Now this place is even stranger then the last.
Elizaveta stood on a stone path, turning around, the door she had just shut behind her- seemingly vanished.
On each side of the path, was a series of lovely flowers, bushes, trees, and other various plant life. It was truly breath taking.
"Who, are you?"
Elizaveta turned quickly, facing the noise, frying pan held defensively.
Only to see it was a strange boy that resembled a caterpillar?
The boy held a look of sternness, most of his golden hair up in a quiff, and a giant scarf adorned his neck. In one hand he held a smoking pipe, and the other hand was gestured out to Elizaveta.
"Excuse me?"
The caterpillar took another smoke from his pipe, and said "I will repeat myself. Who, are you".
The tone in which this strange boy asked such a question, for some reason infuriated her. Who was he to ask such a thing?
Wait, but what was so wrong about the particular question?
Elizaveta couldn't shake the feeling he should know who she is, despite the fact she had never met him before.
Or had she?
"Ahem" The boy coughed, taking yet another smoke from his pipe.
"If you keep coughing like that, surely you shouldn't be smoking".
The caterpillar- the boy- ugh whatever he was, looked at Elizaveta curiously.
"That was not the question. The question is, who are yo-".
"I don't know!"
The answer had escaped Elizavetas lips before she had time to stop herself.
"Are you sure?"
Elizaveta shook her head. "Ah, no, no. My name is Elizaveta".
"No it isn't".
"What?! What a ridiculous thing to suggest! I ought to know who I am!"
"Ah, but you just said you didnt"
"But I-"
"Really I ought to know who you are, but how am I to know if you dont either?"
Elizaveta gaped at the .. Thing. She honestly didn't know what to say.
"You know you're a giant douche, right?"
The boy simply nodded until a russling was heard. He held a small smile, barley noticeable unless you looked closely, as a girl- about Elizavetas age (Although everyone seemed to be) came through the bushes, with short blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. Her face was alit with a smile, and on her back was magnificent ladybug wings.
"Ned!" The girl smiled, and ran to sit next to the cater-boy.
"Hello sister". He nodded quietly.
Maybe he wasn't such a douche after all.
Elizaveta continued to walk down the path, but now it became steadily darker, and trees out grew the once breath taking plants.
The trees soon became so thick, the only source of light was the thin strips of sun, shining on the path ahead.
And glowing emerald eyes.
Elizaveta jumped at the appearance of the eyes, but soon noticed something above them.
"Eyebrows?"
"BLOODY HELL".
Elizaveta jumped at the sudden voice, as the owner of the eyes came into view.
"I can't go five minutes without someone noticing my eyebrows, not even in a dream!"
"What?"
"Oh never mind, Hello m'lady"
Elizaveta looked up at the owner of the eyes.. And the exceptionally large eyebrows.
The boy had dirty blonde hair, that was messy and unkept, everywhere in a sense.
From his head, (huzaah, more animal ears, Elizaveta thought) was a pair of cat ears, the colour of hot pink, and dark purple.
There were several aspects of him that were, interesting- but we'll go into that later.
Elizaveta finally found her voice.
"He-Hello?"
"I'm sorry if I frightened you, unfortunately I've been stuck watching the forest on look out"- and mumbling this part the boy added- "That stupid git mad hatter"..
"Mad hatter?"
The boy blushed at being overheard, but nodded his head in answer anyway.
"Ah yes, the mad hatter. Now I assume you'd like to meet him, after all he could know your way home".
Elizaveta nodded, not wanting to offend the so far, gentlemanly - however slightly terrifying- uh, cat-boy.
"Fair enough. I am Arthur, call me as such". The boy smiled, a hand stuck out to be shook.
"I am Elizaveta.. I think"
"Why think when I ought to know?"
"Sorry?"
"Ah- no my apologies. We're all mad here".
We're all mad.
