The Tin Man sighed. Most tin men would just squeak. Or make
chittering noises as their parts rub together. When there were armies of tin
men, poised in front of the giant forests of Oz, they would clatter with the
anticipation of the chopping. Oh, the chopping. But that was long, long ago
when there were many tin men. By the time you met the Tin Man, he was only one
of the five that still stomped upon Oz. Now, he was the only one left.
When you first met the Tin Man, He was frozen in time.
Rusted. He was rescued from his oxidized prison and later figured out that he
was more than just tin and solder and oil. He had a heart. They called it a
heart. I think you and I would call it a soul. He had reason to live. He had
reason to be. And he didn't want to stop being.
When you last saw the Tin Man, he was saying good-bye to
Dorothy . What you don’t know is that wasn't the last time he saw her. Twice
she came back to Oz. Once because she was needed. The second time she never
left. The Tin Man has only cried twice. One you know about. The second time you
can probably guess. After that, he promised himself that he would never let his
heart get in the way again.
The Tin Man never asked for anything, but the people of Oz
asked for him to be a leader. They needed a hero and the Wizard had died long
ago. The Tin Man never wanted to be powerful, but many needed him to be. Over
time, he shed his tin and replaced it with titanium that they borrowed from the
Kreuger King’s mines. Mining is like chopping trees, but with a pick and no
fear of the dark. In his new skin he led the Great Army of Oz against the
Darkness.
And he lost.
The Darkness devoured his army. Then it devoured everything
on the surface of Oz. Then, with nothing left to consume, it ate itself. And
then it was gone.
The Tin Man survived.
He had no flesh for The Darkness to eat. He had no warmth for The
Darkness to absorb. He only had his metal skin and a watch for a heart and
maybe a soul. Perhaps The Darkness ate his soul because the Tin Man felt like
there was nothing left inside of him.
The Tin Man sighed.
Tin Men are patient.
And so the Tin Man, no longer tin and never really a man, waited.
