Chapter 3
She ran, and she ran, and she ran. That was the only thing that she was able to do at this point in time. The sand seemed to be creeping up upon her, faster than ever, and it was not something that she could fight in any manner. Not once had she thought that sand could be this much terrifying, but such thoughts were quickly swept away as they came, replaced by pure, raw fear, fueling her to run faster, further, faster.
At last, after what seemed like an eternity, it stopped, right as she tripped over a particularly large tree root that jutted out from the ground, and she then proceeded to fall face-first into the grass. As she wondered what had happened to make the sand stop - not that she was not glad for it - she noticed a winding stone walkway a little to her side. The sand had stopped just as it began, and when she looked behind her, she realised that there was positively nothing there. The ash-gray sky that she had become accustomed to did not even exist beyond the line; Everything else was just a black, empty void of nothingness.
She pushed herself up, willing herself to ignore the shock that she felt and to continue moving. Who knew when that void would come after her and swallow her up. She simply cannot die now. Her dear sister was waiting for her back home.
Following the little rock pathway that winded about the lush vegetation, she found herself in front of a house in the shape of a rabbit's head, with fur lining the roofs. The path continued around the house, and the site of a tea party could be seen. A long wooden table was set in the midst of a clearing, dainty tableware littering the silky white sheet that covered the top of the table. Soft, fluffy chairs surrounded the table, approximately fifteen on each side, one at each end. On one end of the table curled a large dormouse that appeared to be fast asleep, in the middle of one side sat a furry chocolate hare with floppy ears, and a small man with a tall black hat sat directly opposite the hare, pleasantly sipping a clear, dark golden liquid from a porcelain cup. A conversation seemed to have just began as she slowly approached the trio with silent steps.
"Have you heard?"
"Heard?"
"Heard."
"Alice?"
"Alice."
"Alice!"
She did not know what she ought to be feeling upon hearing the name 'Alice'. Curiousity? Probably, for she had to take care of Alice. Suspicious? Perhaps, for even if it was Wonderland, the situation seemed rather queer. Worried? Definitely, for why would Alice be mentioned unless she was in trouble?
She crept closer to the table, attempting to hide herself behind a small gray patch of mulberry bushes.
Alice.
"Will we?"
"Have an 'Alice'?"
"That would be interesting."
"Will she die too?"
"They say she will."
"Or eventually will!"
"That might be sad."
"A disappointment."
"A pity."
"Die? What did you mean by that?"
Disturbed.
"Alice? What happened to Alice?!"
Worried.
"She was young."
"Young she was."
"They will all die young?"
"They will all die young."
"Fate."
"Fate?"
"Fate!"
"What happened to Alice?!"
Terrified.
"Such a pleasant day."
"Alice?"
Desperate.
"A perfect day to die."
A miserable whimper.
A soundless scream.
A colourless tear.
And she was gone.
Bits and Pieces :
ø Feeling very excited about this, no real reason why (maybe just because I'm weird like that)
ø Neko: You started it *smirks* Nope, because it all depends on how much I feel like writing. (supposed to be a oneshot, but is separated into chapters so no long chappies~)