When Maura woke up, she was lying on a table. The first thing she noticed was that she was still outside. The next was that Jane was standing next to her, holding her hand.
"Maura? Maura, honey. I need you to make a decision. This is Cheshire, and he can fix your arm."
Maura blinked slowly, taking a minute to comprehend the words spoken to her. She moved the arm that had been injured slightly, and gasped. Tears sprang into her eyes, but she blinked them back. She then looked at who Jane was referring to. Cheshire. She blinked, confused. It was a cat. A purple and blue striped cat.
Then he smiled. She looked into his greenish-blue eyes, and saw only kindness, slightly tinged by what she couldn't describe as anything other than sarcasm. She was scared, but the throbbing pain in her arm reminded her of her want to be healed. She simply closed her eyes and nodded. A strange sensation began, like cool mist landing on her arm. She opened her eyes, and felt her would being probed by invisible fingers. Suddenly, the pain eased, and she felt her eyelids drooping from exhaustion. She let the darkness overtake her consciousness, knowing Jane would keep her safe.
When she awoke again, she was in a giant room, crafted of white marble. The curtains had been drawn, so it was mostly dark, however, some sunlight did sneak around them, allowing her to see her surroundings. There were a few tables, and chairs, a side table, flowers, and more. As she went to step out of the bed, she realised that she was only in her underclothes. Then she noticed that on yet another table in the room, there were clothes lain out for her. She walked over and picked up the clothes. The flowing dress was a deep purple, the color of the dragons scales. As she pulled it over her head, it flowed into place. It sat perfectly over her curves.
She stepped out of the room, blinking to adjust her eyes to the light. She stood in a large hallway, still made of white marble, with white tile flooring.
Why would you have so much white in your house? It must be terribly hard to keep clean.
She walked through what she could no longer think of as a house, it was a palace. Suddenly, she stepped into a room. There was a throne sitting on it. Gorgeous birds chattered in the rafters, all kinds of animals in the room, comfortably laying, walking around, all conversing. Suddenly, a very pale woman, with platinum blonde hair walked out. She lifted one perfectly sculpted eyebrow at Maura.
"Ah, so you're awake." She said to her, "The dress looks pretty on you, keep it, please, it had never looked right on me."
"Oh. Well, thank you." Maura said shakily, unsure how any clothing could look anything less than gorgeous on the woman. She stood there, unsure of what to do.
"I'm terribly sorry, let me introduce myself. I am the White Queen. This is my castle. The Hatter is one of my close friends. She brought you here."
She relaxed a little, knowing Jane knew the woman and she was the one who brought her here.
"I hope you don't mind. I've been wandering a little bit." Maura said.
"That's fine, as long as you don't go into the door at the end of this corridor." The woman replied, "Now, I think you should go back to sleep. Do you know how to get back to your room?"
"I believe I do."
"Bella, will you please make sure she doesn't get lost?"
A lithe white cat that looked like a snow leopard, but smaller, leapt to her feet and led the way out of the room. She trotted next to Maura, until they reached the room. The little cat never stopped talking the whole way.
"Now, there you are dear. If you need anything, just shout, I'm going to take a little nap myself just down the hallway." The cat stretched, and walked out.
Maura slipped out of the dress, laying down under the covers. She drifted off to sleep wondering what in the world could be behind the door at the end of the corridor.
AN- I am so sorry guys. I've been considering discontinuing this story. I still am, actually. I don't know. I'm sorry this one is so short, tell me what you think!
I'll try and get another chapter out as soon as I can.