Things That Never Happened to Dorothy Gale in Return to Oz

She wakes up all dizzy and disoriented, and there is emptiness in her stomach.

They are kind to her as they help her to her room, even when she cries wordlessly over something she aches for but cannot describe. For days she hides under the bed, though mostly when the scary nurse comes by with her tray.

This world is alien to her; she cannot recognise what they tell her she should.

The only thing she knows for sure is that her name is Dorothy Gale. It says so on the band around her wrist, so it must be true.

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Years on, she still dreads it.

Dorothy knows she wasn't chosen due to her own merit. She's just a trophy; a last reminder of an era long gone.

Still, she never stops trying to fight back, hoping against hope that maybe this time the magic will fail, or the lock won't fit, or she'll finally be strong enough to fight back.

She knows who she is: she's Dorothy Gale, the rightful owner, up until—

Click.

The slither of cold moves in, settling into the place behind her eyes.

Mombi smiles faintly as she walks away from the empty 32nd cabinet.

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Dorothy almost trips, but her hand is fast as it reaches out and clamps a hem of flying skirt.

"But you must!" she pleads. "My friends are in trouble! You've helped me before, don't you remember?"

"Get away!" She kicks at Dorothy, sending her sprawling against the yellow bricks. "This place has been dead a long time."

"But I know you! You might look a little different but you still have your wand—" She is cut off when slender fingers wrap themselves around her tiny neck.

"Don't you know the rules, you stupid girl? Only bad witches are ugly."