'Tis hollywoodfreak! Here's my sequel to "Ailís in Nightmare". Hope you enjoy it. Chapter 1: Backwards Poem
Ailís' looking-glass is still shattered, ever since she escaped execution. Autumn has recently begun. She was clad in a winter sailor suit (with blond hair and blue eyes). Ailís was jaded, and falling asleep. She picked a book on her nightstand. It's a collection of poems by Alexander Pushkin. But, she was aloof. Her kittens, colored black and white, crept into her bedroom. She quickly gazed at her chessboard, complete with chess pieces. "Let's pretend you're the Red Queen," Ailís said to the black kitten. "And let's pretend you're the White Queen," Ailís said to the white kitten. Before she could continue, she fell asleep.
Sometime later, Ailís woke up. Her book of Pushkin was open. There was a poem that wasn't there before. It was backwards, and looked like this: YKCOWREBBAJ
sevot yhtils eht dna ,gillirb sawT`
ebaw eht ni elbmig dna eryg diD
,sevogorob eht erew ysmim llA
.ebargtuo shtar emom eht dnA
She held it up to her shattered looking-glass, and read it aloud:
JABBERWOCKY
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe. Ailís notices a hammer on the ground. She dashed the looking-glass with the hammer, and walked through the frame to find an opposite image of her dwelling.
She ran outside to find the glass was in outsized squares, every other square a darker shade of green. "How peculiar. It looks like a chessboard" said Ailís to herself. She walks over to a garden. She sees a Tiger-Lily, Roses, and Daisies. The flowers, nevertheless, are shrived and dead-looking. "Oh, Tiger-Lily, I wish you can speak" remarked Ailís. "We can talk, if there's anyone worth talking to" replied Tiger-Lily in a low, hoarse voice.
"We can not talk as much as we have in the past" said a Rose. "Yes, we were once happy. But we haven't been watered in a long time" said the Daisies, who all began to cry. Unexpectedly, Ailís was swept away quickly by a floating stranger. When she was on the ground again, she saw the stranger was a giant living chess piece. It was the Red Queen. "Where do you come from?" questioned the Red Queen. "And where are you going? Look up. Speak nicely. And don't twiddle your fingers all the time, or I shall have them amputated."
"I don't know, your Majesty. And I can't explain what I'll do next" said Ailís.
"Speak French when you have nothing to say in English."
"Je me demandais si on pouvait jouer à un jeu d'échecs, votre Majesté"
"Certes, jeune fille. Let's play. You can be the White Queen's Pawn, if you like, as Lily's too young to play; and you're in the Second Square to begin with. When you get to the Eighth Square, you'll be a Queen." The Red Queen vanished. At that moment, Ailís remembered she was a Pawn.
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