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In the jester's hideout.

The jester had moved the cauldron to where the crystal ball normally stood. The mixture was rapidly changing colors. It was going from crimson to yellow as a sunflower, to an odd shade of maroon, and so on.

"Once the mixture turns gold I have only a few seconds to add the ribbon." He said taking out the vial.

He then turned to crystal ball. They had moved Dorothy into her tent. Locasta was at her bedside now. Glinda had returned to the emerald city and people were getting ready in the event that he launched an invasion.

"Do you think he will attack the city?" alex asked Alyssa as they walked into the tent.

"I don't think so, he would appear as a giant head floating in the sky." Alyssa said.

"Smart girl." he said turning back to the mixture.

It bubbled and frothed violently. It was now a deep scarlet and he knew the mixture would soon be ready. he had already put a stop on the relaxation, he wanted them to be sure they knew they couldn't relax, not as long as he was around. There was no time for a false sense of security.

"When do you think she'll wake?" Alex asked walking up to Dorothy's bedside.

"A few hours I assume, according to glinda he's done this before." Locasta said placing a hand on Dorothy's forehead.

"ah Locasta, you don't get it do you." He said pointing the wand over the crystal ball.

He chuckled and looked down at the mixture. The wind began to whirl around him. It was time. The mixture was beginning to shimmer, he opened the vial and held it over the cauldron.

"I think he's got something odd planned." Locasta said.

"If only you knew." He said as the mixture turned a glowing gold.

He smiled and dropped the ribbon in. the mixture then began to bubble up violently. It began to look as though it was about to bubble over the mixture exploded in a bright flash of light and a large plume of smoke filled the room. as the smoke cleared he was met with what looked like a lifelike dummy of Dorothy. he laughed and walked up to it snapping his fingers in front of its eyes. They blinked and turned to face him.

"What is it that you wish?" she asked in monotone.

The jester laughed in delight, he now had an almost exact carbon copy of Dorothy gale, and now he could use it to his advantage.