A/N:To the old readers, A.K.A. ppl who read these chapters BEFORE yesterday(01-4-12) and today(1-5-12), I've made revisions from ch.1-6. Revisions as in added a few more sentences and changed a few words. No there is no important detail I added, just reread my chapters and I hated the errors in it. The description for the boy (no name yet for new readers, that's a spoiler) has a few more details and I made the sentences less wordy. I think the story is much smoother now. Don't you, old readers?

She hummed softly to an unknown tune, her pencil complimenting the hum as she rhythmically tapped the pencil on the desk. Her gaze was unseeing towards the teacher that droned on about who knows what. The thoughts running through her head were of a typical sixteen year old girl. They were running along the lines of: when is class going to end? This is so boring. Gun, meet head. Head, meet gun. Boom!

"Ariana! Pay attention!" The furious teacher scolded, her scratchy voice cutting through the girl's train of thought. Ariana shrieked in surprise, jumping in her seat and slamming her right knee in the desk with a force that sent jolts of pain running through her knee and calf. The class laughed, some wincing as thoughts of even more homework than usual killing their plans for a late September Tuesday. Placing a hand on her stuttering heart, Ariana squeaked out a tentative "yes?"

"Pay attention!" The teacher turned back to the board after she gave a threatening glare to Ariana. Rubbing her knee and concealing a loud ow, Ariana stared at the board petulantly. "We're going to watch a video and during that I want you all to fill out this worksheet. The answers are going to be in this video so don't think you can give me a half-assed answer that you made up. I expect this to be turned in when the bell rings." The teacher glanced at the clock. Ariana followed her and internally groaned when she saw that there was 50 minutes of class left. The lights were turned off and the title "Process of Reproduction" popped up. The rustle of paper that was being passed was the only sound in the room.

After 5 minutes of watching the grossly disturbing video that would forever scar Ariana for life, she put her head down on her crossed arms. Smiling at her good fortune of being next to the dark corner, she decided that a little nap wouldn't hurt and closed her eyes. I'll wake up in time to start writing the first answer. With her self assurance, she fell asleep.

The rough shaking disturbed her out of a wonderful dream involving ice cream, a blowtorch, and homework. Muttering a silent curse, Ariana abruptly sat upright despite her back's protest, the shaking coming to a halt. A crack reached her ears when she twisted her spine in hopes of getting the kinks out of her back. Grimacing, she rubbed her eyes. She shot a glare at the blur she hoped to be the one who woke her.

"Peasants should not be sleeping in the middle of the road." The voice said.

"I can sleep wherever I want!" She shouted indignantly. Ariana stood, tripping slightly on her long dress. Who was he to call me a peasant? Her hands were on her hips, the feel of silk was cool and soft under her hands - the feeling was growing in the back of her mind like a balloon until it popped into a small, yet large thought. Wait a minute, why am I wearing a dress? The last of her bone weary tiredness wore off as shock and panic took over. She glanced down at the layered blue silk dress that one would wear to a fancy party. Eyes wide in ever growing confusion, she opened her mouth - to do what she didn't know, but she was leaning toward screaming - at the same time she saw the owner of the voice.

His hair was a sharp white-silver blade that cut his neck and almost reached his shoulders with straight strands. A pointed jaw led to broad shoulders, followed by a torso that was hinted to be toned with the flattering long white buttoned shirt that covered up his form. Black pants of a high quality covered his long legs. A sword encased in a silver sheath hung at his waist. Black boots laced up to his calf halfway, his tall form made all the more impressive. Cold onyx eyes stared back at her from a pale face with an intensity that chilled and heated her body at the same time. His nose, tilted up in its arrogance, and high cheekbones, added to his noble air. "Are you quite finished gawking at me?" His deep voice washed over her with a sharp bite, slapping her back to reality.

"I - I -," Ariana stammered, heat blossoming on her pale cheeks.

Taking a few steady breaths for her fast beating heart while the male of seventeen or eighteen years of age observed her with a blank stare, Ariana calmed the little - okay, large - part of her that just wanted to admire the man's beauty for a few minutes.

Trying to form words with her scrambled brains, her mouth opened and closed several times. Turning gracefully, the man walked away from what he deemed a waste of time. He only gained a few feet away from her when she finally took notice with her slow brain.

"Hey!" Ariana ran to match up with the man's long strides. As she kept up with the man's fast pace, a thousand questions ran through her mind. Deciding she wanted answers, she stood in front of the man, knowing he wouldn't stop without an interference.

Halting in front of her, he stared unblinkingly back when she peered up at him behind her blond hair. His lip curled back in a familiar gesture. The peasant was a nuisance and he instantly regretted waking her up to appease his modicum curiosity. "Off with her head". Iracebeth's preferred quote described his building anger toward the peasant quite well.

Ariana felt a streak of fear go through her heart when the man silently snarled at her. His unearthly hair gave the snarl an even more feral look. The threat of danger was apparent. Not backing down though, she stood up even taller. She only reached the man's shoulder and it gave her a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She tilted her chin up until she met the man's icy eyes with all the confidence she had left. Which wasn't much, she thought.

The man felt his anger building at each defiant action the girl took against him. Her stubborn chin and insolent manner grated his legendary patience. If it had been any other day, when his mother had not demanded he go to the white witch - after he had finally found a lead to Lilith...a century the fools spent with their pathetic excuse of searching - than he would have ignored the girl until she decided to end her childish tirade. The
idea of violence was appealing, but it was not in his nature to prey on the weak. The sun's rays brought his attention that the journey he was making, before the peasant rudely interrupted him, would have to be brought to a halt sooner than was planned. He observed the distance he would have to travel in order to maintain his schedule with a critical eye. He was nothing if not punctual. It did not matter to him if the only creature he was meeting at the designated point was himself. If it was his desire to do something, he would obliterate any insignificant obstacle there was in his path to achieve it. The peasant took another breath, signalling to him that she would talk.

"Look, I have no idea where I am or-", Ariana was cut off by the man's answer.

"Underland," was his clipped answer.

"Where is that?"

"You are here, are you not?"

She frowned but nodded.

"Then you have your answer." He walked once again, gaining plenty of distance, though he was not rushed in his movements.

Ariana stared at the man's back with irritated shock. She looked at her surroundings with curious eyes when she could no longer see even a speck of his form. Giant trees with leaves the size of her head in vibrant shades of green made up most of the forest. She hummed to herself thoughtfully. Eying the trees around her with appreciation and wonder, she walked around with tentative steps. She paused in front of two large flowers, one the color of fluorescent pink and the other a dusk blue.

"What are you doing standing around here for?" The voice of an elderly lady snapped after a few moments of silence.

Adriana balked. She rubbed her eyes furiously. This is not happening to me.

"Young folks these days are so rude," an elderly man commented in a wheeze.

I'm dreaming. There's no way flowers are talking to me. Definitely dreaming.

"Dreaming she says," the woman crossed her leaves that substituted as arms.

I said that out loud? Realizing she spoke her thoughts once again, she decided to shut her mouth.

"Now sister, she might be a little off in the head. You can't expect her to understand you, you know." The man chastised the woman gently.

"The Hatter is more mad than her, and his hearing is just as fine as mine." Her petals seemed to bristle like an annoyed cat's.

"Quite right, dear sister." He petted her leaves in a soothing gesture, getting her mood to soften. A leaf still on his sister, the man flower turned towards Ariana with eyes that reminded her of a grandfather's. "Now who are you, young one?"

The tone in which he spoke eased some of Ariana's jittery nerves enough for her to respond normally. "I'm Ariana."