wife.

Thoreon ran up to Ozma, and said. "Head to the tower, and cast the spell now!"

While Glinda was lying there, Ozma did as Thoreon said.

She began to run to the tower. She needed to cast the spell or Glinda would defeat her.

She ran up the stairs to the highest tower, and looked around. No one had followed her.

She stood over the city, and could see enough of Oz for it to work.

She began to chant in her language the spell that would finally put the people of Oz under her control forever. There would be no way that Glinda could ever break this spell. This was what her father had used on his people when he ruled.

Ozma was so caught up in her spell that she did not see the older woman come up behind her.

She suddenly felt a tremendous pain on the back of her head, and everything went black.

Glinda watched with no remorse as the fairy queen fell to the ground in a crumpled mess. Glinda cleaned off her wand, and looked back at her friends who were standing behind her.

She looked them over, and was satisfied that they had Thoreon and Reginald subdued.

The soldiers of Oz came up behind them, and Glinda was satisfied that they would not attack them.

"What are your orders, Glinda?" Oscar asked smiling at his wife.

She looked down at Ozma again, and up at her friends and husband.

"Prepare for battle."

Her voice resonated through the city, and cheers began to echo up to them.

…..

Scarecrow could only watch with wide blue eyes as Tin Man and Lion were brought into the cellblock.

He could only get a few words in before he was pushed back in his cell. Tin Man looked over at him with rusty tears as he spotted Scarecrow. He was happy he was still alive, but sad he had to tell him about Dorothy.

"Sorry, Scarecrow. We tried," he said managing to stop for a moment.

Scarecrow tried to reach through the bars. "Dorothy? Where is she?"

Lion moaned and said, "We don't know. She ran, and that was it."

Scarecrow was shoved back into the cell, and fell to the ground. He could only watch as his two friends were taken away.

He heard laughter, and the cell doors close in the distance.

The other prisoners yelled, and sneered at the two new Oz prisoners.

Scarecrow never felt so defeated. He curled up into a ball, and began to sob quietly.

The dream he had was something more, and now he wondered what.

He cried out in despair, and turned over on the floor. He had no idea if Dorothy was alive or dead now.

His heart pounded in his chest as he thought of his beautiful wife. He prayed to the gods that she was still alive, but hated the fact that she was alone in a world that she didn't know.

He cried out again in physical pain. There was no way she could make it through that jungle alone. Even if she did the shape shifters would probably capture her.

He vowed to get out of here. He vowed that if Dorothy were dead, he would avenge her till his dying breath.

He would find her dead or alive. He swore it.

"Why do you weep, Scarecrow King?" Ami asked from his cell.

Scarecrow sat up and glared at the other man. It was obvious that Ami heard his conversation.

"If your woman is alive, then she will be with the shape shifters," Ami said with a smile.

The guards began to put the fires out in the cellblock. He could hear Lion moaning in defeat.

"How do you know this?" Scarecrow asked in disgust at the man.

Ami smiled. "I just do."

Scarecrow stood and walked up to the man meeting him eye to eye.

"You know nothing. You are nothing more than a killer, and I will kill you when this is done," Scarecrow hissed to him.

Ami's eyes narrowed. "You know nothing, Scarecrow King," he hissed back.

The two men stared down each other for a moment, but Scarecrow almost took a step back in shock as something began to happen to Ami.

His eyes began to turn from brown to a glowing green. His face began to contort, and in its place appeared the head of a snake.

Scarecrow was so shocked he could not even cry out.

Suddenly, he was grabbed through the bars. Strong hands were placed around his throat, and Scarecrow struggled to breath, but couldn't.

"Shut up, and listen!" The snake hissed at him in a very human voice.

The hands relieved the pressure a little, and Scarecrow took a deep breath trying not to cough as to alert the guards.

"What are you?" Scarecrow whispered through the bars.

Ami laughed a little back in his human form. "I am one of the shape shifters that you speak of."

Scarecrow couldn't get over the shock of what he was seeing. Ami's eyes continued to glow green in the darkness.

"If you are one of them, why don't you leave? Surely, you could easily escape," Scarecrow whispered still in shock at what he just saw.

"I have my reasons here. If your woman is still alive she will be with my clan," he whispered. "They will not hurt her if she cooperates with them."

"What do you want from me?" Scarecrow asked instead of acknowledging what he just said.

"You need to follow my lead. We will be fighting each other soon, Scarecrow King. Ordaran will want that, and we will go from there."

"How do I know I can trust you? You kill for sport," Scarecrow said.

Ami laughed bitterly. "Don't be fooled by those men, Scarecrow King. They are not prisoners. They volunteer and are free to food, women, and drink if they win against the prisoners here, which they do except for me and now you," he said in a whisper. "Don't you ever find it odd you never see those men here?"

"What about the old man that I took out?" Scarecrow asked suspiciously.

Ami laughed softly again. "That old man had a plague, Scarecrow King. Didn't you see the illness in his eyes? He volunteered to die."

Scarecrow's shoulders slumped. Now, that he looked back on it, he realized Ami was right. He never saw any other warriors except Ami. Men here would disappear, and new ones would appear all the time.

"We will need to fight again soon, Scarecrow King. Then each other," Ami said.

"Then what?"

"We will fight each other, and then we will kill the lord," Ami said determination in his eyes.

"Did you have this already planned?" He asked still not trusting him, but what could he do?

"Yes, but I could not find one that I needed, and then you came along," Ami said smiling and letting Scarecrow go.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I, too am a leader. I lead the shape shifters. They have been almost wiped out now," he said.

"Does Ordaran know this?"

"No. He will though, he will know as I put a sword through his gut that he killed not only my clan, but my son."

Scarecrow could only look at the man in shock as he explained who he was.

"One more thing, Scarecrow King," Ami said.

"What?"

"Your woman is alive. My clan will have found her by now," he said in a whisper.

"How do I know that?"

"You don't but I do."