Well, even though I asked, I'm continuing anyway! I have absolutely no idea how everyone else gets so many reviews, even though people do read my stories. A mystery I presume will remain unsolved. Well, onto Malice...

Yours truly,

*Elyon*

Chapter Two: Into Underland

The fall seemed like hours.

'Bad Luck!' Malice thought. 'Oh why couldn't I have been named Alice?'

Out of nowhere Malice fell onto an orange and white tile floor. Malice sat there a moment, collecting her thoughts. For some reason the blood was rushing to Malice's head. It turns out she was upside down. Malice fell headfirst onto another floor not unlike the other. When she stood, she rubbed her sore head and realized she was in a circular hall, doors everywhere. A small wooden table stood a few feet from Malice. On it sat what appeared to be a glass key and a piece of cake on a plate that read in red frosting: EAT ME. Instinctively, Malice tried to open each of the doors with the key, but with no success.

She looked around for any other exit, but instead of finding one, she noticed a curtain that certainly wasn't there before. Curious, she parted it, and saw a tiny door, and when she tried the key this time it worked. Malice sighed. If that was the only exit how was she to use it? Finding she was hungry, she bit into the cake that'd been on the table and began to think. It tasted fairly bland, a little sour. Malice began to feel strange. What was happening to the piece of cake? The door? The table? Her dress? She very soon came to the conclusion that somehow the cake was making her shrink! She didn't stop until she was a little less than a foot tall. She'd shrunk out of her dress, only the slip remaining. She headed for the door only to find it was locked once again and she'd left the key on the table!

"Brilliant," Malice muttered sarcastically, and slumped to the floor in defeat.

Why was this happening? It just had to be a dream, it just had to. Just then she noticed a bottle labeled: DRINK ME and Malice quickly did so. She found it had the opposite effect of the cake and was soon fifteen feet tall, her slip overly stretched. She grabbed the glass key and the remaining portion of the cake; she ate it and she was back to a foot high. She unlocked the door and crossed the threshold. On the other side was the most lush garden Malice had ever seen. Everything seemed to bloom a different shade of…purple! There were rockinghorse-flys and striped pigs roaming about.

"More curious and Most curious," Malice breathed, eyes wide with amazement.

Not too far ahead she happened upon some strange beings. Some rocks that appeared to have…faces, a set of unusually tall and bald twins, a shrew in soldiers clothing, and a passenger pigeon, but Malice did recognize the black and white cat wearing a waistcoat.

"I knew she was the Right-Malice," the cat said.

"No she ain't," the shrew disagreed. "I can tell."

"Take her to Maclnnes, he'll know if she's the Right-Malice or not," said the passenger pigeon.

That Scottish name had also been given to Malice's cousin, meaning "little warrior", and hearing it somehow made Malice think of her mother, and her eyes began to well, but she held down the coming tears. With that the group began walking in search of Maclnnes. (Yes somehow the rocks followed too.) Not much time later they stopped and waited for something to appear. A thick smoke hung in the air and a giant spider web was in front of them, hanging between two upright twigs. And to match the web, a huge red spider lounged within the web, smoking a cigar, multiple eyes glinting.

"Who are you?" It asked Malice, sending a thick layer of smoke at her which made Malice cough.

"Maclnnes?" Malice asked instead of answering.

"I mean who you are, stupid girl," Maclnnes said with a roll of all his eyes.

Malice was utterly offended, but let it go and answered his original question. "Malice."

"Unroll the Mulucaro," Maclnnes commanded.

"The what?" Malice inquired.

The black and white cat walked over to a mushroom where a small scroll sat; he unrolled it and everyone except Maclnnes gathered 'round.

"The Mulucaro," the cat said, answering Malice's question. "Has told us our every day since the beginning and every day until the end,"

In one of the many pictures on the scroll was showing the very moment; a few ahead was a girl who looked a lot like Malice, piercing the heart of a horrifying beast.

"Oi!" one of the Sweedles (the twins) cried. "That's you slaying the Slytherin!"

(And yes I do realize that's from Harry Potter, but I needed a super good name for the parallel of the Jabberwocky XP)

"That…" Malice paused. "That can't be…isn't me,"

"I know," Labhaoise ( the shrew) agreed.

Fun fact: The name Labhaoise originated in Ireland and means "Warrior maiden" which I thought was the perfect parallel name from Mallymkun. :)

"This is all a dream," Malice assured herself aloud. "I'll soon wake up and you'll all disappear."

Malice shut her eyes tight, waited a minute, and opened them again. The other beings all shrugged at each other, and Malice sighed.

"Well Maclnnes," the cat began. "Is she the Right-Malice?"

Maclnnes took another puff from his cigar.

"Not hardly," Maclnnes answered, staring at Malice coldly.

After this cigar smoke surrounded Maclnnes and within the mere blink of an eye he was gone.

"I knew it!" Labhaoise taunted.

"Little imposter!" one of the faced-rocks shouted at Malice. "Hmmmph, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, pretending to be Malice."

"Well I'm sorry I'm not the Right-Malice," Malice apologized.

All of the sudden there was the sound of rapid footsteps and the roar of a powerful beast.

"Radenclaw!" the Sweedles cried in unison.