Summary: Mirana is having trouble recovering after her sister has taken her crown. When she looks at the Oraculum she sees not one, but two champions coming to her rescue. As Alice leaves from her first journey into Underland, another from the Upperland comes to Underland. This is the story of Mirana and yourself and how you two went from being Queen and visitor to the Queen and her Consort.
Disclaimer: I am only borrowing these characters from Mr. Lewis Carroll and Disney. This is mostly based on the Tim Burton movie though.
This is a fanfiction for any reader. I'm rating it T for now, but may up the rating as the story progresses.
(Y/N)=Your Name, (L/N)=Last Name, (E/C)=Eye Color, (H/C)=Hair Color, (H/T)=Home Town
Needing Help, Finding Love
Chapter One-Under the Cover of Night
Betrayal. Anger. Sadness. Mirana, White Queen of Underland, sat in her study contemplating what has just happened and the consequences of her sister, Iracebeth, resurrecting one of the two known Jabberwockies. Not only did Iracebeth attack the village Mirana was visiting, Iracebeth destroyed the village, killed all the innocent citizens, and took Mirana's crown.
Why has she done this? I knew she was jealous, but how could she could so far as to kill those innocent people? What can I do now without a champion? Who will step up and take his place knowing that just one breath of lightning from that horrid beast killed the ever brave champion? Suddenly she remembered that she could, no matter at what time of day, consult with Absolem, a wise old caterpillar, and the Oraculum, a scroll that predicted what would happen in Underland on any given day as well as who may come into the kingdom.
Mirana tore through Marmoreal with a new purpose. She was lost in thought of what she needed to do in order to visit Absolem without anyone noticing her short absence, or worse her sister finding out and attacking Marmoreal with her gone. Mirana was so distracted with her thoughts that she failed to see Nivens McTwisp, her most trusted advisor, coming towards her.
"Your Majesty!" Nivens all but shouted when they ran into one another. "Are you alright, my queen? I apologize for not announcing myself earlier to avoid this collision-" He was cut off before he could continue.
"It is alright Nivens. The fault was entirely mine for not keeping my mind about where I was going." the queen answered the white rabbit. "I need to speak with Absolem as soon as possible about how far my sister may take this so called war of her's."
"Your Majesty, you can't just go into the Fungal Forest without a company of knights with you. It is too dangerous, especially now that your sister has stolen the crown from you." the white rabbit tried to argue even though he knew when she was determined to do something, anything, she wouldn't stop until she was finished with the task.
"I understand Nivens, but I will only tell you and will go at night so no one will be the wiser. This is something that must be done so we know how crazed my poor sister has truly become so that we may be able to deal with her appropriately when the time comes. If anyone asks for me tell them that I am not able to have visitors at the moment due to too much paper work and asked to be left alone save for you." With that she continued to her chambers.
Mirana got to her chambers as the sun was setting just below the horizon. She quickly and efficiently changed from her daily attire of a white dress to her riding outfit that only few knew about. While her famous color is known to be white she has always appreciated the color violet. Mirana's riding outfit was form fitting so as to not get caught on any natural debris that could drag her off her horse. Unlike some ladies of court whose riding attire was similar to that they wore on a daily basis, Mirana found that to ride more comfortably on longer journeys, such as this one, trousers were the best attire. While her trousers were black and tucked into her mid-calf black leather riding boots, she had a royal purple button up shirt with white stitching and buttons. Though she never tried to flaunt it, she knew that she was rather beautiful in the eyes of those around her, and this riding outfit showed that no matter what she wore she was a true vision.
Mirana spent two hours going over some of the paperwork she had Nivens bring to her room before she deemed it safe enough to leave without being noticed. Grabbing her cloak from her wardrobe, she kept to the shadows of Marmoreal so as to not get caught. Doing this brought back memories of happy times when her and Iracebeth would sneak out late at night just to see the beautiful Underland night sky. Mirana shock those thoughts away as another guard passed by the shadow where she was hiding.
After sometime, she had finally made it to the stables without being caught. Now I just need to get a horse no one will notice is missing until later, even then there will be a note saying someone wanted a late night ride and decided to take that horse. Now, which one should I trust to keep this and anything I am told by Absolem a secret? She made her way through the stables until she was at her favorite horse.
"Phillip, I am terribly sorry to wake you, but I need help." Mirana whispered to the gentle horse.
"Your Majesty, I will do anything for you, but I can't help but wonder what are you doing out here so late?" Phillip, a white Destrier horse, replied to his queen and only rider.
"I need to ride another horse for this one journey to the Fungal Forest, but do not know which one I can trust the most with the information I am looking for tonight. Can you help guide me to the horse whom you would trust with these things?" Mirana had known Phillip since he was a mere colt and she had begged her father for him even though the breeder thought he was not worth the time.
"I understand Mirana. I would choose Beauty. She is strong, fast, and very trustworthy. She is down three stalls and across the way. Please, be safe my friend this is not the Underland it once was I'm afraid." Phillip replied truthfully and concerned for not only his queen, but his lifelong friend.
"Thank you, Phillip my friend. I will make sure you have two apples next time I come to see you." Mirana said with a nod of thanks as she left him to go back to sleep.
Mirana was silent as she made her way to Beauty's stall. When she arrived Mirana saw a black and white Plafrey horse that was finishing her dinner. The horse took a moment before she realized that the queen was standing before her. Beauty dipped her head in what horses consider bows and then returned to looking at the queen.
"Your Majesty, it is an honor to see you." Beauty stated.
"I'm told that you are strong and fast, is this true?" Mirana asked.
"I am, my queen, but Phillip is still stronger and faster than most all of us in these stables."
"He tells me that you are also trustworthy. Can I trust you with the journey I need to go on?"
"If you need me I'm at your service. I am strong and fast, and whatever I hear upon this journey shall never be spoken of unless you wish for advice."
"Very well then. Which saddle is your's? We need to leave as quick as possible so no one will suspect anything."
"My saddle is the one on the third row, two in from the right. The tack they use is with it as well."
Mirana retrieved the saddle and tack and got Beauty ready for their journey. Once she had finished, Mirana led Beauty outside the stables and outside Marmoreal before mounting the horse.
"We are going to Fungal Forest. Do you know the way?" Mirana asked.
"Yes, my queen. It should take a few hours if you wish to rest before we come to the edge." Beauty replied.
"Very well, once we reach the edge let me know. We are traveling to see Absolem and he doesn't like horses to well. Please for the duration of this journey call me Mirana."
"Understandable my queen-excuse me-Mirana. He is a caterpillar so of course anything as large as a horse would be somewhat intimidating. Now you will need your rest before you speak with him."
"Alright, maybe a quick nap will help." as if to emphasis her point, Mirana yawned and went straight to sleep while riding astride Beauty.