Mad as a Hatter

The Annoying Star

It did seemed odd for Edgar to be out on a particularly warm day like this.

The big yellow star stood out, unafraid to show itself. As if it wanted to make up for the big storm yesterday. The star is NEVER afraid and would boast loudly to anyone who dared to look at it. Even the clouds could not seem to compete with it.

The star boasted and laughed louder, Edgar was forced to shade his eyes.

For some reason, Edgar decided to walk to along the shores of the Sweet Water Ocean. (And that reason was the Mad Hatter) Edgar would never dream of walking so far. But it was definitely farthest from Hatter's house.

"Well they don't call him Mad Hatter for nothing do they." He sighed dejectedly. Edgar was tired of living with this commoner. "Of all peasants it had to be the most idiotic." The Marsh Hare, the Door Mouse and the Hatter.

He woke and slept to their awful singing. And the putrid scent of cake hung to his clothes all day. (Edgar despises cake) He was so sure he could still hear their toneless singing around him.

"Why again did I choose this commoner?" He asked himself once more.

Edgar had to put as much distance between himself and those people.

"I must find away to get back to my original body soon. I don't know how much long I can stand their tea parties." His face bore the unmistakable sign of annoyance.

Edgar has obviously thought of the Witch's tower. The Witch is the only one who has a copy of the book with just the potion he needed. That potion is said to be extremely difficult, but lucky for Edgar he is the greatest sorcerer in Underland. But (quite unlucky for Edgar) his magic shrunk with his body.

And he has obviously tried to get to the Witch, but she has left her garden untended. And everyone knows a witch's untended garden is very dangerous. Very dangerous indeed.

Well of course there is the usual Dragon Fruit that breathes fire everywhere, Fly Pots that snap and bare their teeth at you when you come too close, and the always terrifying, Barbs.

Barbs are beautiful flowers that are as colorful as the sky. But don't be fooled by their charm and kindness. Barbs will talk to you, they seem harmless, sweet even. But as soon as you let your guard down, their poison thorns prick you and you have 0 to -6679 chance of breaking out. Nobody knows how you die: nobody's ever lived to tell the tale.

And you ask why a Witch would have these plants? To make their potions of course! But these aren't even half of the plants witches and warlocks have. Deadly and beautiful.

Edgar felt a chill trill down his spine at the thought of the Barbs. It's out of the question to even try getting to the Witch. But she's has the only copy left of that particular book. Well, she and the Marsh Hare. But the Marsh Hare was stupid enough to burn a hundred centuries worth of spells and potions. All for fire to heat their tea. Edgar felt his vein throb at the memory.

He was just about ready to scream right there. For an all powerful being to be stuck in a 7 year old body is just unheard of! He stomped angrily. The world seemed to sharpen.

The gigantic star just seemed to laugh louder. The strange things (animals if you'd like to call them) chattered and squawked which made Edgar's ear bleed (metaphorically speaking). The waves seemed to tease Edgar as if telling him 'Ahahaha! You can't catch us!' The wind kept pushing him and pushing him harder. A bunch of birds were forming a crowd in the middle of the beach. They seemed to be arguing over something.

Annoying birds those Dodo's are. Edgar thought to himself. Bird who dress with gowns and coats. They have absolutely no sense of fashion. Edgar remembered a friend of his say this before. And truthfully, he couldn't agree more. The most annoying bird in the whole of Underland!

The vein continued to throb. Edgar tried cooling his head. But the Star's mocking laughter wasn't helping at all. His senses sharpened all the more (the way they did when he was incredibly pissed). He couldn't take it.

"SHUT UP!" And the world exploded.

The waves gasped and swept back into the Sweet Water Ocean as if they've never been more insulted in their life. The star shuddered weakly before disappearing in the horizon. The wind howled, they've never been angrier at Edgar. The dodo Dodos squawked louder and squealed as they tried taking off, only to drop back down again. It looked as if the ground they landed on was burning.

The dodo's would have looked very funny, but Edgar's expression seemed to say that he did not find it amusing.

The noise still rang in Edgar's ears and was left with a decent amount of bird feathers and a yellow and whiteish liquid Edgar believed to be bird poo, all over his best coat. "Ack!" he said in annoyance. "How am I going to get this cleaned!" He stamped his foot in the sand but only managed to get sand in his best boots.

He had to be particular about the coats and clothes he wore. Even though he is well over the prime of his youth (Edgar would have to be around 668 years old by now), he still believes it's 'cool' to wear coats. Especially since stiff coats have gotten old around 6 B.C.L (Before Cold Land) and it was probably 10 A.D.J (After Death of Jaberwocky).

Of course you never can tell. With your body shrunk and you've really been half the man you used to be. (Though in Edgar's case he's not even half.)

"Now what could have been so important for them to make such a racket!" He stood over a small lump of stone. "What? Rocks?" He grabbed a stick from nearby and poked the rock. "It looks vaguely like Trophisch." Edgar stepped back like he'd just come across a deadly weapon. And he might as well have. Trophisch was a rock that caused deadly disease that could kill you instantly.

Edgar was just about ready to turn around. He didn't know what made him do it, but he took a deep breath and poked it again. The rock moved. He made a sound that sounded very much like a little girl.

"What is it?" The thing moved again. And in the slight darkness, he made out a shape of a girl with long hair. The girl moved again and Edgar squealed again.

The girl groaned and got up. Her eyes looked like it glowed for a split second. Round blue eyes that stared up at Edgar, as if looking at something odd and peculiar. Eyes that seemed to search his soul. Edgar squealed quietly and fell to the ground.

He wasn't very brave for a 668 year old, all powerful being.

Author's Note

So! New character! Sorry if I can't (or don't) update regularly. Ideas don't seem to flow right away :(( But anyway! I hope you enjoyed Edgar! I sure did! Hope you keep reading!

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