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Dorothy quickly began to feel nauseous and dizzy. But this didn't last long because Dorothy then felt herself fall forward and managed to catch herself before hitting the ground.
"One of these days I'm going to get hurt because of that." Dorothy said to anyone who would listen.
"Don't worry, you get used to it." Alyssa said running over to Dorothy and helping her up.
"Thanks." Dorothy said looking around.
Dorothy found that they were standing right next to a large crystal blue lake. Not far off from it were three of the large canvas tents she was accustom to seeing with members of Glinda's army. Alex was on all fours out of breath. Em was talking to Terrance who was now completely pale.
"He and alex don't seem to be able to cope with magical transport, though I guess you can't either so I guess it's all good." Alyssa said.
"This place is really beautiful." Dorothy said looking around.
"Yes, it is, Terrance and I have come here a lot in the recent months." Alyssa said leading Dorothy over to the tents.
Dorothy ran over to Alex and helped him up. She then looked at the tents.
"That one there will be the one you and your aunt will stay in." Alyssa said pointing over to the tent closest to her.
"Alex is staying in that one there." Em said pointing to the tent next door.
"And Terrance and I will be using the tent over there." Alyssa said pointing to the one across from both the tents.
Dorothy nodded and walked over to the door of the tent. As she looked inside she found that the set up was the usual one that she was accustom to. It looked similar to the one she and Ellie used the first time they met. The only difference was the beds were both a plain cream color. In the back was the normal sign that said washroom on it. Alex then came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Ever been fishing before?" Alex asked curiously.
"A long time ago, I hardly remember it now." Dorothy replied.
"Well your aunt thought that would be a nice activity to start with." Alex said taking her by the wrist pulling her along.
He led Dorothy over to Alyssa's tent where they found, her, Terrance and aunt Em setting up fishing supplies. Dorothy walked over to her aunt and assisted her with putting one of the fishing poles together.
"Thanks dear." Em said.
"No problem, what are we going to use for bait?" Dorothy asked curiously.
"I have tradition bait, aka worms, but your aunt brought these neat looking lures." Alex said pulling out a small tin can.
"You've been planning this all day haven't you?" Dorothy asked as they all walked out of the tent and up to a dock not far from the site.
Alyssa stayed down at the shore and cast a line into the water. Dorothy sat down at the edge of the dock, as did Alex. He took a rod from Dorothy's aunt and baited the hook. He then cast the line in and handed the rod to Dorothy. She smiled and waited. After a few minutes she felt tension on the rod and began to reel it in. slowly at first but then as she got it closer to. She hand managed to catch a small fish that Alex helped her release from the hook and back into the water. She had to admit that it was amusing. She handed the pole back to Alex and then leaned forward do she could lie down on her stomach. She looking into the crystal clear water and saw her reflection looking back at her. She remembered fishing for the first time a long time ago with her parents.
"Dorothy don't get to close to the edge of the dock, you'll fall in." Her dad said picking her up and carrying her back to her mom.
"Sorry poppa, can I fish?" Dorothy asked.
"Dorothy, I think you're a little too young to be fishing." Her dad replied.
"Please?" Dorothy begged.
"Oh come on dear, let her at least hold the pole." Her mom said.
Mr. Gale looked at his wife and sighed.
"Yes dear." He said as Dorothy squealed with delight and ran back over to the dock.
"Thanks momma." Dorothy said as her father ran over and picked up the pole.
He then cast the line back in and handed it to Dorothy. Taking one of her hands and placing it on the reel. It surprisingly wasn't long before the rod began to twitch.
"Oh, I think you go something." He said slowly guiding Dorothy's hand to turn the reel.
Just then the line went taut and Dorothy's father helped her reel it in. after a few seconds they landed the fish and her father allowed her to release the fish back into the wild.
"That was a good job Dorothy." her mother said walking over.
"Thank you momma." Dorothy said letting the fish go back into the water.
"You're really growing up." her dad replied.
"But I don't want to grow up." Dorothy said going into a pout.
"Everyone has to grow up." Her mom replied.
"But can I still be a kid?" Dorothy asked curiously as her father cast the line in again.
"What's the point in being an adult if you can't act childish every now and again?" her father asked.
"I don't know poppa." Dorothy replied.
"That was a rhetorical question dear." Her mom said kissing her on the cheek.
"Dorothy?" Alex said snapping Dorothy out of her thoughts.
Dorothy looked down to see Alex's reflection next to her own. The look on his face was one of concern. She knew she had been remembering. He knew it as well. She sigh out of embarrassment. She then got up and looked at him.
"I was doing it again wasn't I?" Dorothy asked.
"What were you remembering this time?" Alex asked curiously
"Remember how I said I hadn't been fishing in a long time, and that I hardly remember it?" Dorothy asked.
"You remembered it didn't you?" Alex asked.
"Yes." Dorothy said.
"I would have liked to meet your parents." Alex said.
"I wish I had gotten to know them better." Dorothy said sitting down on the dock, pulling off her boots and placing her feet in the water.
"Dorothy, I didn't upset you did I?" Alex asked.
"No, it's just, oh never mind." She said looking at her feet refracted in the clear water.
"We don't have to talk about it, I know it hurts you to even think about them." Alex said.
Dorothy was about to respond when she heard the jester's voice in her head.
"Soon my dear, soon I shall have the upper hand." She heard him say.
"Dorothy, what's wrong?" he asked dropping the fishing rod and kneeling down next to her.
"He's ready to do something, he's preparing something." Dorothy said as she passed out.