Chapter Three

After what felt like an hour of walking Mackenzie stopped as she entered a swamp, there were odd three eyed toads with yellow tongues and large buzzing bugs. Mackenzie saw a cottage, there was a small window with a light, Mackenzie was about to leave when a short woman with long red hair with a bulbous head wore clothing that looked like a burlap sack came out chained to a tall man with black hair, an old eye patch and he wore rusted old armor. The woman and the man walked over and the woman smiled.

"Oh hello dear," said the woman, "I am the Red Queen. This is my Knave."

Mackenzie was confused, "I'm Mackenzie. Aren't queens supposed to be in castles?"
The Red Queen frowned, "Yes but mine was stolen from the White Queen. She was jealous so she stole it." The Red Queen smirked evilly, "Maybe you could get back the crown for me."
"I'm not a thief," said Mackenzie, "Maybe I could talk to her."

"That won't do, I promise I'll give you anything if you do this," said the Red Queen, "Its all for the goodness of things."

Mackenzie bit her lip, "Well if it is yours and it's for the goodness of things."

The Red Queen smiled, "Just take this, when you have the crown just throw it on the ground and you'll be back here before you know it."

Mackenzie nodded and went to leave, when Stayn elbowed the Red Queen and then she looked wide eyed as she remembered.

"Oh wait," said the Red Queen, Mackenzie looked at the Red Queen, "I also need you to get me a sword."

"A sword? Isn't that dangerous?" asked Mackenzie.

"Well only the true queen has the sword, its right beside the throne, you won't miss it," said the Red Queen.

Mackenzie nodded and left, she walked back down the road and was at the fork in the road again, she looked at the table and watched some more. The Mad Hatter was making hats, the March Hare was jumpy and threw cups and the Dormouse was practicing her sword play. When the March Hare threw a cup and the Mad Hatter ducked as if he knew it was coming Mackenzie giggled, everyone stopped, the Mad Hatter looked and saw Mackenzie. He saw her and walked over or more jumped. Mackenzie walked out of the forest and into the sun. The Mad Hatter stopped in front of Mackenzie and smiled.

"Hello," said the Mad Hatter, "I am the Mad Hatter, welcome to Wonderland."

Mackenzie curtsied like she was always taught, "I'm Mackenzie. I'm a little lost. It was the forest."

The Mad Hatter held out his hand, "Well don't you worry now; you're here to have tea."

Mackenzie held the Mad Hatter's hand and they walked to the table, Mackenzie sat beside the Mad Hatter's place that sat back down and continued making a white hat with feathers. Mackenzie watched as he finished in seconds, his hands were fluid and very fast.

"Who do you make hats for?" asked Mackenzie.
"For everyone," said the Mad Hatter as he finished and he started on another one which was lavender.

"And who's hat is this?" asked Mackenzie as she picked it up.

"The White Queen, it's for her party," said the Mad Hatter, "You have definitely have to come. It will be wonderful."

Mackenzie put down the hat, "Do you make hats for the Red Queen?"

Everything stopped, the Mad Hatter stopped sewing, the Dormouse dropped her sword with a clutter and the March Hare started fidgeting and put his head in a teapot. Mackenzie looked at everyone and back at the Mad Hatter.

"Did I say something wrong?" asked Mackenzie.

The Mad Hatter looked at her and leaned towards her until she was arched backwards in an uncomfortable manner, his eyes changed to orange, "The Red Queen is the only bad thing in the entire Wonderland AND…"

The Dormouse yelled out, "Hatter!"

The Mad Hatter's eyes changed back to green, he sat down and continued to work, "I apologize, the Red Queen is in exile and the speak of her is unmentionable."

The Mad Hatter finished the hat, it was a bonnet and child like small, the Mad Hatter handed it to Mackenzie, "Here you go."

Mackenzie smiled, she then thought of what to do with the Red Queen, she didn't want to help now but the Red Queen's knave really did scare her.