The rest of the journey from that point on was terrifying. Every step I took, I could feel Hevvin's eyes watching me, though I knew for a fact he wasn't there. His grin was still burned into my brain. I came to a stop when I saw a tree with a bunch of signs, all which seemed to be in a foreign language. I gulped, but then saw Hevvin reappear slowly lying atop another branch.

"Have you been following me?" I asked with a panicked tone.

"I have better things to do than follow you, you little brat!" He looked down at me menacingly. "What part of MAGICAL CHESIRE-ICORN are you not understanding here? I'm everywhere!" His voice sounded a bit insane, so I just took a step back.

"A-Alrigtht," I gulped. "Hevvin, w-where do I go? I can't read these!"

He pointed to the right. "That way to certain death." Then pointed left. "That way to certain death."

"Can I go somewhere without dying?" I asked nervously. He propped himself up.

"Where's the fun in that?" he asked, but sighed heavily and pointed forward.

"That way to the March Hare's house. I hear the Mad Hatter's having a tea party there. It's very fancy, blah blah blah..."

"Mad Hatter?" I questioned. "W-Well..What about the March Hare, is he safe?"

"No, he's a little mad." Hevvin replied.

"Is there anyone not mad out here?" I asked, getting impatient. Hevvin cackled, then realized I was serious and just shrugged.

"We're all mad here."

Before I could question him again, he vanished, so all I had to do was make my way to the tea party in the hopes they could tell me where the palace was. I was hoping maybe I could sit and rest for a while considering I've done nothing but walking all day. I was exhausted. It didn't take me long before I approached a large house with a large, elegant table set out in the front, holding many teacups and teapots all over it. I grinned and approached the table, only to see Shiel and Darren sitting there.

"Finn!" Darren excalimed.

"Oops!" Shiel reached under the table, and pulled out a large, green hat and placed it on his head.

"Hatter...oh..I see.." I mumbled. "Tea parties? I thought you were to old for this.." I smugly replied. I heard a clattering noise, then saw Darren's father, Sir James the frog, pop out of a teapot.

"That's what I said!" He yelled angrily. Darren sank back in his chair and kept muttering "it wasn't my idea."

"Welcome!" Shiel said with a big grin. "Come, sit down with us! We were expecting you!" I was unsure about coming over. Why were they expecting me? Darren's threatening expression told me to expect the worst possible thing to happen. But, I was far too tired. I sat unwillingly into a seat far from them.

"So you're the hatter, Shiel? And Darren's the...March hare?"

"Sure, Why not?" Darren rolled his eyes and placed a weird, foaming cup of tea in front of me. "Drink this, we made it for you."

The smell coming from the cup was making me woozy, no doubt about it it was some kind of poison. I pushed the cup away from me, only to have them glare at me. "Drink it..." Darren drew a sword from under the table. I held my breath, frightened, and held the cup, feeling all the color drain from my face.

"B-But-" I said and frowned. "W-What's in the cup?" I askded.

"Cup?" Shiel popped his head up happily. "Clean cup! Clean cup! Move down!" He grasped Darren's wrist tightly and ran around the table. I didn't know what he was doing, but it was any excuse to run from the poison. I ran with them, feeling like a moron, until I reached the seat Darren was sitting at. Now Shiel was placed in front of the poison.

"You moron!" Darren said, knocking the cup from out of his friend's hand. I let them quarrel for a while, and began to think. "Darren and Shiel are knights in training to the king, and the king was running through the forest, therefore the palace is very close..." I stood on top of the chair I was on and looked past the rest of the forest, excited that I was now able to see the palace in the distance! As I began running off, Darren drew his sword again. "Where do you think you're going?" He yelped. I had a quick idea.

I took the rest of the mushroom from out of my pocket and threw it towards Shiel, it landed perfectly in his mouth, which was open due to his annoying yelling. He swallowed it whole.

So then I ran away from the scene, giggling as Darren and Sir James were screaming at the newly improved-30 feet tall Shiel.