Scarecrow X Dorothy: ReunitedThe room was settled in by silence. The only noises breaking the peaceful quietness of the room was the fire that had been kindled in the fireplace an hour earlier. The flames were dying down and the only noises coming from it now were crackles and pops. This didn't disturb the figure sitting in the only occupied room of the house. A woman sat on the edge of her bed as she sorted through a box that lay on the blankets. There was a faint sound of her flicking through the papers. She soon selected on one and grabbed it from the box, unfolding it in her hands and reading what had been written on it ages ago.
Dorothy Gale's hands trembled as she clutched at a piece of paper. It had spent a couple of years in a box stored in their attic. The sheet itself had aged through wrinkles and tears, and there was an old coffee stain on the corner of the page. The writing on it was barely legible by now, but Dorothy could still make out words and symbols. She had memorized every single letter by now,