Disclaimer: The Movie Alice In Wonderland Does Not Belong To Me. I Am Solely Using It For Entertainment Purposes.
Author's notes: I Am Very Sorry For My Inactiveness. I Have Been Busy, And I Have Not Been As Hooked On The Movie. I Hope That This Story Does Not Go Down The Drain From This Point On. If You Have Any Ideas From Where I Should Take This Story, Then By All Means Tell Me Your Ideas In A Review Or Send Them In A Message On Here.
Lost In The Storm Of Madness
Chapter 12
Previously in this story:
"He laughed as he ran alongside her, and the wind blew pleasantly at them. She came to a stop, and he skidded down to stand beside her.
"We're here" she spoke softly.
"Where is here, exactly?" he asked, amazed by the colors, shapes, and overall place.
"My father used to take me out here to do some thinking when he was around." she explained, a leaf crushing under her feet as she walked. "He said the colors and shapes helped him think up the impossible."
Tarrant nodded, taking in the entire scene; the colors from the trees, the shapes the bushy leaves created. "Your father was a smart man…a smart man indeed."
"Yeah, he was." she agreed, a smile on her face, and she sat on a grey, large rock, patting the space beside her. He sat on the offered area.
"Let's talk" chirped Tarrant.
"What about?" she asked, her eyes avoiding his green eyes.
His arms reached forward, and his hands wrapped on either side of her face. His radiating green eyes gazed deeply into her wide, sparkling blue eyes. "Us" he whispered softly, his fingers caressing her cheeks. "let's talk about us.""
In the realm of Evaporation, concealed by the many shadows and the deep mists, a feline stalked. The cat's eyes, which were an unusual yellow coloring, peeked down from a large oak tree. Bemused by the scene below, the feline smiled, showing all of his teeth, and the corner of his lips seemed to touch his eyes.
"Chessur!" a voice yelled, shaking the tree's leaves. "What are you doing up there?"
The cat startled, fell from his spot up in the oak tree. He sighed, landing on all fours, and turned to the one who broke his concentration. Before the feline, stood the white rabbit.
"I will ask you again, Chessur" the White Rabbit said, "What were you doing all the way up there?"
Licking his paws, Chessur purred "I was merely enjoying the view. You should try it some time. You might like it"
The rabbit sighed, and tapped the golden watch he held. "Come on now. We are already late."
He rolled his eyes, and muttered "You are such a nag, Nivens."
"I am ignoring that." The White Rabbit said, hopping away, followed by Chessur.
"Are you sure that you do not want to know what I saw up there?" Chessur asked Nivens. The White Rabbit shook his head. "Oh, come on! Not even a little bit of you wants to know?"
The White Rabbit sighed, caving in to the cat's pleas. "Okay fine. What did you see?" He asked, muttering under his breath "I just know I am going to regret this."
Chessur smirked, pleased. "Alright, where to begin…" mumbled the cat. "Ah, I know!" he exclaimed, and began his tale.
After hours and minutes of Chessur telling his tale, the White Rabbit spoke up. "You mean to tell me that you were spying on Alice and Tarrant?"
The cat nodded, and replied "It was a lovely scene to witness. You should have seen it."
"Chessur!" yelled Nivens, "That is a total invasion of their privacy!"
"Psh, what privacy?" Chessur mocked, waving a paw in the air. "Privacy is a myth."
The White Rabbit sighed. "Oh, Chessur, what am I going to do with you?"
"Well-" the cat began, but his words were cut off by a horn blowing. "I thought you were supposed to blow the horn?" he asked the rabbit.
"I was, but I was late because I had to get you." Nivens replied, before turning his back on the Cheshire cat, and hopping towards the front of the assembly. He shared some words with the creature holding his horn, and then eagerly took the horn in his paws
"Ladies and gentlemen, canines and felines, and creatures of sorts" the white queen's gentle voice declared, "We are gathered here today because I have received some worrisome news."
Gasps erupted from the audience, and chatter echoed. One, long blow from the horn, and the audience quieted down.
"I am afraid to say that a terrible storm is approaching Underland" the queen spoke, gravely. "As citizens of Underland, I ask you all to help prevent as much disasters as you possibly can." The queen paused, and said "Any questions or concerns?"
There was silence, and nobody moved, then the tweedles raised their hands.
"Yes, Tweedles?" the queen addressed them.
"What can we do to help?" asked Tweedledee.
Tweedledum nodded, and chirped "Yeah, what can we do?"
"Well" the queen began to answer, "You could start by covering the crops up, so that the storm's icy winds do not give them the terrible chills."
"What about the flowers?" asked Tweedledum.
"Yeah, what do we do about the flowers?" Tweedledee added.
"Do we cover them too, or" Tweedledum began.
Tweedledee finished for his brother, "Should we move them somewhere safer?"
"Well," the queen said, "That depends on the flowers. They have voices of their own after all."
The tweedles nodded, pleased with their queen's answers.
"Any more questions?" the queen asked, looking around for hands in the audience.
Chessur nodded, and raised a paw.
"Yes, Chessur?" the queen spoke, addressing the Cheshire Cat.
"Doesn't the Hightopp clan specialize in storms? " He asked the White Queen.
"Yes they did, but-" the white queen replied.
Chessur interrupted, "I remember how years ago there was a storm like the one coming now, and a member of the Hightopp clan sent it away."
The White Queen crossed her arms, and asked, "Where are you going with this, Chessur?"
The Cheshire Cat shrugged, and said, "I am just wondering why not just get Tarrant to say a spell or something to rid of this storm before it even becomes a problem?"
"Chessur, you know as well as I do that Tarrant is with Alice up in the Overland." reminded the queen.
"That never stopped you from calling for Alice when we needed her." Chessur pointed out.
Mumbles of agreement flittered throughout the crowded audience.
"Alright, alright" exclaimed the queen through the loud chatter. "I will send for Tarrant." The White Queen looked at Nivens, "Can you blow the horn?"
The White Rabbit nodded, and blew the horn, capturing the attention of all.
"Who wishes to go up to the Overland and get Tarrant Hightopp?" the queen asked the audience. No one raised their hand. She turned to Nivens.
"Nivens?" she asked, softly.
"Oh, no" he said, "I'm sorry your honor, but I did it last time. Why not get Chessur to do it? It was his idea after all."
The White Queen nodded "Very well.." She turned her attention to the audience. "I have come to a decision. Chessur?"
"Yes, your majesty?" the Cheshire Cat purred.
"Approach, please" she said, politely.
The Cheshire Cat nodded, and walked elegantly towards the Queen. "Yes?"
"Since it was your idea to use Tarrant's storm spells, I appoint you in charge of finding and bringing back Tarrant. You have a limited time, so do not waste time." With that, the white queen said a few magical words, and the Cheshire Cat faded from sight.
The skies were dark, the moon and the twinkling stars were out. The grasses, exposed by nature's light, were a vibrant green. The feline's neon purple fur contrasted with the earthly colors, and his yellow eyes popped out.
"At least, I didn't land in that mud puddle" he muttered to himself as he pulled browned leaves out of his fur. He walked, mindful of the puddles. "Oh, where to begin…" he thought out loud to himself as he let his feet drag him to where he knew not.
Author's notes:
Now that seems to be a twist or something, right? How many of you expected something like that? Please tell me where you wish the next chapter to take this. Your thoughts and ideas count!
