Decades ago there had been a terrible war ravaging the planet once known as Earth. A war raged by an unknown force reconstructed the planet's very foundations before the force vanished as unexpectedly as it had came. The main continents where forced into a circle around one large land mass and broken down, all connected by bridges and ports later on when reconstruction was ordered. But at the start the world was dark and bleak until one young man took charge and decided it was time to reform the new world. With the backing of nine other men he became the leader of this new world.
As time went by the outer continents or sections where renamed. Lux, Spás, Geist, Collera, Kenós, Hōpu, Destin, Viață, Blod, Aliento, and Thyme.
The land below the equator where the sun shone bright and the grass was lush was Lux. Spás was a tall city like section to the Northeast, built upon over and over again until there where barely any room for parks or zoos. The best and highest educations could only found in spacious Geist which was barely separated from Lux by a hundred miles to the west. Collera was one of the smaller sections, located in the Southeast, known it's intense inheritance. Kenós became the major production section, nearly five hundred miles from Collera. Hōpu flourished and worked on unearthing the knowledge of the past, nestled in the Northwest. Destin was a section to be reckoned with, there the weapons where built and the armies trained hoping to be prepared for another unknown attack, it was hidden in the shadows of the far north. Viață floated close to the center. Blod stood strong in the direct west. Aliento was across from Blod in the west.
In the very center of the sections was Heart, the ruling kingdom of the new world headed by the Harte line, the young man who had chosen to save his people. The nine who stood with him where given sections for them and they're descendants to look over and enforce his laws and rulings upon. Lux was given to Maryams. Spás to the Harleys. Geist to the Hussmann. Collara to the Makaras. Kenós to the . Hōpu to the Nitrams. Destin to the Megidos. Viață to the Crockers. Viață to the Captors. Blod to the Vantas'. Aliento to the Leigons. Thyme to English.
The following decade prospered with the growth of the world, capping off the decade with the King of Harte's marriage to a young powerful woman. By the end of the next decade they had been blessed with a son, an heir for the kingdom. Fifteen years blissful years later, on the anniversary of their son's birth the king was found in a puddle of blood in the congregation hall after the queen ran from the hall screaming for help. The Queen took over the reign of the kingdom seeing as the heir was barely fifteen. Within two months the young prince of Harte vanished from the public view, rumors swirled that the prince himself had been killed, more realistic theories boarded on the prince running away or being under lock and key in case the unknown force had been responsible for the death of his father and was now after him.
That is that short known history of Wonderland.
~ Four and a half years later ~
It was a normal night, cool but not cold. The leaves rustled atop the lush throng of trees in the heart of an abandoned forest just outside of the town line, the trees framed a small clearing empty save for a moss covered bolder and an ancient tree. A man sat beneath it, his arm resting on a raised knee, half hidden by shadow. Only his boots and a fraction of his dark jeans could be seen from a distance. From the edge of the clearing there was movement in the growth. With in seconds two forms had stepped into the moonlit clearing, one clearly looked out of his element as his honey brown eyes darted side to side, the second immediately spotted the man's feet and started towards him, her long messy blue-black hair seemed to swarm behind her almost like a tornado. The male, four inches shorter gasped and lunged after her.
"V-Virska?!" The man moved to grab at her arm, faltering at the last moment and choosing instead to keep up with her. "A-are you sure about this? I mean... Can.. Can we trust hi-?"
"Quiet Tavros!" Virska didn't even spare a second glance at her companion, her blue eyes locked on the figure under the tree. She slowed down a few feet away from the boulder, she placed a hand on her hip. "Are you the guy Roxy mentioned? Or am I in the wrong clearing in the center of the woods right outside of town with an old tree and bolder in the center of it?"
The man moved in the shadows. "Roxy sent you?"
"You know damn well that she set this meeting up."
"I wasn't aware that it was for a loud mouthed arachnid." The man sighed faintly. "She knows how I feel about them."
Virska narrowed her eyes. "Are you the one she called or not?"
"You that uptight about this meeting? Probably should have set it up somewhere a bit more... controlled." The man smirked to himself, looking the two in front of him over. "Perhaps, might I suggest, less open and, dare I say, empty? Might make meeting like this a bit easier. For you at least."
"I'm not here to play games." Virska folded her arms, Tavros hiding behind her. "My boss has a problem that he thinks only you can solve."
"Here on boss's orders then. Makes a bit more sense." The man yawned, beginning to lose interest. "Who the hell is your boss?"
"Makara." Virska replied simply. Instantly the man was intrigued.
"Makara has a problem that he cannot solve himself?" He tisked. "That's not want his said last time."
"I-it's a r-rather delicate m-matter." Tavros piped in from behind Virska's elbow. "H-his family c-can't be l-linked to-"
"Hmm..."
"Interested?" Virska asked, her tone sounded more likely to be used to teasing a dog with a bone.
The man leaned forward, still half hidden in the shadows. "That depends on what his 'problem' is." He smirked widely. "And what's in it for me?"