The malevolent prince of Nome had been raised from his cursed slumber. Now with power so wretched, yet so powerful, deluded with a raging vendetta.

Oz was his objective. He shall be king. Upon his side, would be the blessed Lady Glinda, the woman he had once loved, the woman who could never love him back. Queen Ozma would be his dismal slave. The armies would bow for him. The poor and the rich would prostrate in submission. The animals will be set upon the table, ready for his feast.

His wrath will be set upon the world. Merciless, and tyrannical. None will dare defy his rule.

But the ray of hope has not been dimmed. The silver shining still remains. Perhaps blurred, out of sight.

Princess Dorothy has returned.