Art by Kyle Latino |
Mars is dying and has been for millennia. The only truly fertile land left in the squarish Land of Oz, surrounded on all side by the deadly desert.
Oz has four countries, each home to a different race of men. The east is the home of the Blue Men, sort in stature and friendly. It was once ruled by an ancient crone, but she was dispatched by a little girl from Earth. In the South is the Country of the Red Men, ruled by a benevolent queen. In the west are the Yellow Men, who are renowned for their technological skill. They are ruled by a metal man. The northern country is the land of the Purple Men. They have been ruled by a succession of queens with a mastery of powers of the mind.
In the center of Oz is the Emerald City-State, made entirely of crystal. Its true color is not one human (or Martian eyes) may see, but the people wear optics which convert the color to green. It was formerly ruled by a man of Earth, a charlatan and huckster, but the rightful queen has been restored, who had spent her young life disguised as a boy.
Young Dorothy Gale was transported to Mars by a strange storm that through her and her house and dog across the astral void. She killed a which, exposed a charlatan, and helped restore the rightful ruler of Oz. She didn't do it alone. She was aided by a Lion Man, exiled for his supposed cowardice, a an artificial man without the ancient brain that formerly guided him, and a Yellow Man who's mind was placed in a metal body. They took the ancient Golden Road that followed the canals that flowed from the hum of the great Emerald City, then undertook a quest to depose the witch that ruled the Yellow Men and forced them to use their knowledge to build an army for war.
This was only the first on many trips Dorothy Gale made to Mars. A younger farm girl became an dying world's greatest hero.
8 comments:
This started me singing "Somewhere over the atmosphere plant" :-)
How can we make a YA book version of this post happen?
Ha! Find a willing artist maybe? :)
This is amazing and, honestly, needs to happen.
Or perhaps the obverse, with civil war-era soldier John Carter finding himself in a strange land of munchkins...
John Carter, Warlord of Oz. Maybe he'd marry Ozma, or at least Glinda.
Ah yes, just that one small detail missing... Off the top of my head, I think Jeff Call's style would be a good fit, but I assume he has other commitments and doesn't need me matchmaking him in abstentia.
Jeff does great work, but he may be busy with his day job and the new kid. But I'll pass along your recommendation! :)
Delightful idea and charming art.
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