When Clarke awoke there was a strange weight on the bed with her. She opened her eyes and to her disappointment discovered that she was sprawled out in the bed at Hatter's house instead of Octavia's. Looking towards her legs she saw the large bobcat that she had met the day before. "Get off," she groaned as she kicked him off with her feet.

"What the hell!" Cheshire shouted, waking up as he hit the floor.

"Why were you sleeping in bed with me?"

"Hatter doesn't have another guest room. And why did you push me out like that? You could have just woken me."

"I find that hard to believe," She told him. "And you shouldn't be in bed with me." She told him getting out of bed. "It's not like you're an actual cat, and the door was locked," She added remembering she had locked it before getting dressed. She walked to the window and opened the blinds. The sun was still shining brightly, except that the darkness beyond the property was no longer there.

" Doors don't normally pose a problem for me," he said standing up in human form and waving some sort of metal pick in his hand.

"What time is it?" Clarke asked ignoring the thought of this young man sneaking into the room when she had been asleep.

"Around lunch."

"Really, I slept that long." she said stretching. "Where are my clothes?" she asked after looking around the room to find them gone.

"There is an enchantment, that cleans and put's your clothes away for you. They should be in one of the dresser drawers." Get dressed and come down to the kitchen. Hatter will be done in his haberdashery soon, so we should have lunch with him. As he finished he walked out of the door. A few minutes later Clarke was sitting down at the kitchen table, holding a glass of water in her hands. Hatter had come from what turned out to be his work shop and was at the counter preparing lunch for the three of them. As far as she could tell he was wearing the same clothes that he had on the day before, with the exception of his hat which hung by the door by the door. He also had a tape measure and a cushion full of pins strung around his neck.

"So what do you do in your… haberdashery?" Clarke asked smirking at the sound of the new word.

"I make Hats." Hatter said.

"Really!" Clarke said, and to that Hatter smirked at her exclamation.

"Why else would I be called The Hatter?" He asked her.

"I don't know. A secret name, some kind of acronym maybe." Hatter let out a bark of laughter before saying.

"Yes, to an extent it is, but I really do make hats. I take a few orders from people in the city, and make them here. Helps me keep tabs on things." He brought a tray of food to the table and gestured for the other two to start eating. "Speaking of special names," he said wiggling his eye brows at her. "We need to think of one for you."

"What's wrong with Clarke?"

"No" Cheshire told her. "You might not be able to do anything, and for the most part we might not be able to do much to you. However if someone were to have a book…"

"They could do something if they had a book?"

"Books here are very powerful," Cheshire said. "But not just any book it has to be a book of shadows and none are more powerful than the two books of the queens. They are books of magic and what is written in them is law. If someone were to know your name, your true name, and they had access to one of these books they could make what we call a binding. A binding is like an agreement that you cannot break, but the kind put into a book can be made against your will as long as the person with the book has your name."

"And the binding could force me to do anything?" Clarke asked.

"Yes." Hatter confirmed. "Most people call me Hatter because it's safer. I have been Terence, Jeeves, Godfrey But my real first name is Bellamy. You are not allowed to call me that unless we are alone." He said adding the last part after a moments thought.

"I was in hiding as a cat once, and went by the name of Periwinkle." Cheshire piped in.

"Periwinkle?" Hatter and Clarke said simultaneously.

"Yes. I was hiding out in some old lady's house that is what she named me." Bellamy and Clarke just looked at him for a moment. "But I am Jasper." He finely added.

"So what should my name be?" Clarke asked after a short pause. Bellamy seemed to be in deep thought, as well as Jasper. Upon further inspection Clarke saw that Jasper was actually watching one of the enormous humming birds that he had mentioned the previous day flit about near some of the very large flowers.

"I don't know yet. I have to get back to the work shop," Bellamy said finely.

"But you just came back from there," Clarke said.

"Unfortunately one of the Duchesses placed a very large order with me. I only have about another week to complete it. Jasper... could you teach her something?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know, teach her some magic maybe. She needs to know more about our world if she is going to live long enough to get home." He started to walk out the back door but stopped short. "One more thing." He walked up to Clarke and handed her a small cameo charm that was strung up on a ribbon. "You need to start wearing this all the time."

"Why?"

"It's charmed. You can't walk around here with clothes like that on. It's like my hat. You can use it to change the clothes you are wearing. Like this." Bellamy took the necklace back from her and after tying the ribbon around her neck he closed his eyes briefly in concentration as he touched the cameo. Clarke felt an odd tugging at the edges, and seams of her dress, and in moments looked to see herself wearing a floor length dress styled like something that might have been popular in an early Sears catalog.

"That looks so much better." Jasper smiled as he looked her over. Clarke glared at the teenager, not liking the way he was eyeing her.

"Yes," Bellamy agreed." You will blend in much easier now." He went to the door again. "I'll see you soon," He said to them both as he walked out the door.

"OK I'm going to teach you today." Jasper said later that afternoon. After they had finished eating, Jasper had Clarke walk with him out into the woods past Bellamy's property. "Now what to teach you?" He screwed his face up into a scowl as he paced back and forth. "Ahh! Magic. Today I will start teaching you about magic, and you will learn how to hide."

"Really? I don't need magic to hide."

"So you are capable of camouflaging yourself perfectly against any background?" He asked, when she shook her head he continued." Today's lession will consist of going over a simple hiding technique, which can be used anywhere. Watch." Jasper took a few steps backwards, closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply. At first nothing happened but after a while Clarke began to notice a very odd color shift occurring on his skin and clothes. Splotches of color changed and moved across his body until finely he was rendered nearly invisible against the surrounding forest. Only a vague silhouette gave him a way.

"Jasper that was amazing!" Clarke shouted delighted. She could hear him laugh and the air rippled as he walked up to her.

"The best part is that if you can keep a good focus the effect will change for you as you move." Clarke jumped slightly as the grinning boy dropped the charm and re-apaired in front of her. "Hopefully by the end of the day you'll be able to do that to." He sat down in the leaves and motioned for her to do the same. When Clarke was sitting in front of him he began to talk again.

"The key to preforming magic, is will and belief. When a person is doing magic they are in some way harnessing the energies of the universe and using it to fulfill their own wishes. People do it every day whether they realize it or not. A scared or embarrassed teenager could will themselves to be invisible, or a small child can create a monster under their bed if they truly believe that it is there. The only reason you don't hear about disappearing people, and strange creatures every day in your world is because the will and belief is not strong enough. In order to bend something to your will you must have a desire so great, that it has no other choice but to obey you. For something to be real you must believe in its existence so strongly that there is absolutely in doubt in your mind. You can't really do magic with just one of them either, you need both. The will to do the magic, and the belief that the magic you are doing is working." Clarke nodded in response. " What I want you to do is close your eyes and focus on the light." He stopped and waited for her to do what he had told her. "Focus on the way it feels when it is shining on you, the way it can change how colors appear." Jasper watched as Clarke's face furrowed in concentration.

She could feel the warmth on her skin, and could start to feel the rays of light move as the air shifted through the trees. " Now imagine that you are not hear think about what everything in the area would look like if you were not hear, and then believe it."

Jasper waited quietly as Clarke tried to envision the forest, and what the ground she was sitting on looked like. She thought about the tree that was against her back.

"Now, you have to believe that the picture you have in your head is real. Believe that you really can't be seen." Clarke tried to do what Jasper said. She tried believing as best as she could, but still doubted it was possible despite seeing it happen only moments ago.

"I don't think it's working," She said opening one eye to look at him.

"Come on Clarke just believe that I can't see you." Clarke opened her other eye let out a frustrated sigh. "Jasper! I barely believe that I am in this place," She admitted. "Believing in a talent for turning invisible is going to take a while." Jasper looked at her disapprovingly.

"I don't know how to convince you that we are real, but you had better start believing. It would be ironic if you put yourself in a deadly position thinking you couldn't possibly be harmed in this "dream" of yours, only to have yourself die."

"It dosen't help that you look like my best friends boyfriend." She said annoyed. The young man smirked then grabbed a small rock from the ground and threw it at her. "Hey! What was that for?" she complained.

"A little revenge for yesterday." He said smiling. It took a moment for Clarke to remember that she had indeed hit him with a rock they day before. "You are going to start practicing with that. Seeing as you still think you are in a dream land, and you are aware of being in a dream, you should be able to make whatever you want happen." He watched in anticipation for Clarke to try again. She stared back at him until she finely asked.

"What?"

"I'm waiting for you to make that rock disappear."

"Oh." She replied blushing. She carefully went through all the instructions Jasper had talked her through earlier. First focusing on the light then, picturing what her hand would look like if the rock was not there. Then began think repeatedly. "There is no rock, in my hand." After several minutes of intense concentration she opened her eyes she was disappointed to see the rock there.

"I suppose I should be happy that you were able to do something with it." Jasper told her hours later as they were heading back to Hatters house. "Even if all you did was make the rock look like a different colored rock." She did not like the condensing to that had crept into his voice."

"Stop complaining." Clarke said scowling. "It's not like I practice this kind of thing all the time." She looked around and swore under her breath when she couldn't see Cheshire anywhere. "Show off!" She shouted at the space he had just occupied.

"I hope you are not referring to me."

This chapter is the last one for a while that is heavy on explanations of how things work. The next chapter will be more interesting. As you might be able to tell I will now be referring to the Cheshire as Jasper, and The Hatter as Bellamy. As always let me know what you think. Also the Character names are not mine.