-Wow Papa, I want to be as great of a wizard as you are!
-Soon, my son, you shall be.

But the boy wasn't interested in the bippity boppity spells his father threw. As he grew, so did his intrigue by the flying monkeys and magic brooms. And as the Wonderful Wizard of Oz withered into his old age, his young son was not so little anymore, an was quite more powerful then he used to be. And soon, his obsession with dark magic and ruling over the Emerald city grew stronger and stronger, until the day he became as green as the city itself.
The story, however, doesn't end there. No. He wasn't wicked. He was zealous. He wanted all of the magic for himself. But little did he know that a human body couldn't carry that much. So with the sacrifice of his dearest, he was human no more. No, now, he was just an empty shell, a vessel of magic, a shadow of his persona. But now, he was stronger than every, and by losing a heart, he gain power....
Our story has never been finished, thus, I cannot share the ending. One day, we might save ourselves form this wreck we are living in, but until then, I wish us all luck.

Last minute skin... again. I'm sorry that it's so bad.