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Wonderland
A boy of about fourteen years of age fell flat in his back on the hard packed dirt. Groaning slightly he sat up and took in his surroundings. Large mushrooms blossomed over his head. Perched atop the largest one sat a big, blue caterpillar. Taking a deep breath from his pipe, he turned to the boy. "Who are you?" the caterpillar asked; smoke issuing from his mouth and up the boy's nostrils. He coughed a few times before answering. "My name's Baelfire…sir." He said, feeling that this bug was one of power. After a short pause he said again, "Where am I?" The caterpillar looked slightly annoyed. "You are in Wonderland, of course! Although it is not in its full glory, I must say." He exclaimed, suddenly looking downcast. "Oh I'm sorry," Baelfire said awkwardly, "What has happened?" The caterpillar looked woefully down at him. "The Cheshire Cat has just died!" he said, sniffling a little. Baelfire stared back, a little confused. "What's a Cheshire Cat?" he asked hesitantly. A look of pride overcame the caterpillar. "Not what, but who! The Cheshire Cat is the Queen's royal adviser. He possesses the power to jump between realms, read minds, tell lie from truth, and change into a striped cat." he said pompously. "Why can't you get another one?" Baelfire asked. "Because, the cat had no heir and there is no one in all of Wonderland with a heart pure enough to become the great cat." he said. He paused for a second, looking down at the boy called Baelfire.
"You've been through a lot, haven't you?" the caterpillar asked softly. Baelfire nodded silently, a lump forming in his throat. "Yet," continued the caterpillar, "You still have as good of a heart as you did before this night." Baelfire stood silently, unsure of what to say. "Come a little closer." The caterpillar asked reached out his stubby legs towards him. Gulping, Baelfire obediently stepped forward. The caterpillar whispered, "Would you like to be the next Cheshire Cat?" Baelfire was stunned, but he nodded. "This is a lot of responsibility, you know. Are you sure?" the caterpillar warned. Once again Baelfire nodded. "Repeat after me: I, Baelfire accept the full responsibility of the Cheshire Cat and all his power and henceforth severe all my ties to my past life." Baelfire thought about this for a fraction of a second, thinking about his father. If he agreed, would he ever see his father again? Then he repeated. Suddenly, he felt a huge surge pass through him. His hair, starting at the roots, turned raven black. His eyes were those of a feline, like slits. He knelt on our fours, coughing. Finally, it ended and he looked up. The caterpillar looked at the Cat gently. "Go train with Alistair, he'll help you." The Cat was about to ask where and who was Alistair, but suddenly he knew where he was. Quickly he set off into the dark, black night.
18 years later
"Alistair, I have to go now, the Queen needs me, she said something about a hatter." The Cat said. He didn't go by his old name anymore, everyone merely knew him as Cat. Alistair took out his pocket watch and sighed. "I suppose you're right. I'll come with you." He said, morphing into the white rabbit he always did for travel. Cat grinned his wide grin and morphed into a purple and black striped cat. At that moment a brown rabbit came hopping in. Within two seconds she was a girl, looking no less than fourteen in appearance. She had long curly brown hair and dark brown eyes to match. "Hullo Al, hey Cat." She said smiling at them both. "Hello March," Alistair said tiredly. "Wanna come with us?" Cat asked, his grin still on his face. "Sure!" she said happily. The group dissapeared in a cloud of smoke to the Queen of Heart's Palace.
Storybrook, Maine
The rain splattered hard against the pavement, making huge puddles. A single man walked down the street, an umbrella in hand. He stopped at the doors of a store titled Mr. Gold's Pawnshop. Sheilding his eyes from the rain he walked in. He didn't know why he turned into this specific store, he just felt like getting out of the rain. He hated the rain. He was not a person who hated things, in fact he only hated about three things, give or take a few. He hated: snails, rain, and bullies. As he stepped into the shop he looked around. It was full of mismatched artifacts and old things. He walked aroung in a small circle, taking in everything. A voice from he back called, "I'll be with you in a moment." Cat stopped short. The voice he heard was so familiar, but he couldn't place it. Cat shook his head, trying to get the name into his head. At that moment a man walked out from the back room. Cat stared at him for a full second before clearing his throat. "Um... I-I was just leaving." Then without another word he swept out of the room into the night.
stared out the door at the stranger. His hair was dark black, but that was not what troubled him. It was his eyes. His eyes were like a cat's, unnatural for a human being. Some part of the man seemed familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Who was this man?