Dorothy Gale had been caught in the tornado and she could have sworn she had flown through the air. Something had hit her head and when she had looked out of the window of their small farmhouse, she could have sworn she had seen terrible visions. She had then felt weightless as the house had started to fall. Dorothy grabbed her dog, Toto, and hugged him tight. Then there was a horrific crashing noise and everything went black. When she woke up, the house seemed to still be intact. Toto wiggled out of her arms and circled her as she stood up. She brushed herself off and headed toward the front door.
When she opened the door, the light was blinding. The world out there was like nothing on Earth and, as she stumbled into the light, she saw a little village. Little was the operative word as all of the buildings were smaller than anything she had ever seen. As soon as she had that thought, a crowd of three-foot-tall people came streaming out of the buildings, surrounding her. She was startled but she stood her ground.
“You killed the witch!” One of the small people yelled out.
“Ding Dong the Wicked Witch is Dead!” Several people yelled out in response.
“Wait,” Dorothy asked. “What’s going on here? Who are you?”
One of the most authoritative-looking of the group stepped forward. “We’re the Munchkins,” he said. “This is Munchkinland.”
“Munchkinland,” Dorothy said with wonder. “Wait, you said that somebody died. Who’s dead?”
The Munchkins all pointed at two feet sticking out from under Dorothy’s house. Dorothy gasped and started shaking.
“I didn’t mean to!” Dorothy yelled out. “Oh God, I can’t believe I killed somebody. Wait, this was the tornado’s fault.”
“I don’t think the Wicked Witch will see it that way,” one of the Munchkins said.
Dorothy looked back at the Munchkins. “Who?” she asked.
Instead of answering, the Munchkins looked expectantly at the sky.
“What are you all looking at?” Dorothy asked.
“We’re waiting for Glinda, the Good Witch,” one of the Munchkins said. “We summoned her, she should be here soon.”
Dorothy looked up as well which is why she was so surprised by the explosion of fire and smoke a few feet away. She was briefly knocked off of her feet and the Munchkins scattered while screaming. Dorothy looked up at a green woman glaring down at her. She scrambled to her feet.
“Are you the one who killed my sister?” the woman asked. “I should pull you apart right now, girl.”
Dorothy struggled to speak but then she gathered her courage and stood up. “I didn’t kill anybody,” she said. “It was a freak accident.”
“You’re wearing my sister’s magic slippers,” the woman said. “That means you defeated her.”
Dorothy looked down and she was indeed wearing the slippers that she had seen on the feet sticking out from under her house. They shimmered and sparkled with something more than the strange material they were made from. They also fit perfectly which surprised and disturbed Dorothy greatly.
“Look, just give me the slippers and I’ll consider letting you live,” the woman said. She reached to pull the shoes off of Dorothy but some force stopped her hands inches away. She cried out in pain. “Curses! I must defeat you to win the slippers.”
Dorothy shook her head. “I don’t want to fight you,” she said. “More importantly, I don’t want to die. I never wanted these slippers and I don’t remember even putting them on.”
Dorothy bent down and unbuckled the slippers and took them off. She stood back up and held the shoes out to the green woman.
“What?” the woman asked in surprise.
“Take them,” Dorothy said. “Please just take them.” She shook the slippers at the woman.
The woman reached out slowly and grabbed the slippers. When the woman first touched the slippers, Dorothy felt a surge of heat that hurt but also felt good. The green woman clutched the slippers and there was something in her eyes that told Dorothy that she had felt something similar. The woman disappeared again in a sudden burst of flames. Dorothy looked down at her hand and watched as it shimmered and turned green for a moment and then returned to normal.
“What’s going on?” Dorothy asked nervously.
“It looks like freely giving the slippers had some unforeseen side effects,” a voice said. “What happens next is uncharted.”
Dorothy turned around and saw a woman in a resplendent pink gown with vibrant red hair. She also had a horrific bruise on the right side of her face.
“Um, I’m Dorothy,” Dorothy said. “Who are you?”
“I’m Glinda,” the woman said. “The wicked witch you just met jumped me before I could arrive to help you out. We have a lot to figure out.