Gasp! The sequel to Rose In Wonderland? Yes indeed my lovely readers, yes indeed. However, before you read on, I must suggest that you read Rose In Wonderland before continuing... Still here? Right, of course you are. Well, you know by now. I don't own Homestuck. If I did, vriskan would be canon and there wouldn't be a gigapause.
One year. My last visit to Underland was one year ago. A year ago, I feel in love and met my sister. A year ago, I left the man I fell in love with to return to my world. A year ago, I wrote a book based off my adventures. A week ago, I received an invitation to the wedding of Adam and Delilah Gerard.
Mrs. Gerard had finally found another woman who would agree to marry Adam. Even though I refused this proposal before, we had been friends through most of our childhood. He felt as though I deserved to come to his wedding.
I was twenty years old and doing well enough on my own, without the support of a man or my mother. The book sold well, and it was called original, dark, and creative by critics everywhere. Little did they know that it had truly happened.
I arrived at the Gerards just in time. I was wearing a plain purple dress, and had walked to the wedding. Mr. Gerard met me at the gate. "Cutting it close, aren't we Miss Lalonde," he said jokingly.
"I believe I'm on time," I replied. "How is Adam."
"Utterly smitten. I think he actually likes this girl, no offense."
"None taken. I'm happy for him." I rushed inside the church and took a seat in the pews. The wedding began shortly after, and the lovers were wed. Nothing too interesting happened, although it was nice to talk to some of my old friends.
Adam confronted me at one point. "Hello Rose. Still unmarried?" he asked.
"No. I've been wed to a lord for a few months now. He died and I inherited his fortune. I'm now wealthy."
He laughed. "If only. How have you been? I read your book."
"Fine, thank you. Did you enjoy it?"
"I loved it. But I must ask, what gave you the idea to write such a thing?"
I smiled. "Just a dream I had."
He shook his head. "Well, I must be off. Good-bye, Rose." He left to find his new wife, and I walked outside for some fresh air.
A figure was sitting on a bench. A pack was on her back, and it was full to the brim. Her clothes were rags, and her hair was a long dirty blonde mess. "Hello?"
She looked at me. Freckles sprinkled her pale cheeks, and her eyes were bright blue. "Hi Rose."
"How do you know my name?" I asked.
She smiled, but didn't answer. Instead, she set her pack on the ground and reached into it. She pulled out a looking glass. "This will take you to where you most wish to go. Just look through it."
The girl handed it to me. It was scratched and looked as though she got it out of the garbage. "Who are you?" I asked.
She thought for a moment, then answered, "Call me Lys."
"But that's not your real name, is it," I stated.
She smiled and giggled. "Well, you are pretty smart." She picked up her pack. "You'll find out my real name soon enough. See you later, Rose." She ran off, disappearing in the crowds of people walking by.
I observed the looking glass closer. Really, it was an ordinary object, probably nothing more than garbage. But she had piqued my curiosity. Instead, I observed the spot she had sat in.
Amazingly, nothing had been left behind. Though the bag was near over-flowing, she had managed to keep everything in it. Not even a speck of dirt was on the ground, which intrigued me as she looked as though she hadn't bathed in days.
Where I wanted to go most. That was what caught my attention. Underland had been the only place I felt at home. Even the real world was dreary and dull to me when my father was alive. I spoke with him about my dreams, and he would smile and ask if I got into Mother's liquor supply before eagerly listening to my experience.
Father. It scared me how little I remembered of him. I knew he had the prettiest brown eyes and blond hair. The slick suits he wore and the click clack of his dress shoes on the wooden floor was all vivid to me.
Yet, how was his face? I remember a few wrinkles here and there, and the slight glint in his eyes. But his voice evaded me. How did it sound again?
I shook these thoughts from my head as I realized the tears forming in my eyes. I wiped them away and went to leave. If I was to try this, it would be in my home.
########
I arrived at my house soon enough, and immediately grabbed one of the chairs so I could sit down. I took a deep breath. I must be crazy if I wanted to do this.
I took the looking glass and held it to my eye. Everything I saw was black. But there was a yellow trail curling round as if it were mist, beckoning me to follow. I got up and followed the trail. Not once did I bump into anything, although I knew I should have.
After a few minutes, the trail stopped. I took the looking glass away from my eye. And I was in a very familiar room.
And end chapter 1! So, after the wait, I will be kind enough to upload another chapter tomorrow. Tell me what I can improve on, and leave a review! Or a follow. Or favorite. Those are pretty badass too.
Alright. I'm out.