Alyss Pov.

Five years. Five boring, bland, grey years. All the Wonderlanders have spent these five years to rebuild their imagination. But writer's stories have lost their depth, musician's music sounds like it is being played by a three year old, painters can only draw stick figures, tailors can only work with grey fabric, and worst of all, conjurers have led me to believe that I am back in that other world where nothing works. It is sad to see the heart crystal all dimmed down. I also have lost my urge to actually care about it all. I tossed and turned in my bedroom, remembering when I could just make things appear at my will. This is what it is like to be normal. I hate being normal.

The only good part of this is tat Redd has also lost her will to attack. She was found in the whispering woods. She had tried to defend herself, but she could not. She tried to get her cat to attack, but it remained a kitten. She is presently in a special cell in Borderland, being held hostage by the tribal kings whom I have befriended.

I am beginning to tire of it all. But I cannot sleep for a moment. The rapidly approaching problem of my marriage is at hand. I have to find a spouse, if there is to be an heir to my throne. I do have a child, but her whereabouts is unknown to me. She is with Dodge, her father. For the sake of the Queendom, for the sake of my sanity, we have to find Dodge.

The smell of smoke filled the room. It was the blue caterpillar. I turned to him and gave him my respects. He was holding a tray of tarty-tarts. There was only one left. He puffed on his pipe. He looked relaxed.

"The mushroom forest has been destroyed." He then dropped the tray and disappeared.

The mushroom forest? Destroyed? How could it happen? I looked at the abandoned tray. It was so detailed. No tin man could have made it. At least not in the past five years. Yet it looked brand new. Either someone has been working extra hard on his polishing, or this was a conjuring. Could it be true? Someone has actually made this with his or her mind? I called for the walrus butler. He came waddling in.

"My Queen?" he asked.

"I would like to see who has made this, spread the word around Wondertropolice. I need to know who has created this."

He waddled off with it. I wonder who the creator could be. Whoever she was could be useful for us.