Today in science I learned that you never gain cold, there is only an absence of heat. So it made me think, what if hatred doesn’t exist, what if there is only an absence of love

I know it’s stupid, but one time I wrote 2 articles of fanfic off of the book “Dorthy Must Die” and I didn’t know how to write fanfic at the time, I just wrote what came to mind..and it’s probably inaccurate but its fanfic so what could go wrong? let me remind you that I probably won’t write anymore again. buuuuutttt I had nowhere to put it so here it is. Enjoy!

Kathryn Hippe

Part one: Nox’s perspective

Dorthy Must Die- Book 1

HEADCANON #1

All I saw was a hint of pink hair as it fell over the balcony.

“AMY!” I yelled. But deep down I knew I was too late. I bolted down the palace steps, my pulse rushing. I ran to her side as I found her lying unconscious on top of Dorothy, who was, by the looks of it, killed by the fall. Tears were welling up in my eyes as they gazed up and down her body, looking for wounds. The first I saw was the glint of a silver blade wedged in her middle. Her face was very pale, and her left leg was all swollen. Dorthy was going to pay for what she did to her, much less for what she did to Oz. I tugged out the knife. Now she screamed, and it tor my heart in two. Her body went limp against mine as I scooped her up into my arms.  I tried teleporting us to the healing pool, but my energy was running out, forcing me to go in the direction of the dorms, which were shorter in distance. I rushed her down to my room, setting her carefully on my bed as I fumbled over bandages that I kept in my closet.  As I wrapped the bandages around her wound, I began to think, how could I get Dorothy to pay for what she did when she is now dead? My eyes suddenly became extremely heavy. I fell asleep at the side of her bed, cupping her hand in mine.

***

       I was at the end of a strange dream when I heard a faint and muffled groan. I was very confused, trying to figure out where I was when it all came down on me. “Amy?” I said.

“I’m awake,” she managed to say.  Her eyes landed on my cheek, which was battered, bruised, and bleeding. (The Tinwoodman gets all the credit for that)

“You’re hurt,” she said. I stifled a laugh.

“I’m hurt? Look at yourself! You nearly got killed due to a knife that Dorthy stabbed in your stomach, your leg is probably broken, and on top of that, you may have a fever. And to think, you’re worried about a little battle scar?”

After a few seconds, she finally answered with “You’re cute when you’re worried. Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.”

Kathryn Hippe

Part two: Amy’s perspective

Dorthy Must Die- Book 1

HEADCANON #2

The last I saw of Nox, was as he came up those palace stairs as I fell over the balcony with Dorothy. “Amy!” a muffled voice cried out. I was pretty sure that was Nox, but I wasn’t exact. The world around me suddenly became dark and quiet. All sounds faint and hard to make out. Someone was screaming. Maybe it was me. I’m going to die, I thought. I saw a flash of silver right before a jolt of excruciating pain erupted inside my stomach. I tried to howl and scream in pain, but too much in shock to manage a single sound. I heard a loud crack as I landed, my foot now hurt more than ever. It was too much. It was all just too much. I writhed on the ground, on top of Dorothy, who was unmoving, wanting to pull out the knife. But every muscle in my body was in shock, paralyzed in unspeakable agony. I was starting to lose focus of everything around me. Nox was at my side now, fear swimming in his eyes. Uttering a litany of curses, he pulled the knife out. Now I screamed, the sound shattering out from deep within. Sliding his arms under my knees and back, he picked me up into his arms. I wanted to tell him that I was okay, that everything was fine. Dorthy was dead, and I’m okay. But the truth was, I wasn’t. Then everything went black.

***

       I woke with a start, instantly trying to gather my bearings. I was in a vaguely unfamiliar bed, in a dark room.

“Amy?”

“    I’m awake,” I said. A flood of relief welled up inside me now that I knew that Nox was close. Who, in fact, had a gash of dried blood running down his left cheek.

“You’re hurt,” I said. He managed a laugh. Apparently, that pleased him.

“I’m hurt? Look… your……. killed…due..knife….…is……..broken.” Knife is broken? What? His words were being blocked by an intense ringing in my ear. I wasn’t able to make out the rest of what he said. Something about a beaver, maybe?

“You’re cute when you’re worried,” I whispered. “Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.”

He chuckled. And in that moment, it seemed as if all pain, worry, and sadness evaporated from the world. It was nice to hear his voice. His laugh. It seemed fitting for everything that’s been going on lately.

God has impacted me with love I can’t even begin to explain.

You might be thinking that this is another one of those stories that some little girl wrote to make herself feel special.  But this? This is real. This is the story of how I came to know and love Jesus.

All my life I’ve been a Christian, right? Right. But I have always believed it was my parents doing,  not mine. Their choice. Decision. They make me go to church every Sunday. Make me be a part of their bible study. Make me pray. At the time, these things meant nothing to me. When I prayed, I took advantage of it. I only prayed when I needed his power. when I needed help making things go well for me. I never prayed to give him thanks for everything he’s done for me. I mean, I did, but it felt forceful and again, meant nothing to me. For a while, I went to this one church. which was great and all, and that’s where I met some of my friends. But, it didn’t really give me a great perspective on what God’s word truly meant. One day, mom went up to us and started explaining how she wasn’t feeling like she was deepening her relationship with Jesus. She then talked about a church named Northstar. I was crushed. Even though I wasn’t truly in a relationship with God himself, I was still connected to the people who went there. And the games we played at youth group. Which was stupid and dumb but I didn’t know better. That week, we went for a service at Northstar. We met Brian, who was the student ministry pastor. We continued to go to Northstar from there on. The way I see it, God has lead me and my family to Northstar. What we discuss during the service has really changed my perspective of God. A few months later, we went to a summer camp called UNTD that Northstar kind of hosted. A bunch of churches came together to worship God at Camp Chautauqua. We worshiped for about 15 minutes in the morning, and for an hour and a half in the evening.  During that one week, I learned that I am not alone.  Even if I am going through tough times at home. During that one week, I learned that there are people going through the same things as I am. During that one week, I made the most amazing friend. And, gosh, that’s even understating it. This meant so so so much to me because all my life I have been struggling so much on finding the right friend. Whenever I feel like I finally found the right one, they turn their back on me and stop talking to me. It’s as if they got tired of me and decided to give me up.  So this really was God’s miracle to me.

On Tuesday, out of a week from Monday through Friday, I completely, intentionally gave my life, my soul, and my love for Jesus Christ. Instead of standing in the back during worship, I put my hands in the air and give my all to Jesus during those few songs. During that one week, I realized how blessed I am to have a great home, an amazing family, a bed to come home to, good education, food and water in the fridge, and friends to rely on. But I also realized how broken we all are without him in our hearts. Before any of this, I groaned when Dad told me we were doing bible study that night. But now, it’s like the bible lives through me. Before, I listened to 80s, indie pop, and other styles of music. And I still do, but It doesn’t mean as much to me anymore because Christ isn’t written between the lyrics.

One time when I was 9 yrs. old, I got scared during a thunderstorm around 5 in the morning. So, I got out of my bed and went to my parent’s bed, under the covers and tried to go to sleep. To this day, my mom tells me she had de Ja Vu that morning. Out of nowhere, I started having a seizure, and a big one too. I stopped breathing, my complexion turned a blueish color. Since my mom had a weird de Ja Vu, she was anticipating something like this to happen and was awake and ready when it happened. My dad was able to do CPR while mom called 911. As you know, I wrote this paper, so you know I am alive and well four years later and did not die that morning. I like to think of this concept like God kept me alive because he had greater plans for my life ahead of me. He gave me a second chance and I can’t thank him enough for it. He led me and my family to Northstar, he gave me the opportunity to go to UNTD, he made me feel loved outside of my intermediate family, wanted. And I know that this is just the beginning of all of his plans for me. 🙂  🙂  🙂

I can always count on God to love me. No matter what, he chooses me. I think that God is like a door waiting to be opened, and our hearts are the key. So it’s not like before, I was trying to open the door but it just wouldn’t budge. Or, that I was seeking to find the door but never could. It was more like the door was there the whole time, right in front of me, but I never had the courage to open it or maybe I didn’t want to or just didn’t care.

I gave my heart to Jesus this summer by opening that door. And now I know, I choose him