Author's Note- So far the shortest part of my story. We get a little insight to Maeve's past here. Hope you enjoy it!
Cork started walking torward the hallway the Stone Gryphon had walked down a few moment's before, and Maeve and Mad Hatter followed him.
Cork was quickly walking torward their destination, and the Hatter's steps were long. Maeve was running once again to a destination she could not see, course very few people could see their destination unless they had a picture or a very good imagination.
"This will be your room." Corkscrew said stopping in front of a tall, thin, bright blue door with a handle two feet above Maeve's head.
"Thankyou." said Maeve patting Corkscrew's head "Have a good night Corkscrew."
"You as well, little champion." Corkscrew purred as he walked back to the meeting room.
Champion? thought Maeve I'm not a champion. I've done too much wrong to be one.
Maeve sighed and looked at the door, she reached for the handle, but a gloved hand wrapped around it before she could touch it. The Hatter turned the knob and opened to door, letting Maeve walk in first.
The room was large enough for two people to roam about comfortably. Though to Maeve it seemed as if she was at the bottom of a well. The walls went up higher than the Hatter, and they also sloped inward like a squared bowl of some sort. She saw a pair of hammocks against one wall, both the same size but angled that only one part of the hammocks were connected to the same pole while the other parts were attached to two seperate poles that crossed each other. Across from the hammocks was a white vanity with a large tri-fold mirror, a padded stool and she could see an unopened drawer with a golden handle. Against the last wall was a small plain table, with two bow-legged chairs, going out in four different directions.
Looking at the hammocks again, Maeve put her hand in front of her mouth to cover her yawn.
Hatter watched as Maeve did this, and as she rubbed away the tears, he took her picnic basket and placed it on top of the table. As Maeve once again yawned he picked her up, making her emmit a squeak of shock, and surprise, that made the Hatter chuckle.
He placed her in the lower hammock, making sure that the pillow was fluffed. He then took a blanket from underneath the hammock and started to tuck her in. While he did this Maeve just looked at him with wide eyes, full of wonder.
After he took off her shoes, and tucked in the blanket near her feet, he reach up to her face and tapped her nose.
"It's time for the Princess to dream." he said looking at her with grey-blue eyes
Maeve watched him place himself into the higher hammock his long legs going over the end, his feet placing themselves flat on the ground. Then he pushed his shoes off to reveal red polka-dotted socks.
He took a deep breath and sighed "Goodnight Princess."
Maeve moved onto her side and nuzzled into the pillow. "Goodnight Hatter."
Before sleep could capture her, she thought of what the Hatter did. She remembered another man, a man that she'd once adored, doing the same thing a long, long time ago. In a past that didn't exist anymore, a past that she once ached for to return, but it never did. A past that she made sure would never exist to anyone, except her, and in her deepest of dreams.
Maeve had woken up but as most people do, she layed there hoping to go back to sleep. She had just been having a wierd but wonderful dream, and she wanted to go back to it, she needed to.
She heard the door open and footsteps walk into her room.
Please don't make me get up, she thought not yet.
The person pulled on her thick blanket that she had wrapped around her, pulling her off of the bed headfirst onto the floor.
"Oww." Maeve groaned
"You're late." said a low voice
Maeve turned her head to look over her shoulder and saw a tall man looming over her. Ususally she would get nervous whenever someone tall would stand near her. But since she was still in a slight sleep stupor she only felt
sleepy and the throbbing pain in her head from the fall.
The man had shaggy, dirty blonde hair, that had split ends and stuck out at odd angles. His brown eyes had a look of discust, and his nose and lips were crinkled in that way as if he smelled something that was absolutely revolting.
"What?" Maeve slurred rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
The man grabbed her hair and slowly lifted her off the floor, and kept going to the point Maeve was on the tips
of her toes.
"Listen you stupid girl," he shook her head making her cry out" You know I expect my breakfast at 5 o'clock SHARP!"
He cried out the last word and pulled on her hair making the pain in her head increase.
"I'm sorry." she whimpered scratching the hand that held her hair "I'm sorry."
"You will go downstairs and make my breakfast, NOW!"
He pulled on her bringing her from her small room out to the third floor landing. Then standing by the stairs, he quickly pulled Maeve forward and when she lost balance he let go of her hair and let her fall.
Maeve was used to falling down the stairs. It happened whenever she didn't wake up on time. She did have an alarm clock, that she made sure to turn on everynight. It's just that every now and then one of her siblings would shut it off so that she would get hurt.
Maeve was used to falling down the stairs. But that never stopped the pain.
She rolled onto the landing of the second floor, her new bruises slowly forming to meld with old ones of sickly colors.
Maeve slowly got up to her feet and when she noticed the man a few steps above her, she gasped and ran away
from him. She went down the stairs, ran through the living room and into the kitchen, where she got out a few skillets so she could prepare his breakfast.
"I WANT IT AS SOON AS I GET OUT OF THE SHOWER SO IT BETTER BE READY BY THEN!" he yelled from the second floor "GOT IT!"
"YES SIR!" she cried back getting out everything that she needed for his usual large breakfast
She quickly turned on the oven, and started to make everything he liked. As she watched the eggs fry up in the pan she closed her eyes and sighed.
Then for some reason she couldn't open her eyes no matter how hard she tried, she listened to the sizzling sound of frying eggs turn into a calmer sound and the thick handle of the frying pan became thinner. Then finally she opened her eyes and looked around. She was in the middle of a field surrounded by trees, the leaves making the rustling sound.
She saw she was sitting at a table with a beautiful white and gold sheet, and covering that was a single steaming white teapot on a brass trivet, and two places set out for a couple. Maeve also noticed that the dress she was wearing matched the sheet on the table.
"Tea for two." Maeve said happily
Then she noticed a shadow getting bigger and bigger. Looking up she saw a strangly familiar top hat float down from above and cover her and the table.
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