Snippet #2027424

Rosalind smiled, "That one looks just fine," she said, and she did think that this Alice was the perfect choice. She was the only one that was alone and she had so much hate and blood lust in her. Rosalind held out her hand to Glathia as she took her back downstairs and into the old breaking down stables. Inside you would've thought of seeing nearly dead horses eating the stables around them, but what was actually inside was a metal and copper chariot with a gold rose on the sides, big enough to hold two people, maybe squeeze in three, and a brilliant mare that had dark fur that was a dark reddish-brown.

Rosalind walked up to her pet and brushed her neck gently, "Glathia I would like you to meet Wild Rose, I found her in the burned the ruins of a barn not too far from here." She paused to help her friend into the chariot, when she got in she put on her face mask and gloves and took up the reins, "Are you ready to go see this lovely Alice?" This was a rhetorical question and so without and answer she snapped the reins and Wild Rose tore out of the stables at an incredible pace.

They flew down the dirt road in the forest before taking a sharp turn to head off the trail. It was much bumpier now, so they had to slow down a little and hang onto the edge, but eventually they came to a stop so that the right side of the chariot was in front of the girl. Rosalind hopped down and then helped Glathia down as well before turning to the girl.

"So Mira Nightsong isn't it?" Rosalind said, "I'd like to introduce to you to the Queen Glathia, but you may call her White Queen, and I am Rosalind Aglaia Redroze, daughter of the current Red Queen," she took the girl's hand, lowering her face mask, and kissed it gently before replacing the mask to where it was. "Welcome to Wonderland." She would've called it Underland as was politically correct, but as tradition calls for she prefers calling it Wonderland, its original title.