Wonderland
Chapter 2
Man, not owning stuff sucks. I don't own the characters in this. I suck. I
am so sorry about the spacing in the last chapter, and I'm sure that
everyone hates me by now because of that, but I'll try harder on this one.
"What did he mean, 'everything is important'." Tabitha's hand beat a tattoo in the wisteria bark. Sighing, she turned to leave, but smacked her head on a low hanging branch.
"Ow." Tabby rubbed her head. "Why me? Stupid flowers." Even as she spoke, Tabitha was gathering some twigs of wisteria, building a bouquet. "Stupid, pretty, sweet-smelling flowers.I hate them."
Then she continued on the path, arms full with pretty blossoms. Eventually she came upon a large hole. The light seemed to diminish around it, so despite the cheery sunlight, it's entirety seethed absolute black.
Temporarily putting the bouquet down, Tabitha pulled the leather-bound copy of Alice in Wonderland from a pocket in her dress. Flipping through some pages, she found the page about falling.
She read a little bit, contemplating what to do. The hole was about the width of the path, and on the opposite side of it the woods closed in.
Tabitha smiled. "This is just a dream, so." She leaped in.
In the original Alice in Wonderland, the fall down the rabbit hole was lengthy and slow. In this twisted version, however, Tabitha eventually woke up with a sore back on a stone floor.
Looking up, there was only a circular spot of light to show where on earth she came from, and it was too small to even consider going back up. Looking about, she was in a circular, stone-built room, with a circular stone table in the center. There was a vase on the table, and when Tabitha looked closer, it had a pattern of swords encrypted around the neck.
The bouquet made a crunching noise when tabby inspected the vase, so she became suddenly aware of it. Putting two and two together, Tabitha carefully stuffed the un-flowered ends of the wisteria branches in to the vase. She continued to inspect the room, forgetting the flowers. Tabitha noticed a tiny blue door in the deep black stones. Leaning over to see it better, she was alerted to the table by a sudden flash of light.
The wisteria had begun to glow, and the vase's encryptions were shining a bright light. Tabitha came closer, and it became even brighter. Working up her courage, Tabitha reached out to the glistening wisteria and the light became blinding. Tabby shielded her eyes, and reached out. Her hand met metal. The light faded away.
The metal object formed from the odd transformation was a sword. Wisteria patterns swirled around the hilt and even on its sheath and blade. Unknowing of what to do, Tabitha took a while to figure out that the sword was probably important and she should take it.
Awkwardly holding it, Tabitha went back to the tiny door, and tried to open it, hoping to at least see what was behind it. When her finger touched the knob, a squiggle escaped the keyhole. Tabitha jumped back, grasping the sword. It was like a moving shadow, or an extremely hyperactive black slug. It ricocheted around on the floor for a bit, then settled to a steady squiggle, like a snake. Tabby crouched next to it, and, grasping the sword in one hand, poked it.
The little slug retaliated to this assault by rearing up, growing to about eight times it's usual size, and growing fangs. All in all, it still was about as tall as Tabitha's waist, if lower. It lunged. According to the location of its fangs, and assuming that fangs are always placed in the mouth, and the mouth in the head, then the flat edge of Tabitha's sheathed blade smacked it right in the nose, cramping it neck into a bizarre position. This didn't seem to phase it too much, as most invertebrates don't care too much about neck injuries.
The sheath of Tabitha's blade clattered to the floor. The bare blade shook with Tabby's nervousness as she faced the living shadow. It lunged again. This time she tried turning the blade at an angle and swinging it slightly. The slug sliced like butter. It squirmed, headless, for a bit, spewing some type of blood, and then fell in a heap on the floor.
Shaking from the weight of what she just did, Tabby murmured a small "Eep!" when the creature vanished.
"This really is just like a game." The spot where the creature had died now occupied a large marble.
"You're kidding me." She picked the marble up. "Is this supposed to be gold or money or something?" Tabby slipped it into a pocket on her dress, then turned to the door again. It was still small.
" I was hoping it would evolve or something." More talking to herself followed, and then she tried poking the door with her sword. Then the stone around the door, until finally, she became frustrated and tried to hack at the stone. After the first signs of anger coursed through her mind, the patterns on the blade of the sword began to glow, and when the blade struck the smooth wall, a wave of searing energy split through the brick and carved a large, cavernous doorway. There was a long following of crumbling and crushed rocks clearing away, and before long, bright sunlight illuminated Tabitha's confused face.
"This is too weird." Tabitha frisked the sheath for a bit, until she found what she was looking for: a strap.
With the oddly powered sword slung over her back, Tabby worked her way over and around the fallen rubble to the outside world.
"In games like this, usually the heroine has to learn spells and beat the bad guy. And there's always a cute hero." Tabby smiled to herself. "This may get a lot better."
"What did he mean, 'everything is important'." Tabitha's hand beat a tattoo in the wisteria bark. Sighing, she turned to leave, but smacked her head on a low hanging branch.
"Ow." Tabby rubbed her head. "Why me? Stupid flowers." Even as she spoke, Tabitha was gathering some twigs of wisteria, building a bouquet. "Stupid, pretty, sweet-smelling flowers.I hate them."
Then she continued on the path, arms full with pretty blossoms. Eventually she came upon a large hole. The light seemed to diminish around it, so despite the cheery sunlight, it's entirety seethed absolute black.
Temporarily putting the bouquet down, Tabitha pulled the leather-bound copy of Alice in Wonderland from a pocket in her dress. Flipping through some pages, she found the page about falling.
She read a little bit, contemplating what to do. The hole was about the width of the path, and on the opposite side of it the woods closed in.
Tabitha smiled. "This is just a dream, so." She leaped in.
In the original Alice in Wonderland, the fall down the rabbit hole was lengthy and slow. In this twisted version, however, Tabitha eventually woke up with a sore back on a stone floor.
Looking up, there was only a circular spot of light to show where on earth she came from, and it was too small to even consider going back up. Looking about, she was in a circular, stone-built room, with a circular stone table in the center. There was a vase on the table, and when Tabitha looked closer, it had a pattern of swords encrypted around the neck.
The bouquet made a crunching noise when tabby inspected the vase, so she became suddenly aware of it. Putting two and two together, Tabitha carefully stuffed the un-flowered ends of the wisteria branches in to the vase. She continued to inspect the room, forgetting the flowers. Tabitha noticed a tiny blue door in the deep black stones. Leaning over to see it better, she was alerted to the table by a sudden flash of light.
The wisteria had begun to glow, and the vase's encryptions were shining a bright light. Tabitha came closer, and it became even brighter. Working up her courage, Tabitha reached out to the glistening wisteria and the light became blinding. Tabby shielded her eyes, and reached out. Her hand met metal. The light faded away.
The metal object formed from the odd transformation was a sword. Wisteria patterns swirled around the hilt and even on its sheath and blade. Unknowing of what to do, Tabitha took a while to figure out that the sword was probably important and she should take it.
Awkwardly holding it, Tabitha went back to the tiny door, and tried to open it, hoping to at least see what was behind it. When her finger touched the knob, a squiggle escaped the keyhole. Tabitha jumped back, grasping the sword. It was like a moving shadow, or an extremely hyperactive black slug. It ricocheted around on the floor for a bit, then settled to a steady squiggle, like a snake. Tabby crouched next to it, and, grasping the sword in one hand, poked it.
The little slug retaliated to this assault by rearing up, growing to about eight times it's usual size, and growing fangs. All in all, it still was about as tall as Tabitha's waist, if lower. It lunged. According to the location of its fangs, and assuming that fangs are always placed in the mouth, and the mouth in the head, then the flat edge of Tabitha's sheathed blade smacked it right in the nose, cramping it neck into a bizarre position. This didn't seem to phase it too much, as most invertebrates don't care too much about neck injuries.
The sheath of Tabitha's blade clattered to the floor. The bare blade shook with Tabby's nervousness as she faced the living shadow. It lunged again. This time she tried turning the blade at an angle and swinging it slightly. The slug sliced like butter. It squirmed, headless, for a bit, spewing some type of blood, and then fell in a heap on the floor.
Shaking from the weight of what she just did, Tabby murmured a small "Eep!" when the creature vanished.
"This really is just like a game." The spot where the creature had died now occupied a large marble.
"You're kidding me." She picked the marble up. "Is this supposed to be gold or money or something?" Tabby slipped it into a pocket on her dress, then turned to the door again. It was still small.
" I was hoping it would evolve or something." More talking to herself followed, and then she tried poking the door with her sword. Then the stone around the door, until finally, she became frustrated and tried to hack at the stone. After the first signs of anger coursed through her mind, the patterns on the blade of the sword began to glow, and when the blade struck the smooth wall, a wave of searing energy split through the brick and carved a large, cavernous doorway. There was a long following of crumbling and crushed rocks clearing away, and before long, bright sunlight illuminated Tabitha's confused face.
"This is too weird." Tabitha frisked the sheath for a bit, until she found what she was looking for: a strap.
With the oddly powered sword slung over her back, Tabby worked her way over and around the fallen rubble to the outside world.
"In games like this, usually the heroine has to learn spells and beat the bad guy. And there's always a cute hero." Tabby smiled to herself. "This may get a lot better."