Review for Path Less Chosen by FeistyFox

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Name of Story: Path Less Chosen
Fandom: Tin Man
Author: FeistyFox
Site:  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3974343/1/Path-Less-Chosen
Rating (If Applicable): M
Pairing: Cain/DG
Description (Authors): DG finds that the O.Z. may have a more interesting plan for her than just becoming queen.


Review: 

So I got bored one night and decided to watch the Tin Man series again, then I fell in love with it all over again, which prompted me to look for DG/Cain fanfiction cause those two on the show have so much tension and well BAM between them.

Thus, leading me to FeistyFox, honestly FeistyFox’s work is amazing and Path Less Chosen was the first I read and fell in love with.

It pulls you in, makes you frustrated, sad and happy as if you are experiencing it yourself. The story is truly amazing. It’s based after the Double Eclipse and the aftermath in its wake, with the Queen wanting her to be the next ruler and her not wanting to become one but seeing no other choice. To her, she was not cut out for the role, having grown up on the Other Side.

It is then that she is chosen by the OZ to heal it, to fix all the damage that was done when the Witch reigned. But fixing the OZ would be a dangerous difficult task, especially when she was now bound to her Tin Man all the while dodging the dark powers that be.

 Story Preview:

 It had been three months since the Eclipse and she felt more lost than she ever had on the Otherside. At least there she had an escape plan if all else failed. When she had told her parents she didn’t feel at home she hadn’t imagine her actual home to be so confusing. Now she felt trapped and more than a little mystified by more customs and lessons than she felt she could handle.

She also refused to admit, at least out loud, that she felt a bit empty. When she was racing across the O.Z. she had a definite purpose, a goal. Get the Emerald, save Az and, well, everybody else in the process. Looking back at her short adventure and then down at the pile of aged and yellowed text before her she wondered if she could go run for her life some more. Really it had been a great workout, and the lack of sleep and definite risk of death seemed a tad bit more welcoming than a pile of books about Ozian economics.

Wasn’t she supposed to have advisors for this sort of thing? People who actually wanted to know about trade guilds and such? Honestly, the closest she had ever come to economics was splitting her tips with the bussers at the Hilltop Café. Revealing this little fact to her mother had been a mistake. The look she had been given when the reinstated Queen found out she had been a, what had she said? Ah yes, a barmaid. That had been enough to make her either want to sink into the floor in shame or go into a fit of pique. And really that was ridiculous because she hadn’t done anything wrong.

And converting dollars into platinum seemed to be a bit more of a challenge than she had originally thought. Damn she hated math, and why on earth did platinum’s break down into complex fractions? Who the hell came up with that brilliant little idea?

However looking up through her lashes at Toto caused her to reconsider asking this question out loud. Those types of questions, the spontaneous type she was so fond of, often resulted in a forced history lesson, or politic lesson, or the gods help her etiquette lessons. Looking back she thought a bit bitterly that no one had mentioned princess lessons while racing across the O.Z. If they had she may have reconsidered the whole ‘lets stop the eternal darkness’ thing but probably only for a few minutes.

What made things even more frustrated than anything was the giant gaping holes still left in her memory. Toto simply assumed that since she had somehow managed to save Az and kill the witch that she had unlocked all her memories. When she had told him otherwise he gave her that look that clearly stated she wasn’t trying hard enough. As if she would purposely forget a lesson she had had ten years… annuals… whatever ago with the threat of relearning everything all over again. Please, that was just counterproductive.

“Now can you explain to me the difference between the proper trading customs of the eastern tree dwellers and the northern glacial tribes, and why these difference could cause serious misunderstandings between these peoples?” asked Toto in his most serious and migraine inducing tone.

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