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On the Wings of a Dream

Down the Rabbit-Hole

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a part of On the Wings of a Dream, by Bani.

You are standing in a large hall, so large you can't see the walls or the ceiling.

Bani holds sovereignty over Down the Rabbit-Hole, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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hnn ... not sure what links to put here, so i'm providing links to the wiki instead. http://pandorahearts.wikia.com/wiki/pandora_hearts_wiki

Setting

This is the place one lands in after falling through the Rabbit Hole. Its called the Great Hall or the Birthing Place.

Its dimensions are extremely unclear, but its large enough that nobody can see the walls or the ceiling, and the floor is golden in colour. There's water on the floor, a thin sheet that barely covers upto your calves, and you can see the golden glow of the floor under your feet.

Its almost like the floor is pulsing, sending out golden light, but that's just your imagination, right?
Right?

*Even if there're more than one person in the Great Hall, they can't see each other. Imagine it as each of them being sealed in their personal bubbles.
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Down the Rabbit-Hole

You are standing in a large hall, so large you can't see the walls or the ceiling.

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Down the Rabbit-Hole is a part of On the Wings of a Dream.

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Belca [40] You wanna take this shit outside, brat?
Rhylea Tonneh [2] Bandersnatch Clan
[Lacey 'Alice' Liddell] Creator of Wonderland [1] Imaginary is a word to denote things that don't exist in your Reality.

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Isaiah "Grey" Gris

Grey stared at Absolem as he mentioned a fate worse than death. Was he serious? But then that begged the question, what was worse than death. Just thinking about it made him shudder, perhaps it was something that he didn't want to know.

"R-right, got it," he said as the man drifted away.

He began to hum the haunting tune again as he pondered what had just happened. That closeness had been a little odd but then again, what wasn't odd about this place? He had to admit, even though Absolem had been well within his personal space, he hadn't felt threatened by him. Despite the man's curious appearence and his enigmatic nature, Grey felt safe being around him. Could this be because of the contract?

"Well if that's all I need to know then what do we do now?" asked Grey, breaking off the song, cursing the fact that he couldn't remember the lyrics, "Is there somewhere we need to go?"

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Cheshire

Once back in the sanctity of his beloved forest he jumped back into his marked tree. A satisfied sigh escaped him as he lay on his familiar branches. His stature was much more relaxed now that he was out from the Queen's palace. He knew when to make a quick get-a-way, especially knowing how his actions were pushing his luck. Not that he was afraid, of course, he was confident in his elusive skills, but nothing beat the ever changing realm he surrounded himself in. Even his tree, though it remained in one place, its leave and markings were in constant flux, as if in dance with eachother. He traced his finger lightly against the bark, savoring the touch.

He looked down below, suddenly remembering the child he procured. She was a boring creature. Her manners and shocking acceptance of her situation frustrated him. He managed to struggle pass that though, knowing it was her acceptance that could possibly save her, Hell, them both, in the future. When everything began it's transformation he wouldn't have to worry because she was flexible and naive, like a little doll. He would guide her when such tasks became apparent, but for now it was interesting watching her cling to his every word and see what she would do with his words later on.

In the meantime, to keep things peaceful between them, no one listens to someone who doesn't give answers, he would keep her complacent. He remembered her questions as he took his leave from the palace: "Don't...you want to leave?" He hung upside-down from his branch, his attention now solely on her. "Don't be silly," he laughed. Flipping off his branch he lands before the girl. Before she has time to react, he takes her by the arms and jumps back up into his tree, "This is a privilege girl. No one comes in Cheshire's tree," he said, sitting her down upon his perch. He blows at the colourful leaves that had grown back since his last 'attack' when the White Rabbit first arrived. "Now look," he ordered, pointing out into his realm. His finger traced the sky, guiding her eyes across the fields of singing flowers to the amusing, arguing clouds and rays of light and over the horribly ugly, yet wildly bright creatures within the hazy mushroom patch. "This is my Wonderland. Tell me, child, why would I leave?"

He looked over his kingdom in pride. Nothing would make him leave this place. He savored the uncertainty of his Wonderland, the beautiful surprises and the just plain strangeness of his realm. His thoughts soon paused however, as he gazed further out into the world. Things were in motion now and though his beloved change was already occurring, something troubled him deeply within. His Wonderland was growing unsteady, not that it wasn't steady to begin with, but he could sense..something. His forest spoke to him, the air and foliage whispering him horrid tales of darkness and decay. There was a disease spreading and force witch accompanied it made him shiver.

He dragged his gaze away and looked over the girl. He hoped she would remain so accepting, regardless of how irksome it was. She would need this..skill. Soon. "Ever heard of the Jabberwocky?"

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Scared and alone.

Gina's world was black.

It was not simply dark, for even in darkness there is always some light...no, this was an absence of light so pure..it was just black. And in it there was the t͏̤̣̫h͎̟̥̝i̙͈̟n̨̥͇͓g͉̮̘̯͠. She didn't know what it was...only that it whispered things to her, sometimes it hurt her, but then it made the hurt go away. It told her about how her mother hated her, about how daddy stayed away because she was a filthy pig. She cried sometimes. But the whispers never stopped. It told her how much worse things would be, about how mommy would leave...daddy had a new family someplace else...MrTibbs would get ran over. She cried.

Then it let her feel pain.

First she thought it was like a skinned knee, but it was EVERYWHERE. Her body hurt so much, she felt raw and sore. The skin had to be on fire, her screams couldn't even stop the whispers. Still they went on. And on. a̴͚̙̗n̫̤̯ḍo̡̺̬n̡.̲̮͈̩̭a̤̦̖͈̹̱n̞͉͎̪̹̭d̶o̩n̞̩͙͙͖̫̦͘.̮a͚̰̭n̜d̷̠͉͚̳̬̣̗o͉̲n.̞̩a͕̻̞͈̟͇n̹̣̫͖d͇̹̲͈̭ͅͅơ̦̖̠ͅn̸͕͓͚͕̺͕.̲̼͈̪̦̳̭a̘͝n͓̤͎̮̕ͅḍ̼o͎̤n̙̼̞̻͡.̠̤̠͕̩͎a̷̙nd̸͉̯o̟̩͙͚͘n̙̳̳̳͇͡.̶̗̮̱̟a̲͈͇̣̼̤n̷̳̝̪̦͙̠d̬͔̱ǫ̦n̦̺͇.̨̪a̧͈̳͎̩n̦̞̟̫̪͖ͅd̥̗̗͉̖o̴n̛̝͚̗̞.̮̺̥̰ͅ

Then it stopped. The pain went away. The whispers said it could stay gone. It could feel good instead.

The wind felt warm, like in summer time. Her feet felt wet, like when she was at the beach. It was just like she remembered it. If not for the whispers it would be like when her daddy had surprised her with a trip to the beach! She had so much fun that day, the sand squished between her toes, the sun on her back. The water had been so nice, just cool enough. She built a sand castle that day.

When she opened her eyes there was her castle. And a doll. It was an ugly doll, all black with tatters of white clinging to it like shed skin. It made her scared. She wanted her daddy to take it away, but there was no one. Just her, the doll and her castle. A wall of darkness seemed to press in from all sides, held back by the castle's walls. She didn't know it..but this place was her only hope.

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The beast made it's way through the woods, riding the monster-dog like one would a horse; it was big enough for the task by now. As the pair moved they spread decay in their wake. Flowers wilted, trees fell black, animals scattered..only to return moments later, infected. Like a plague-bearer the thing that once had been Gina spread the Jabberwocky's essence across Wonderland's forest. Death followed closely for those that seemed immune.

One such individual was a lizard. His name was Bill.

Bill never had good luck. His job had been lost, no need for a chimney sweep, they said, especially one who drank to much. It was in a drunken stupor that the girl-thing came upon him. Bill sat, head between his knees on a stump, bottle in hand. He belched wetly, wiping his mouth before looking up and frowning at the rider. Strong drink kept him numb from fear, as the being extended one hand towards him. And nothing happened.

With a frown, and a second gesture with her hand, the skeletal rider sighed...and moved along. Bill was confused, and was ready for another drink...when they fell on him. What had once been small forest creatures were now violent killing beasts. Teeth, claws..they ripped at him, gouging out great chunks of meat. Blood sprayed everywhere as arteries were shredded. Bill never even knew what had happened. The shredded pulp that remained of his body would be unrecognizable, if not for his hat, left soaking in a pool of blood.

And the rider moved on.

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Duchess Sophie

The Duchess had been observing the candidates carefully, trying to decide not which one would have the best chance of winning but which one would need her help the most. At last her eyes fell upon a girl with silver hair. She could tell with one glance that this one needed teaching in the ways of ladylike behaviour.

"Come along my son," she said, stepping forward, "I fear that there is a tremendous amount of work to be done with this girl."

Silently she stopped behind the girl, arranging her dress neatly and tidying her son's hair before coughing quietly to announce her prescence.

"Hello my dear," she said majestically, "My name is Duchess Sophie Vespre but you may address me as the Duchess."

She hoped that she had succeeded in appearing grand and noble.

"This here is my son." she continued, gesturing to her boy and was dismayed to find that he had started reading one of his books again.

It was terribly rude of him to be reading infront of company, she really thought she had taught him better, she had half a mind to set the infernal thing on fire but there were more important things to attend to.

"There is a game about to begin and if you want to have any hope of surviving then you'll need to form a contract with me," said the Duchess, hoping that she wasint sounding too pushy, "I'll explain more once we get to my home, by the way, what's your name dear?"

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Belca ... ? That sounds about right ....


Belca had been sitting quietly on the floor, trying to get her bearings back. She had been walking for so long without any idea where she was - even the goddamned walls weren't there!

"Wall scum." she snapped at no one in particular, slumping a little more.

"Hello my dear,"

Belca snapped her head around so quickly she could hear her neck crack a bit. Massaging it, she scowled heavily at the woman that had appeared beside her all of a sudden ... how did that even make sense?
That's right, it didn't.

"What the fuck? Where did you come from? And what the hell are you wearing?" she barked, taking in the woman's weird attire. Who the hell wore a dress nowadays anyway? Was this person mad or something?

"My name is Duchess Sophie Vespre but you may address me as the Duchess."

"The heck do I care for your name." she grumbled.

"This here is my son."


Belca appraised the 'son' who had his face buried in a book and smirked. Somehow it seemed familiar ... the pose, that is. Not the boy.

Speaking of which, wasn't the woman too young to have a son?

"There is a game about to begin and if you want to have any hope of surviving then you'll need to form a contract with me, I'll explain more once we get to my home, by the way, what's your name dear?"

A game? She had been right. This woman was a psycho.

"How about you tell me what's going on before that? Lets lay aside the name business for a second and get this out into the open. I think you are an insane person who somehow managed to give me amnesia and get me here. And I highly doubt this 'game' you are talking about is a normal, healthy one. You are probably going to whip out a knife and propose a game of Hide and Seek as soon as I say yes." She vaguely remembered something like that she had read in a book sometime, and although the memory was very faint, like trying to remember a dream you had as a child, it bothered her somewhat that she could remember trivial things like this and yet nothing about herself. She glared at the woman, hand tightening on her sword. It gave her familiarity and comfort - not to mention confidence. She felt that she could take down anything as long as she had it in her hands.

It might have been that added confidence that gave her enough power to snarl at the woman rudely. Who cared? If this was the person responsible for her predicament, she was going to tear her apart, slowly and painfully.

"Also, don't call me dear, you psycho freak with a costume fetish."

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White Rabbit


The White Rabbit didn't bother to look behind him, he knew the Hare and Dormouse would follow him once he got the pace going. The albino jerked out his pocket watch and looked at it stricken. If he didn't speed up, he might just be late.

Oh dear, oh dear...

"Do hurry up, March!" Shouted Rabbit, his head turned towards his shoulder, "What will the Queen say when she sees that we're.. well, we're... late!"
He shuddered when he said the last word, dread sank into his petite being and the twisting sensation returned to the pit of his stomach. The Palace was only a few metres away, it was in the middle of Lake Lacie, but every minute walking felt like an eternity. Without a moment's warning, picked up his feet and ran towards their destination. Wind tangled about his limbs as the boy somersaulted in the air and landed back down on the earth; white fur had sprouted all over the surface of his extended ears and body, which was only about 30 centimetres long. He bounded towards the entrance of the Palace, transformed back and waited patiently for the Hare to catch up.

Once she did, Rabbit pushed open the large double doors and waved a hand towards one of the black butterflies that were fluttering all around the entrance hall.

"Where is the Queen and the Chains?"
"In the Tea Garden."
"Thank you, Kuro."

Once the quick conversation finished, Rabbit strided hastily in the direction of the desired room. The boy did not have any need for the butterfly's instructions, he knew the Palace of Hearts from the back of his hand. However, the one thing they he couldn't recall being on the back of his hand was the large square of white that seemed to be cutting out a chunk from one of the Tea Garden's dainty white walls. Light spilled from the image and poured into the room, making the room look that much brighter. Rabbit peered into the square and realised that several people had already settled themselves inside the strange room, this included a few chains who were already conversing with the others, they were strangers he had never seen before. If they were residents of Wonderland, Rabbit would've identified them almost immediately; There were no walls or ceiling to speak of. The albino's wide-eyed stare then turned back to the Queen who had still seated herself in the Tea Garden.

"Wha- What..?" Stammered Rabbit, and then glanced back towards the strange area.

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Seeing a boy with white hair Ariana's curiosity got the best of her and she walked over to where he was. She was about to speak when she looked behind him and saw a woman with two other people, "Oh...I didn't mean to interrupt anything." Ariana turned around and began walking away looking for a entrance that would lead her out of the place they were in. I'll just find a way out myself.

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Duchess Sophie

The Duchess winced as the girl swore at her. It appeared she had her work cut out for her if she was to turn this foul mouthed creature into a real lady.

"Honestly now," she said fixing the girl in her gaze, "There's no need for that kind of language."

She had to admit, the remark about her clothing had cut a little deep, it wasn't nice to insult a lady's appearance.

"I must say, your manners are atrocious," continued the Duchess, "Were you never told that if you have nothing nice to say then don't speak?"

Really, all she had wanted was to politely introduce herself and then explain things once they were somewhere more comfortable, perhaps over a cup of tea. She could see however that the stubborn girl had no intention of going anywhere untill she had some answers.

"I was not the one who brought you here or gave you your amnesia," said the Duchess, trying her hardest to speak warmly and calmly despite the child's verbal offense, "I also have no intention of harming you, such behaviour would be unbecoming of a lady such as myself."

A small noise behind her made her pause as her son shifted his position and turned a page in his book.

"You were right about the game though," added the Duchess, "It's most unusual. Nine others besides you were brought here by the Queen of Hearts and you are each meant to contract with one of the chains of Wonderland, I myself am one such chain. The chains and contracters then have to battle the other pairs untill one pair is left, the ones that lose are sent to the lower levels, let me assure you, it's somewhere you don't want to go. Please believe me when I say that neither of us has a choice in this and it is for both of our benefit that I request you contract with me."

There, she had said all she could with as much passion as she could bear, her eyes were nearly overflowing with tears as she begged the girl to accept but all in all it came down to the girl and whatever decision she made.


Isaiah "Grey" Gris

Grey had to supress a gasp as his body floated into the air, it was a most perculiar feeling but then he realised it was Absolem who was doing it. Soon after, the man explained about his ability and how Grey himself would develop something similar.

"I wonder what kind of ability I'll have," thought Grey before he was nearly dragged off his feet by Absolem.

Hurrying to keep up he began to look around, was it his imagination or was the scenery changing for once? He couldn't be sure. As the pair continued on their way he started trying to think of something to say but all that came to him was another riddle.

"The rich man needs it, the poor man has it and the dead eat it, what is it?" Grey asked Absolem, not really expecting an answer, "Where exactly are we going if you don't mind me asking."

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The Queen of Hearts


Alde raised her brows as little Rabbit burst in.

"Go on." she muttered, this was going to be interesting. "We see Mad Hatter is not present. We shall deal with him later. For now, why do you not take his place in the Game? Convince one of them to contract you if you don't want to be sent to the Lower Level." She sipped her tea, not bothering to give any further explanation to the bewildered rabbit.


Belca ... ? That sounds about right ....


Belca frowned. This lady ....

Well, it was apparent this was all the answer she was going to get, at least for now. And that she couldn't intimidate her. If she couldn't intimidate her, maybe she should try not offending her either, not too much, at least ....

Like Hell that was going to happen! She snorted. Too much being the keyword here.

She weighed the situation silently. She was stuck here, with no memories and no idea how to get out of here. She didn't know if the garbage this woman was spouting was just that ... garbage, or not, but it would seem she didn't really have much of a choice.

"I wouldn't know if they had." she snorted. "And I don't believe you, but since this seems to be the only choice left to me if I don't want to wander around this room forever, I'll go with it for now. What do I have to do and how to do it? Also, who is this Queen of Hearts? She brought me here right? That means she is powerful ... more so than you, probably? WHat are Chains? What's a Contract and what does it ensue?" she fired in rapid succession, before suddenly stifling a yawn. "Man, am I tired. I have been walking around here forever, you know. Maybe I should take you up on that offer of going to your place or somewhere we can sit down. But don't think you can pull a fast one on me. I'm keeping my eyes on you."

Even though they feel like they are about to close any moment now ....

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Duchess Sophie

The Duchess blinked at the child before her, really, she was far too direct for her own good. Still, she wasn't going to back down from the challenge. This girl would become a woman whether she liked it or not and the Duchess was determined to enter a contract with her.

"If it's all the same to you, I'd like to start walking back to my home while I explain things to you," said the Duchess, "I'm begining to miss the smell of pepper and would like to rest my feet before this game begins."

Without waiting for an answer she turned on her heels and began to walk away. If the girl chose not to follow her then it would be because of her own stupidity. After a few steps though she looked back and saw that her son had taken the girl by the hand and was leading her along gently.

"Chains are the residents of Wonderland and each of us have certain...abilities," explained the Duchess, if the girl wanted to know more about these abilities then she'd have to compromise, "Before I say another word however, I'd like to know your name,"

The Duchess smiled, she would quite happily give the girl all the information she wanted but she'd have to learn how to use her manners to get it.

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Belca ... ? That sounds about right ....


Belca spluttered as the boy suddenly caught her hand and began to lead her. Who did he think he was?!

But looking at the woman's retreating back, she decided to stay quite ... for now. What if she decided to leave her behind and vanish? How was she going to get out then? Well, at least this woman wasn't a complete pansy, even if she spoke like one. And dressed like one. And acted like one most of the time. But the fact she hadn't been intimidated by her behaviour must mean there was something else to her... besides, she was curious now. Abilities? What kind of abilities? Where was she?

"I'm Belca. You can call me Your Awesomeness if you want, but its all the same to me, really." she said confidently. She didn't know her real name and couldn't be bothered. She liked this one so all was well. "Where is this? And what's your name?" she directed the last sentence to the boy. The woman hadn't mentioned his name as far as she could remember.

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"B-But..." Stuttered Rabbit before sighing in resignation, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

With trembling fingers, he fiddled with his tie - as an attempt to pull it up - before tentatively stepping into the Great Hall. Rabbit would always ponder about the Queen's sometimes reckless decisions but whenever the Lower Level was related, Rabbit understood that no wasn't an option. He had heard terrible stories about the Lower Level and that terrible Jabberwocky; a shiver ran down his spine by just thinking about it. He mentally shook his head, he thanked his tail and whiskers that he was blessed to be living in the more... civilised area of Wonderland.

Where was Hatter anyway? Rabbit knitted his eyebrows together, he couldn't help blaming the odd-bod but if it wasn't for him the small boy wouldn't have to deal with the Queen's game. Even Rabbit had to admit they haven't always been the most fun. If it wasn't for this, all of them could've spent this wonderful afternoon in a tea party. He scanned the area and saw that Absolem had already found his own Contractor - a boy with long silver hair - and watched as the Caterpillar dragged the unlucky fellow out. He had to suppress a chuckle before drifting his attention to the Duchess who was also conversing with another, a girl with a rebellious demeanour. They seemed to be... enjoying themselves. Cheshire was nowhere to be found. He's most likely brought his own child back to that wretched forest. Thought Rabbit.

Only a few where left to be claimed, however one girl brought his interest. She had placed herself quite far away from the rest of them. He strided closer towards her and pushed up the bridge of his gold-rimmed spectacles. Her whole being was themed on the colour white; what with her pale skin, snow-coloured hair and her simple dress. The only exception was her irises, they were a lovely shade of green. Unlike most residents of Wonderland, Rabbit didn't need to tilt his head up in order to look at her. She only looked about one inch taller than himself.

"Why, hello there child." Muttered Rabbit and tried to look as superior as possible; despite being shorter, "I am White Rabbit, it's a pleasure to meet you."
He paused for moment in order to brush minor creases from his shorts.

Now that he was at a distance where he could examine the girl properly, he came to realise that she looked extremely frightened; she was shaking and had kept a firm grip on her dress. Little Rabbit understood how she felt though, he had still managed to hold onto a drop of his humanity. Besides, how else could you react in such circumstances?
"Now don't be afraid." He said tenderly, "What is your name?"

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Ivory it has a familiar ring to it, doesn't it?


Ivory's envy-green coloured eyes looked up at the boy, she was sitting down, so she kind of had to tilt her head up, but when she stood, they were practically eye level to eachother. She blinked, he wore shorts, however the rest of the boy in front of her was quite formal. His white hair looked soft and fluffy as if it were fur, and his eyes were red, oddly. She tried not to stare at the boy, her eyes changing their line of sight to the room they were in. I wonder what this place is, how I got here, and why I can't remember any of these things..

She turned her attentoon back to the boy, whom like the others, looked quite strange to be real, but he was far less intimidating, "Rabbit...?" she asked, leaning towards him ever so slightly to begin examining him with child-like awe, then it caught her attention, he was.. She withdrew, puzzled. How did I not notice these features before...? "I see..You are. Nice to meet you I-" she cut off, eyes softening. She didn't really know her true name...how troublesome..

Ivory's eyes widened, her pale cheeks flushing pink, adding a healthy looking gloe to the girl's face when he mentioned her being aftaid. She instantly forced herself to stop trembling, nodding slowly, "S-sorry.." she stuttered. I wonder if he is bothered by it.. I probably made him fee like he's scary looking..

"Ivory I reckon, I don't recall my name..so that was the best I could come up with..but whatever is easiest for you is fine.." She whispered with a small, kind smile, "Why did you call me a child...are you older than you look?" she asked curiously, "I-I hope that wasn't too rude..I just wanted to know also...are you a friend or an enemy?"

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The March Hare swung her arms lazily as she followed behind the frantic albino. He was always so hung up on time and tardiness that sometimes she wished that he would just forget about being on time and just waste time like she did nearly everyday. She stretched her arms over her head and paused for a moment before seeing the White Rabbit start to run. Her head tilted to the side and his words drifted over her ears and she sighed. Perhaps she could humor him just this once since they were meeting with the Queen.

“We're not late!” She called as she ran after him. Now the focus of her mind's swimming mess was of the Queen and how much the Hare really hated that woman. She tried to keep her mood calm but it grew more and more difficult. “I like that form better, Rabbit.” She grinned when she saw him transform. She didn't make him wait and quickly caught up and went through the doors after him.

Stepping into the Tea Garden was like stepping into the sun after being underground for far too long. Marchie winced for a moment as her eyes adjusted and she looked around at the people and spotted a couple familiar faces. “Hello!” She smiled brightly saving the Queen for last.

“So,” She turned her body to face the Red Queen, “What is this about a game?” She asked as her head tilted to the side, “And contractors? Why must we be contracted?” She asked curiously. She really wanted to know and rather or not she'd participate with the “game” would all depend on how interesting it sounded.

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"S-sorry..."

White Rabbit gazed at her curiously, “Why ever would you be sorry, my dear?” He replied and peered at her from behind his glasses, “It’s hard not to be frightened in such a situation. From my guess, I would think you’re most likely wondering where am I? Who is this weird fellow? How do I get out?

He slowly treaded a circle around her during his explanation, Rabbit found it extremely difficult to talk without doing anything else. There was always that gnawing thought at the back of his mind that always told him that he was wasting his time or that there was always an important job to do.

His long ears perked up once she had introduced herself, “Ivory, ‘ey? Well, it does fit you almost perfectly,“ Said Rabbit and looked her up once more with a light chuckle, “You don’t remember anything else, you say? That does slightly worry me a bit...”

What has the Queen done to these poor children? He thought forlornly and shook his head. It seemed she has abducted them from their homes and then brainwashed the poor things so that they couldn’t remember even their name. Rabbit used a split second to probe any previous memories where Queen had mentioned such a game before realising that he had been spacing out. He blinked several times before continuing the conversation while still walking around the girl.

“Well, never mind. We can stress about it later. I still have so much to tell you!” Squeaked out Rabbit before coughing it down, “Yes, well, I have probably lived many more years in Wonderland than you have yet to experience as a human!”

That is if you manage to get out of here alive.

“Ho ho, I can assure you that I am as much as a foe than I am blue-eyed!” Said Rabbit and grinned, causing his spectacles to scoot down his nose slightly, “But in all seriousness, I believe I will undoubtedly be one of the most trustworthy companions you will come across around here.”

The albino did a brief glance around the spotless void before reverting his sight back to Ivory,” Hmm, there is still quite a lot to talk about; even I don’t know half of it. Why don’t we pop back in my house? It’ll be much cosier and I’m sure you must be hungry.”

With this, he carefully pressed his gloved hand into the air where it surprisingly melted into the white that was suffocating them from all sides. He reached out his remaining hand towards the girl, indicating that she should grab hold of it.

Once she did, the White Rabbit immediately pull her in along with him; out onto a winding cobblestone path that, which Ivory would soon come to realise, led to his modest abode.

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"Belca?" questioned the Duchess, "What a curiously wonderful name."

The fact that the girl had relinquished her name gave the Duchess hope that she wasn't fighting a lost cause to make the girl into a lady. She paused for a moment as she heard the girl ask her son what his name was, come to think of it, she didn't even know. Not knowing the name of her own son was slightly unnerving but she pushed the thought from her mind. She reasoned that her boy had lasted without a name so far and could continue to do so but still, she couldn't keep the feeling that she had lost a precious part of her memory.

"My boy doesn't speak," said the Duchess, trying to keep a calm exterior "And oddly enough, I can't recall him ever having a name. Perhaps you'd like to give him one if it makes you feel better."

She continued on her way, leading the girl out of the hall, finding the way the water swirled around the bottom of her dress unpleasent.

"The place I found you is known as the birthing place but I'm unsure why," said the Duchess, "It's located within the Palace of Hearts but we shan't reamin here much longer."

Soon enough they had left the palace behind and were making their way along Lake Lacie and deeper into Wonderland till eventually her mansion was in sight. The Duchess's face broke into a wide smile as she saw the pigs and momeraths roaming around outside.

"This world is called Wonderland," she explained as she led the Belca towards her home, "Don't you agree it's a beautiful place? By the way, I suggest you duck."

This last piece of advice she offered to Belca as she opened the door to the mansion and was met by a scream of pepper from the cook and a block of knives flying through the air out the door. In fright her boy shimmered and once again became a pig.

"We shall have tea in the conservatory," she remarked joyfully, sidestepping the knives and walking inside.


Isaiah "Grey" Gris


Grey smiled as Absolem answered the riddle correctly, he hadn't expected it to be a challenge for him, rather it was to test he taller man's skill at riddles and wasn't disappointed.

"I'm not actually sure," replied Grey, when Absolem asked if he was hungry, "Considering how long I've been here I should be hungry but I feel nothing, still, I should probably eat something to keep my strength up."

Grey continued along, trying to keep up without crushing anything as Absolem pulled him along. To keep his mind busy he began to think of his cards again, hoping that he might remember some more about each one but was frustrated that all he could recall was that the cards were called Tarot cards.

"This place is beautiful," he said in answer to the question of what he thought, "I feel like it should remind me of something, perhaps a book I read before turning up here."

He buried himself in his thoughts again but was once again disappointed to see that there were no answers to be revealed.

"If it's not to rude to ask, why did you say the others call you Caterpillar?" asked Grey before he could properly think the question through.

Instantly he regretted it, he felt that perhaps he had gone to far to satisfy his curiousity. Hoping to make amends he decided to change the topic to another question that had been burning in his mind.

"Never mind," he said hastily, "When I woke up here I wasn't in that hall where you found me, I was somewhere else, it felt...wrong."

He then proceeded to describe the wasteland he had been in upon waking, asking if Absolem knew anything about it hoping against hope that he would have an answer.

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Ivory it has a familiar ring to it, doesn't it?


Ivory's eyes blinked for a moment before running his words as quickly as she could manage through her thought process, and she shrugged her shoulders as her only response, "An apology felt adequete." she she finally countered, and she finally giggled at him, "I didn't think the second one.." she replied back, wiping her eyes amused. You're a little strange, but you seem most normal out of the lot.. and she blinked around at the others people got contracted with. She felt lucky. She turned her head to keep her eyes on him, trying her best to not make herself dizzy in her attempts. She wasn't sure why he was exactly pacing, but if it helped him keep things going smoothly she wouldn't complain about it. She didn't know where she was, who she was, or why she was here. If he could tell her, mannerisms meant next to nothing.

She caught eye of his ears again, eyes widening and interest caught when they moved. T-They aren't fake!? She looked upon him baffled. He wasn't joking, it's the real deal, definitely not a costume, "I-It's fine with me if that's all I remember for now." She raised her hands defensively, trying to make a good, selfless impression.

Ivory seemed overly compliable, she agreed to pretty much anything if it seemed to cause a stir, or would change her view if she believed it to be wrong after seeing his reaction. She was getting a bit light headed trying to keep her eyes politely on Rabbit, but she didn't voice a complaint. She wanted to be likable. She herself wasn't even sure why she was trying so hard, but it may have been insecurity that followed her from her previous life. She bit back a smile when he seemed to squeak, holding her tongue and not calling him out on it, nodding her head to show she was listening, "Well.. if I was kidnapped...doesn't that mean my life is pretty much written in stone to be short?" she asks as she tilts her head at him, "At the very least..It seems it would be in danger." She was a pessimist without his thoughts being voiced aloud.

She nods slowly, then grins for the first time, "Then I guess that we're friends now." she chimes at him bubbly, emerald eyes staring upon his ruby ones, "Is that alright?" she asks curiously. She'd spoke the thought before she'd realized it would require his consent as well. She blushed whne he mentioned hungry, her stomach wasn't making noises thankfully, but she was sort of. She didn't want to admit it out loud, "Alright.. sounds like a plan.." she nods in a soft voice, then she felt something in her pocket pulling it out and looking horrorstruck. A knife?

She shook her heas trying to keep from overreacting, but Ivory couldn't help but feel afraid looking at her posession, "It's..a knife.. why do I have this...?" she asked him, wondering if the Rabbit knew, pocketing it before it seemed threatening. She hesitantly took his hand within hers. He had a lot of manners considering the people she'd seen in the hall before they began their journey out off the wretched hall. Her eyes looked around, taking in the sights once they were on the path, her expression brightening once they were outside, "Pretty.." she whispered happily. Anything is better than that never ending hall..

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Once they were out of the Great Hall, Rabbit continued the conversation. He laughed wholeheartedly when he heard her question the friendship that they had already let to grow. "Of course, of course! What else would we be?" He replied, "You needn't be so cautious around me. The more comfortable you are, the more easier this will be. T-To understand it and such."

He hopped across the cobblestone path, the heels of his buckled shoes created a tapping noise every time it touched the floor. He stopped abruptly and crossed his arms. Rabbit narrowed his eyes and stared off at the distance before jerking his head towards Ivory.
“I shan’t think you should worry about that knife, child, “He said and eyed her pocket wearily, “Life is unpredictable here. It might come of a use... At some point.” The albino shrugged, “If you’re worried about constantly worrying about it you are free to store it somewhere in my house. If you want to.”

Crime was at a low-rate in Wonderland – there is a burglary every now and then – but the boy was smart enough expect the worst from the Queen’s game.

Rabbit then continued on their journey across the path and in next to no time they were at the front of the White Rabbit’s front gate. A fence ran the whole perimeter around the small bungalow in the shape of a rectangle; it left enough space to create a front-garden. From the gate onwards, a narrow path divided the land in two. On both sides was freshly trimmed grass – strictly no weeds – and on very far edges was a neat bed of daffodils. The colour of their petals followed a strict pattern, white to yellow to blue to white and so forth. They were each segregated in their own little space and each of them stood completely upright; as if they were taught not to bend at all.

Rabbit unlocked the gate and ushered the girl in with a flourish of his hand. He quietly closed it behind him and strided behind her, tutting one flower which had leant over. It immediately sprang back to stiffly pointing upwards. Rabbit then unlocked the front door of his house.
“Welcome, to my humble abode.” He said, rather grandly and looked at Ivory expectantly. It was safe to say that it humble, at the very least. A large round table covered the majority of circular room, several stumpy chairs surrounded it. It was modestly decorated, shelves full of books covered the vast surface of the walls and there was a small desk in the corner where Rabbit tended to do paperwork; there was a pot of ink, a peacock feather pen and a huge stack of blank paper placed on top. A brick fireplace had been built just beside it. A set of stairs spiralled to the attic, there was no second floor. A coat stand stood beside the front door, a pair of shoes had been placed beside it; they were identical to the ones Rabbit was currently wearing . There were two windows which filtered sunlight in, exposing each object with a summery glow. Two wooden doors with glace panes had been directly opposite the front door and stood side by side. Once both of them had stepped inside, Rabbit immediately flew into one of the doors, judging by the noise of a kettle hissing and the banging of porcelain, this was the kitchen.

“I’m sorry it’s a tad bit cramped,” Called Rabbit from the other room, “I don’t spend much time here. I'm usually in the Palace, doing jobs for the Queen and the sort."
There was a pause where the sound of a fluid being poured could be heart.
"I usually drop by to cut the grass," He added.

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Grey tried to push thoughts of the wasteland out of his head as Absolem informed him that he should never go to places like it by himself but he couldn't help but remember its ruined beauty.

"Well I didn't exactly choose to wind up there," said Grey, "But I understand."

He knew he'd never succeed in removing the memory of the wasteland from his mind so instead tried to replace it with something else. It occured to him that Absolem's answer about being called the caterpillar had been very metaphorical and wondered if the man was a poet, he definitely had the right sort of mind to be one.

"I think I can handle fighting girls if there's such a risk involved," said Grey, "However, I'm not sure how good I'll be in a fight but I'll do my best and never give up."

He felt in his heart that he wasn't trying to be brave and tell Absolem what he wanted to hear. The truth was, he didn't want to let the man down. Despite the fact that Absolem had a certain coldness about him and the two hadn't known each other very long, Grey had grown to like the man and wasn't surprised to find he truly trusted him.

"You can count on me Absolem," he said, "I won't let you down and I know you won't let me down, I trust you."

He continued following Absolem wondering why the man had seemed so troubled when he had brought up the wasteland but didn't think that now was the right time to ask about it. Binging out his tarot cards he began to shuffle through them while humming the tune again. Suddenly, one of the cards flew out of the pack, without even thinking he reached out and caught it between two fingers before turning it round to see which one it was.

"Oh no," he whispered, "This can't be good."

He had remembered that if a card fell from the pack during shuffling then it held some significance but that wasn't all, staring at the card he began to remember its meaning, in his hand was...

"The Tower," said Grey, "Collapse, despair, defeat, danger, disaster, hostility, hate and destructive events."

Just looking at the ominous card filled him with dread.

"I hope this is just a warning rather than a prediction," he said to Absolem, "The future doesn't look so good."


Duchess Sophie

"Well that was an impressive display," said the Duchess, leading Belca into the conservatory, "You seem to know your way around a sword."

She didn't bother to offer an explaination for the violent greeting for she felt that it should have been clear that the cook was the one to blame.

"Oh look how the momeraths roam outside the window," cried the Duchess gleefully as the cook brought a tray of tea and cakes, muttering the word pepper, "They're simply so adorable and green."

With that she went to the bookcase and took out a book, she figured that she might as well start editing Hopping Mad now as she may not get another chance.

"I do so love literature," said the Duchess, "I wrote all these books myself about the other chains, feel free to read some if you like."

For the next few minutes she set about tidying up the story, pausing only to sip a cup of tea. Soon she brought her process to a stop, she felt like there was something else she should tell the girl infront of her.

"Ah. yes," she said, "We have three days for orientation before this game actually begins, I assume so you can get used to Wonderland and discover your ability as well as learning to work with me."

She had no doubt that the girl was strong, especially after seeing her skill with a sword. She wondered what Belca would think of her when she saw what she was capable of.

"In any case, there is time for that later," said the Duchess, "For now I insist you eat something as it will be a while before dinner and I can't have you wasting away on me."

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Belca ... ? That sounds about right ....


Belca hid a smirk on being complimented on her sword by the Lady. So the Lady was not a lost cause after all, she just seemed to be pansy.
Strangely enough, it also brought a small blush to her face. The feeling she got from being praised was that she wasn't used to being complimented. It felt ... foreign.

"Tch." she mumbled as a way of reply. "Its me, so of course I am."
Which didn't really make sense, but she felt the need to dismiss it as casually as possible.

"So, any more things I should watch out for? Say, like having a bazooka shoved at my face next?" she asked sarcastically, still not completely over her shock. She was pretty sure this wasn't completely normal in the real world ...

Damn, I really hope this isn't a dream. Because if it is, I have a screwed up mind. She thought to herself as the Lady went to the bookshelf and took out a book.

Wait.

A book.

A book.

Something to read.

"I do so love literature," said the Duchess, "I wrote all these books myself about the other chains, feel free to read some if you like."

Belca found her respect for the Lady suddenly going up.

"Thanks." she mumbled before practically throwing herself at the bookshelf. Maybe she could promote her to .... the Duchess, was it?

.... or not.

She hadn't gone through more than ten pages of the first book when her eyes started twitching.

What ... was this?

"We have three days for orientation before this game actually begins, I assume so you can get used to Wonderland and discover your ability as well as learning to work with me."

L-learning to work with someone who wrote things like this?

"Is this just an index of all the scandal that goes on in here?" she asked, honestly hoping she would get a 'yes' in return. If someone could think up things like this .... she shivered. This Lady was really a formidable person.

She didn't dare disobey her, too traumatised to attempt a comeback, and nodded at her, mouthing a small thanks as she took up a tea cake, staring at it like it was a live cockroach.

How do I know she doesn't put virus or something in here which will turn me into a mindless .... trauma-inducing stuff-writer... as well? I swear death would be better than waking up one day and finding a manuscript like that by my bed, and knowing I am the

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He was happily trampolining atop the different mushroom tops when he saw the Caterpillar's frown in the distance. His smile grew as well as his laughter as the man and his child came closer. "I don't see why you don't do this more often, Abs!" he called at the peak of a jump, "This is so entertaining!" His voice rang out in childish glee as his cat form began trying new tricks, like flipping. He stopped when the pair arrived before him keeping a nonchalance about him, but remaining cautious. It was a two-to-one showdown and he would wait at a distance in case things turned for the worse. A shimmer camouflaged his body as his cat form strode over to the edge of the mushroom. Once he reached the edge he had the long legs of his male form hanging over the top. He leaned over to get a better view of the two. He chuckled upon seeing Absolem's choice of contractor. "How cute. So, you really do prefer men, eh?"

He chuckled a bit more, amused with himself, but stopped as Caterpillar continued. "Up to? You make me sound so calculating," he tilted his head to the side. He was feeling good. He didn't have to be on his toes when talking to a creature of his Wonderland. They already knew what to expect of him. He was relieved to have this time away from the girl, but..was it regret he was experiencing by feeling this way? or nervousness..? He wasn't too happy with the way he and Rhia were 'bonding'. Humans were more difficult than he remembered. They held so many emotions. Especially his child; fearful, almost reverent one moment then outright abrasive the next. It was amusing, but not very helpful. He found himself wondering how she was doing now or if she had wandered away. He perked up, shaking his thoughts violently. He wasn't worried. If she listened to him, then his tree would keep her safe, if not he would find out from his foliage. The phrase 'heard it from the grape-line' didn't come from nothing.

He forced himself to laugh at Absolem's taunts, and sighed, "Lover's quarrel? Why? Are you interested?" He playfully flexed his arms, this way and that, in ways that normally would cause others great pain, "I can see how one such as myself would seem attractive." He hoped down onto a lower mushroom, still keeping a safe distance away. He held a slight liking for Caterpillar, but he didn't trust him. He was conniving and kept his true emotions hidden. See! he mentally yelled at his girl, This is what a distant person is! He's a liar, not me!

He waited until they both made it inside, then he jumped to the ground. He squished his bear feet around the soft ground, he wasn't used to the earth of fungi, he rather liked it. He remained in the doorway of Absolem's home, still slightly nervous. Ignoring the offered drink, he decides to try a daring tactic, "If she knows what's best for her then, for now, my contractor is safe. What about yours, Absolem?" he looked around until his eyes locked on the child, "Is he safe?" He paused allowing his words to sink in, hopefully he had the man's attention, he didn't want him thinking he was just playing games. "Surely you've felt the change," His eyes were ablaze, changing rapidly from yellows to blues to greens. He had them locked on Caterpillar, "You know what it is."
His manic eyes caught Absolem's contractor, "Tell, me boy. Do you know of the Jabberwocky? My child does." He traced his eyes back to Absolem, "I need to know if the beast's still in the pit. I'm here to ask if you're up for a..walk." He cringed on his wording. He hated walks, but this was something that he needed to confirm immediately.

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The Duchess raised an eyebrow as the girl asked if the books were just an index of scandal.

"Of course not, silly girl," she said in a dismissive voice, "That would make it non fiction and non fiction is a dirty and disgusting thing."

It did occur to her that perhaps the girl wasn't part of her target audiance, she had also noted that she had picked up the story about the twins which had been far more intense than what she usually wrote.

"If you don't like it though then you could always ask to borrow one of my son's books, they have interesting titles and I have no idea where they come from," she continued, "Sinistra and Destra aren't really like how I showed them in that story by the way but then again, nobody ever knows for sure."

She began to think of the twins and how they were always at war with one another, she was sure that they'd be loving this game very much. Another part of her wondered if they'd been contracted yet, she hoped so.

"They're really quite charming once you get to know them," she said, "Quite handsome young lads they are too."

Feeling she had said quite enough on the matter she reached for the teapot, tapping it twice before pouring it into her empty cup. Instead of the same tea pouring out as before, a pleasant smelling green tea flowed out.

"Ah, green tea with jasmine, how refreshing," she remarked, taking a sip, "I see you've grown tired of being a pig again, so soon."

It was true, despite the fact that he had transformed only moments before, her son was once again sitting on the floor as a boy, reading a book.

"What is it you're reading this time?" she asked, reaching for a cake.

Once the cake was in her hand though she'd lost the desire to eat it. Frowning she began to focus on it untill it became a block of chocolate which she hurridly began to eat. She knew that it would turn back into cake very soon. As the last piece disappeared she looked over to her son who was holding up the book for her to see.

"The Lord of the Rings trilogy," she read aloud, "How very perculiar, I bet it's as odd as it appears."


Isaiah "Grey" Gris

"Singing flowers?" asked Grey, tilting his head to the side, "Now I'm sure I've heard that somewhere before, what sort of things do they sing?"

He continued following Absolem, absent mindedly as he tried to work out what the concept of singing flowers was so familiar. Grey almost bumped into Absolem as the man came to a stop by a large mushroom, Grey opened his mouth to ask where they were but Absolem seemed to be preocupied with something else, with a start he realised there was another man sitting on top of the mushroom. As Absolem and the man began to talk, Grey soon got lost in thought. Had Absolem just called the other man Cheshire and what did the man on the mushroom mean by Absolem preferring men? The words made Grey blush but he wasn't sure why, no doubt it would make sense when he memory came back properly. Soon all three of them were inside the mushroom which struck Grey as odd.

"A room without doors or windows nor any walls or roof," he thought, remembering another riddle, "What else could it be other than a mushroom."

He was glad to see however that this mushroom was laid out like a house. Thoughts of caterpillars and mushrooms began to flow through his mid in an unstopable torrent.

"I'd greatly appreciate a drink," he replied when Absolem asked, "I didn't even realise how thirsty I was."

He went back to his thoughts as he began to hum the tune that felt so familiar. The message from the tarot cards had been a little frightening but like Absolem had said, the future was fickle, still, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, perhaps his cards would come in useful during this game. He gave a start as he realised that Cheshire was talking to him.

"Jabberwocky?" said Grey, "That sounds really familiar, it's like..."

Suddenly it all made sense to him. It was as if this last piece to the puzzle had unlocked the part of his memory that had been evading him for so long. That was why everything seemed familiar, it was like the book he had read about a girl falling down a rabbit hole as well as the other one where she went through the mirror. Unbidden, the words of a poem bew into his mind.

"Twas brilig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
recited Grey.

He was sure there was more but it would take so long to say it all.

"I'm sure that it's probably nothing like the poem described but it made one thing clear," he said, "It's something to be afraid of. I remeber something about a vorpal blade too. Is any of this correct?"

He sat in silence, waiting for the other two to respond, hoping that he hadn't just made a fool of himself.

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Grey sat sipping his hot chocolate as Cheshire and Absolem continued to trade witty remarks. Really, the way they acted around each other made them seem almost like siblings.

"Now there's a thought," said Grey, "I wonder if I have any brothers or sisters back wherever I'm from."

The concept didn't ring any bells though so he decided not to persue the matter further. Instead he turned his attention to Chesire. The person was so very enigmatic but still, Grey felt a liking for him. He felt like Cheshire probably just wanted friends despite the way he talked to people.

"Now who could have imagined that I'd ever be sitting in a mushroom and drinking hot chocolate?" thought Grey to himself, gazing around the room.

The place was quite nice but it was clearly set out with efficiancy in mind rather than style or comfort. Suddenly his cheeks behan to burn, he had just worked out what Cheshire had meant by his remark before.

"Clearly I'm a little slow on picking up innuendo," mumbled Grey, unsure whether he should be ok with this knowledge or not.

Now that he had worked it out he couldn't stop thinking about it. Absolem had denied being gay but looking at the way he moved and behaved, even sometimes the way he spoke, it wouldn't have been a far stretch for it to be true.

"It's not like it really matters anyway," said Grey quietly to himself, "There are certainly more important things to worry about than someone's sexuality. But then I can't help wondering what my preference is."

For the life of him he couldn't imagine whether he liked girls or boys or both or neither but like he had told himself, there were bigger things to worry about and this was soon proven when Absolem warned him to keep a strong will.

"Got it," said Grey, "Becoming a puppet doesn't sound like fun at all."

The more he heard about the Jabberwocky, the less he liked it but he didn't feel scared. He was certain that Absolem would protect him no matter what, even in the face of such a formidible sounding foe.


Duchess Sophie

"Oh, do you know of it?" said the Duchess as Belca repeated the name of the book, "I have no idea how he gets them, they just seem to appear. The Queen of Hearts is the one that brought you here but as to how I'm not quite sure, you'd have to ask her."

She smiled at her boy as if he was the cleverest thing in the world.

"He had one called Maximum Ride last week and another called Eragon the week before that," she continued, "I've never got around to reading them myself, I've always been too busy writing my own stories. I suppose it's the best I can do for company."

She smiled again as she took another sip of her tea and then frowned before a look of concern crossed her face. Trying to keep her face blank she willed herself to remain calm.

"It's just my imagination," she told herself.

But she couldn't help herself. Just then she had been sure she had smelt a faint whiff of decay as if it had been carried into the room by a distant wind. She prayed that it wasn't so because that smell could only mean one thing. Looking at her son she noticed he had sensed it too, even the cook had left of her screeching for a moment and out in the garden the pigs and momeraths were running around in a crazy panic. She looked at Belca wondering whether she should tell her or not, she didn't want to make the girl panic but then again, she seemed a sturdy sort and could probably handle it.

"Tell me, Belca," said the Duchess gravely, "What do you know of the Jabberwocky?"

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He leaned on his elbows and knitted his delicate hands together, the albino’s scarlet eyes wandered towards the girl who seemed to be rather immersed in the racks. Once the girl had sat down, he straightened up and began preparing out the tea.

“Thank you, dear. After doing it more than a several times, I would hope so.” Said Rabbit cheerfully and chuckled. He pushed a teacup in front of Ivory and carefully, but swiftly, poured in some piping hot tea into the porcelain; it hissed out in a gentle waterfall. He did the same for himself and reached out for one of the small jugs.

He nodded while giving his own cup a generous amount of cream, “You are quite right. However, I think it would be of a great discomfort if you were not allowed to lean on the back of chairs in the 21st Century. But yes, it wouldn’t hurt to see someone clean up their crumbs afterwards.” He said curtly. Rabbit blinked several times before stretching his mouth into an awkward grin, “Of course, of course! In fact, I pride myself in having a vast collection of Dickens’s work. I’ll give it to you after we’ve eaten, shall I?”

He placed the cream pitcher back onto the tray and then snagged the bowl that was full of sugar cubes, “Haha, thank you once again. I guess it’s one’s habit. You can compliment them all you want but it’s not going to fill your stomach. In addition, most of these cakes were leftovers which I obtained from the Palace!” He laughed again before stopping abruptly as two cubes of sugar splashed into the tea; he returned the bowl back to its original place and started to absentmindedly stir his hot drink with one of the teaspoons. “But please, just grab anything on the tray! You wouldn’t want your tea bland, would you? Or is that how you like it?”

He smiled and nodded his head towards the tray. After a while, he cleared his throat.

“You said you wanted to know about the Queen, yes?” Said Rabbit with a monotone, it was his responsibility to inform this child after all. He took a sip from his tea before continuing, “Well, she’s a wonderful ruler! She’s the one who created all the laws and regulations for Wonderland. You’ll often hear other Wonderlandians complain about them and her, but I – being her personal assistant – can assure you that she cares for and loves everyone! She’ll never admit it but in her heart, she knows it as well.”

Rabbit tried to make his voice sound as cheerful and happy as possible, but no-one could mistake the strain in every word he uttered. Every now and again, the albino would doubt her Majesty and her ways. He could identify truth in what people said. But every time these thoughts would pop up, the boy would push it to the back of his mind. The queen had done a good job, that’s why people obeyed her. It was a weak argument but the once unbreakable string of absolute faith, which he had had harboured for the Queen, was cut just a little bit thinner when he had laid his eyes on the several children he found in the Birthing Place.