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Stitches

The Suns were back in there place. The witch was dead. The Queen was free. Her Husband and daughters was back by her side. She knew as she looked out over the kingdom with her family that they had a great deal of work a head of them. It was going to take all their combined power to put the O. Z. back together, to make it better then it ever was before.

She would have happily stared out the window at the land she never thought she'd see again but she felt DG move away from her. The girl was never one for standing still for too long. The Queen decided it was best to follow suit. Nothing would get done if they did not get started. She addressed DG more than anyone else. "Right, we need to round up all the long coats and all those in the castle who are loyal to the witch."

DG nodded. "Maybe some of them were under a spell, maybe it's broken now that the witch is gone."

"It's possible my dear we'll have to see. We'll also need to collect the rebels and thank them for their great work here today, and ask if they will assume the role of guards of the castle until we can determine our allies and enemies with in the Kingdom."

"I'll take care of that your majesty." Cain addressed her with his hat is his hand.

The Queen's gaze turned sharply to the tin man. Cain thought the look suggested shock. It was as if she hadn't noticed that anyone else was in the room.

The Queen's concentration was broken; she looked at the man that had spoken to her. Her gaze softened when she realized he was speaking sincerely. He looked like one of the rebels, rugged and rough.

"Oh hum…Mom, this is Cain, he's a friend of mine." DG started.

"Yes, thank you Cain is it?"

"Wyatt Cain Majesty." Cain stood up as straight as he could with his shoulder throbbing.

"Well Mr. Cain, if you can get the rebels together I would greatly appreciate that, gather them in the great hall, so we can thank them and make further arrangements." Cain nodded and then bowed slightly and turned to leave.

The queen watched as the rebel and his two companions went to perform the task she had set. The queen turned back to address her daughter. DG's eyes were following the three men. She seemed to be thinking hard about something.

"Hey Glitch wait." DG ran to the last of the men just before he'd followed the other two out the door.

The Queen watched as the Rebel with the wild hair and tattered clothes stopped and turned back to DG. He had a zipper down the middle of his head. The Queen cringed this man had had half of his brain removed. He may have been a criminal. Her daughter was consorting with criminals; the Queen knew that desperate times called for desperate measures. She'd have to make sure that DG learned that such things would not be an everyday occurrence for a princess.

The man spoke with DG in a soft voice, he smiled, and then looked perplexed and then smiled again. The Queen caught bits of the conversation, something about "your brain" and "seer"; The Queen's eyes kept getting drawn back to the zipper on top of the man's head. She knew that it was very rude of her to continue looking at it, but she couldn't help herself.

She avert her eyes and found herself studying the man's coat, it was in bad shape. It was as if this man had worn it everyday for years, the coat looked familiar. It could be any coat, but this one had been fancy, it had had golden cords and knots. Perhaps the man had been in a marching band, perhaps he'd stolen it off a man who'd been in a marching band. The Queens mind wondered back threw the years…had she seen a marching band with gold jackets?

When the Queen looked up next the man was gone and DG was talking to her. "I'm sorry about that Mom I need to see if Glitch had found his brain. They did find it; it was upstairs connected to the machine. Cain was going to shoot it at one point but Glitch remembered about the sunseeder."

Sunseeder was a word the Queen had not heard in a long time. Her memories jumped back years to a time she would have liked to forget because it was filled with hurt. But she remembered there had been a light in her life then.

Ambrose had kept her going after she'd lost both her daughters and her husband. He'd been the one who'd kept her focused on the kingdom. He'd been wise beyond his young years. He'd been her highest council. He'd been her surrogate son. She'd thought about him over the years, she was sure the witch must have killed him for his defiance.

"Oh Ambrose." She sighed quietly. "Oh dear what were you saying? Who was that man who remembered the sunseeder?"

DG just looked at her mother with wide eyes. "Ambrose."

The Queen looked quizzically at the young woman thinking that DG was asking who Ambrose was. "He was my adviser in the time after you'd left dear."

DG now looked at her mother quizzically. "Yeah I know?"

"You know, how could you know?" DG had never know Ambrose when she was a little girl.

"Because the man that I was just talking to Glitch. He's Ambrose." DG explained.

"Oh my. OH my!" The Queen's eyes got wide like DG's and her royal composure was shattered. "That was Ambrose, Why didn't he say anything? I didn't even recognize him. It's been years. Oh how awful. Why didn't he say anything? We have to find him."

The Queen took DG by the hand and walked swiftly towards the door and the direction the three rebels left in. She turned back over her shoulder.

"Az darling, Ahamo, could you both look around and make sure those flying bat monkey things are gone."