There was nothing.
Then there was everything.
Darkness gave way to light as the Universe gave birth to time and space with the Cosmos expanding out from its beginnings.
The girl sat forward and watched through the teardrop window of her little ship as it winked into existence and floated there in the void as those first star systems were formed around her. She glanced at the numbers on the dial. She had arrived less than a millisecond after the event happened. It was impossible to get any closer for the laws of time wouldn't allow it and the only way to travel was when time was a thing.
The great expansion had begun and she glanced at the other ships arriving on her scope with a smile. Of course, there would be others. Others like her. Here to witness the start of everything.
She sat there for hours in her little cocoon as it drifted on c-beams that glittered and sparkled all around her. The wonder and beauty of it all catching her breath over and over as she watched. She could spend an eternity here and it would only be the merest blink of an eye to her.
A soft blue light flickered on the black panel in front of her.
Time to go. Time to go back where she came from.
Today was a very important day. The day when she would learn the meaning of her life and the reasons she had been chosen. Pressing the blue light, the girl sat back in her padded seat listening as the singular engine started to charge up for the jump. She felt nervous, even scared, at what awaited her back home. Even observing the beginnings of everything was nothing compared to the things she was going to do in her future.
This story began a very very long time ago and will only end a very very long time from now.
***
"Hurry up, Harry!" urged Dorothy excitedly, "We can't be late to meet the Wizard!"
The girl grabbed my hand and pulled me through the meadow and up the short rise until we both stood together on the top of the hill. She turned to me laughing with her pigtails blowing in the breeze as the lush green grass all around us ebbed and flowed like waves upon the sea.
"Look," she whispered as she snuggled into my right side with her little dog running around us chasing butterflies, "I told you it was real."
She was right. It was really real. I stood there in awed amazement and gasped at the magnificence and splendor of it.
There in the distance was the great Emerald city of OZ.
***
Dorothy turned and pointed up at the deep blue sky. "Look Toto!" she cried as great opal shaped airships sailed serenely overhead with people waving at us from the wooden gondoliers slung below the multi-coloured blimps as they headed toward the far side of the metropolis and the old city port which even from this distance one could see was a hive of activity on this day of all days.
I let her take my hand again and I walked as she skipped along the road towards the stone bridge that led to the imposing city gates where people of all shapes and sizes were already making their way for the festivities. Two Cossack like guards, each easily seven feet tall in their purple bearskin hats, coats and uniform, stood either side of the entrance holding long spears as they kept watch for hundreds if not thousands were making their way into the city.
Dorothy had picked up her dog and put him back in her basket. "Stay close," she warned me as she clasped my left hand, "Stay close or else we'll never find each other again, Harry!"
We passed through the city gates with its emerald arch gleaming in the mid-morning sun as the true magnitude of what I was seeing hit me. We truly were off to see the Wizard. The Wonderful Wizard of OZ. All around us sellers of this, that, and the other had set up stalls to sell their wares to the populace and the smells and sounds of boiling copper kettles and bubbling cooking pots filled the air.
Dorothy twisted around and pressed herself up against me. She looked up at me with those wide blue eyes in sharp contrast to her rosebud colored hair. She was wearing a blue chequered summer dress with a white vee shaped collar that revealed a pair of sizeable bosoms squeezed into the confines of her bodice. She put a finger on her chin and dimpled innocently. "I shall be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail and not a moment before, Harry. You just wait there like a good little boy," she promised as she thrust her basket into my arms and turned to disappear into the maddening crowd.
What the heck? "Hey, wait," I shouted above the din, "Where are you going?!"
She skipped across the courtyard towards a building where buskers and watchers sat outside with busy barmaids bustling around serving customers with flagons of ale. She reached the top step and turned to give me a wave. "To let the Wizard know we're here, silly!" And with that, she disappeared inside.
I stood there for a moment just staring at the sign outside the Inn. "The Hobgoblins Knob," it said and I smiled despite my childish confusion. I took a deep breath and could feel the haze beginning to lift and my head start to clear. I looked up at the sun and realized it had a smaller twin sat behind it. How long had I been here? An hour? A day? And where had Dorothy come from?
Suddenly there was a commotion. Over the heads of the crowd, I could see half a dozen of the city guards chasing someone through a side street with pikes drawn. I couldn't see anyone and wondered what sort of trouble they were in. Pickpocketing or stealing food probably I thought to myself before, to my surprise, trouble found me. The girl skidded around the corner and ran straight into me to bounce back and fall on her backside with an audible "Ooof!" In a cloud of dust, she gave her head a shake as I stepped forward to see what she looked like and find out who she was.
In a day when time didn't seem to matter much at all it came to a slow stop. The girl looked about twentyish give or take. She had long unkempt walnut hair that hung down past her shoulders and was tied with a band about six inches from the end. Her eyes were a fierce fiery blue with a nose that was impertinently pert and a pair of lips that slowly spread into a wide beaming smile when she saw me standing there staring open-mouthed at her for she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She was dressed in a strange looking dark grey one-piece outfit that looked completely different to what everyone else was wearing including me. She blinked and gave her head another shake before she looked me up and down.
"Well, look at you!" she grinned as people bustled around us with the cries of the guards in the background as they got closer, "You're just like I'd imagined you would be," she smiled with wonder as she scrambled to her feet. I stood there staring at her as she slowly reached forward with her right hand and cupped my left cheek which she stroked gently with her thumb, "This is so amazing," she said softly to herself. She got down on her haunches and held my face in her hands as her eyes looked deeply into mine. I felt like I was drowning the longer we gazed at each other. I wanted to say something but saying anything at all was impossible.
"What are you?" she whispered, "Eleven? Twelve?" she asked, "You look twelve. So, you must have been about six when I first saw..." she began to say when a guard suddenly appeared behind her and grabbed her by the arms. She twisted in his grip to look back at me, "You're not alone, Harry. You may think you are but you're not. Even in here. Even in this wonderful place. This is just the beginning. This is only the start of everything. Remember this when you go back!"
She gave a grunt as the guard lifted her off her feet. I took a step forward to try and help her. "No, don't," she said with a smile, "I'm alright. I'll be fine. You keep doing what you were doing. Remember to always follow that yellow brick road, Harry. It will always lead you back to where you belong!" Other guards had arrived and were standing around the girl. There was no escaping now. Or so I thought.
Wait. "How do you know my name?!" I shouted at her. I was absolutely positively positive we had never met and she looked at least ten years older than me. Who was she?
She didn't answer but asked me a question in return.
"What year is this for you, Harry?"
I frowned at her above the din. What? Year? What year was this? What a stupid question. I shook my head at her and she just nodded as if she understood.
To my utter surprise, she blew me a kiss and waved. Then with a glance at her would be captors, she reached behind her right ear and promptly vanished into thin air to leave the guards standing in a circle much bemused and muttering amongst themselves.
Such was the crush, I stepped back into a small alcove and looked down into the basket to see Toto staring at me. What the heck had just happened? Where did she go? Then, just as I thought the situation couldn't get any more batshit insane, the dog spoke to me:
"Remember the mission, Harry," it said gruffly, "Remember the mission."
I stared open-mouthed at the talking dog. Mission? What mission?
***
Dorothy grabbed my hand and dragged me into the smokey den that was the Hobgoblins Knob. Inside, the air was thick of ripe tobacco and other smells that I didn't even want to think about. We were in some sort of reception area which looked like a place where rogues, scoundrels, and pirates would meet up.
"You need to sign the visitor's book, Harry," she told me as she pushed me forward so that we stood before the wooden oak counter which had an open ledger and brass bell on it, "You need to sign the book so we can go where we need to go!" she urged.
Okay. Okay. I can do that. I picked up the bell and gave it a ring.
Out of nowhere, a figure popped up from behind the counter and we both jumped back a step in surprise. "Hey diddle diddle said the cat with the fiddle, what can I do for you two this fine day?" said the Scarecrow as he leaned on his elbow and drummed the fingers of his right hand on the counter in front of us.
I stared at him. He was a man made of straw and he could talk. Of course, he was and could. I picked up the pen and scribbled my name in the guestbook. "Uh, do I have to pay anything?" I asked him, "Because I don't think I have any money."
The Scarecrow looked at me thoughtfully. "Well, if I had a brain I'd tell you. But since I don't I can't. But seeing as this is the one day of the year that the Great Wizard of OZ makes an appearance, let's just say that this one is on the house," He rang the bell and gave me a wink, "There we go," he beamed, "Another two signed in and ready to go!"
Another two? There were more? Where were the others? Were we part of a larger group? I turned and my mouth dropped open in surprise as a tall silvery figure approached.
"Oh goodness gracious. Look who we have here. Two more to meet the Great OZ!" said the Tin Man who had an oil can in his hand and was squirting some of it into his right ear.
I took a step back and pointed at him, "Yuh, you, you're the Tin Man!" I gasped as he loomed over me as I stood there gawping at him in astonishment, "What are you doing?"
He rolled his eyes as his joints squeaked and groaned as he moved. "Lubrication, Harry," he explained, "Thrice a day to stop me freezing up. Now, if I had a heart, I wouldn't have to do this at all," he sighed.
There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned to look who it was. I gave a yell and jumped a foot into the air in shock. Holy cow. This was getting ridiculous!
The Cowardly Lion held up his paws. "C'mon, you little twerp," he growled, "Put 'em up. Put 'em up!"
So I did and stood there with my fists up.
The Lion gave a loud shriek, threw up both his arms and surrendered. "Hey, hey, hey, kid. Calm down!" he pleaded as he grabbed his tail and chewed on the end, "I can't handle drama!" he blubbed with his lower lip trembling like he was going to cry.
Wait? What? Oh, of course. "What you need is courage!" I said to him.
He spread his arms wide. "I KNOW!" he bawled, "I keep telling everybody that!!"
So there I stood with the Tin Man, Cowardly Lion, and Scarecrow all looking at me as Dorothy came skipping back down the stairs and grabbed my hand.
"Come on, Harry!" she said excitedly, "It's time!"
"Time?" I replied blankly.
She grabbed me and gave me a hug. "Time to meet the Wizard!" she beamed as she pulled me up the stairs as the others followed muttering amongst themselves.
The Scarecrow stood on the bottom step looking up at us. "Are you off to meet you know who?" he shouted, "The Big Guy?"
Dorothy nodded. "Indeed we are!"
"Can I join you?" he asked looking at the other two standing behind him.