Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland.
Author's notes: Sorry for the long wait. I NEED some more inspiration, though. I am going to use some of the stuff I learned in English for this story. Try and use some of a Epic Hero characteristics. For example, the italics in the third scene is an Epic Simile; which is a simile with much more fluff involved or something.
Last time:
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.
Now…without further ado, I bring you chapter thirteen!
Lost In The Storm Of Madness
Chapter 13
Meow!
Alice glanced down at the unusual sound. There positioned next to her feet was a cat with big, yellow eyes. She tilted her head slightly to the side, and blinked down at the cat. The cat looked distinctively different than any of the other cats she had ever seen. The fur was a unique purple color, and the teeth were perfectly white. She held down her skirt as she kneeled down to meet the cat.
She gently petted the cat behind his ears as she softly inquired "Are you lost, kitty?"
Almost as though the cat could understand Alice's words, he shook his head, and melodiously purred. No. Not anymore.
Alice beamed, warmly, at the cat, and gently scooped him up, and held him in her arms. She turned to face Tarrant, who was whistling while he cleaned the dirty, used tea pot and tea cups.
Having felt Alice's eyes boring holes into his hat-covered head, he glanced up. "Yes?" He noticed the cat in her arms, and stood slowly. "Chessur?" It was a soft whisper, addressed at the cat. Yep!
"Tarrant, this cat can not be Chessur!" she told him softly, "We left him in Underland, remember?" As the cat tried to wiggle out of her loose grip, she tightened her hold. Silly Alice, I am Chessur!
Tarrant, son of the Hightopp's, studied the cat, and then glanced up into Alice's gentle blue eyes. Sure of himself, he insisted, "Alice. I would know that Cheshire Cat if I ever saw him." He paused, and added "That cat must be Chessur!"
Listen to the mad man, he actually speaks some logic!
The cat glanced up at Tarrant, and nodded, almost as if he agreed with him.
Tarrant pointed at the purple cat. "See?" he said softly with a chuckle, "He agrees."
Alice shook her head, and laughed. "He is just a cat." The cat growled at the comment, and jumped out of her hands. Excuse me? She glanced down, surprised.
Tarrant chuckled, crazily. He glanced down at the cat, and tenderly petted the cat's head. "You are much more than a simple house cat, are you not?" The cat seemed to nod, and he arched his head into the hand that was petting him. If only you knew...
There was an elegant, pocket watch that dangled from a golden chain. Every so often, it would whisper "tick tock" as time slowly and agonizing ticked away.
Nivens tapped the screen of the golden chained, pocket watch. He sighed, and slowly hopped into the White Queen's royal bedroom. All the lights were turned off, except for the small lamp on the nightstand that gave off a dim glow around the queen's bed.
"Majesty?" he called into the dark room. His white furred, and glove covered paws searched for the light switch on the walls, and he finally found one after a few passing moments. The lights flickered on in the room, and drowned every corner in brightness.
The queen sat perched on top of her bed, a book splayed-out open on her lap. "The lights, Nivens." she told him, as one of her hands covered her eyes from the threatening light.
"Oh" he mumbled, and softly dimmed the lights. The gentle woman removed her hand from her eyes, and smiled at the rabbit. "Majesty?" .
She closed the book, and set it down on the wooden nightstand. "Nivens, how many times have I asked you to call me Mirana?" she reminded him softly, and stood up. "Now, did you need something, or have you just come to interrupt my reading?" She asked the last part of the sentence jokingly as she glanced down at the white rabbit. With all seriousness, she asked him, "What is it that you need?"
He nodded, and showed Mirana the golden chained pocket watch he had been tinkering with for hours. "Time" he answered.
One of her black eyebrows rose in question. "What about the time?" she asked the white rabbit, confused.
"Why is it moving so slowly? Is it broken?" he asked her, concerned.
"Oh. No, no. It is not broken." she murmured in a soft whisper. "I merely casted a little spell on Underland time to give Chessur some time up there to convince Tarrant to come down."
Nivens slowly nodded in understanding. He opened his mouth, and hesitantly he said, "I know... this is not any of... my business," he paused as he took in a big gulp of air, "but do you really think that Tarrant would willingly leave Alice to come back here?"
"No." she shook her head, "He would never leave her willingly." Mirana replied softly.
The White rabbit's face fell visibly as the White queen spoke those words, "Then how do you know he will even come? What if he ignores Chessur all together? If he does not come, what would happen to all of Underland?" He asked the queen, and softly whispered the last of his questions "What would become of us all?"
The queen raised her hand, a silent command, and smiled down at her loyal subject. "Although you raised good concerns, you did not let me finish, Nivens" she whispered softly.
"Sorry" The White rabbit whispered and bowed. With her finger under his chin, she brought his face to look upon hers. He blinked at the action and waited for the kindhearted woman to continue.
"He would not leave her willingly, nor would he let his home country drown when he has the power to do something about it." She assured the worrisome rabbit, and added warmly "He would find a way to bring her with him."
Somewhere inside a room,there was a large, brown, wooden telephone attached to the rose colored wall, and it loudly and with rhythm chimed like the musical school bells down in the little Sunday schools. It chimed: Once, twice, and a third time.
"Hello?" Helen Kingsley pleasantly greeted into the telephone. With one hand she held the wooden telephone to her ear, while she twisted and untwisted the long, white cord in her free hand. She smiled tenderly as the person on the other side begun to speak.
"How is she?" It was Lord Ascot. The very same night of her daughter's return, Helen had left an enthusiastic message on his telephone's voicemail.
"She has been pleasantly wonderful." Helen replied softly. "As a matter of fact, she even brought a boy home with her."
Lord Ascot chuckled. "A boy?" he replied, and Helen could practically see the smile in his voice. "I never thought I would be around to witness the day that happened."
Helen laughed as well, and nodded despite the fact that her nod could not be accounted for. "Yeah. I know." She agreed proudly, "She has been in such high spirits these past several days with him around" she added, lovingly.
"That is very good to hear, Helen. I am happy for your daughter." The man whispered. He added, compassionately "That girl has been through so much these past fews years I have been with her; if anyone in this crummy world deserves to have some happiness, it would be her."
Helen could only nod in agreement as she whispered softly, "I know...I know"
The cat went meow, and the mad man went away.
With a warm smile playing at his lips, Tarrant affectionately asked the purple cat. "Are you Chessur?"
The cat's big, yellow eyes blinked, and he slowly nodded his head. Yes. I am.
At the cat's response, Tarrant's eyes lit up, and he smiled. He stood up slowly, and faced Alice, who stood there watching the scene before her in amazement.
"Alice" he whispered, and pointed to the cat. "This is Chessur." Alice smiled, and Tarrant looked down at the cat, and said as he pointed with his thumb towards Alice, "Chessur, this is Alice."
The cat looked up at the girl, and smiled. We have met before, you know?
The cat had no idea if Tarrant really recognized him, or if he was just calling him by his name because he thought the cat looked like the Cheshire Cat; which Chessur, ironically thought to himself that of course he looked like the Cheshire Cat- he was him, after all. Now more than ever, the cat wished he could communicate with words that the girl and mad man would understand.
How does Nivens do it? He wondered. Suddenly the cat's eyes lit up bright as an idea came to him; he ran, intending them to follow.
"Where is that cat going?" Alice exclaimed in question as Chessur took flight, and Tarrant shrugged in response. Chessur stopped his flee, and glanced back at them. Come on. He softly pleaded with his eyes. Follow me.
"I think" Tarrant slowly whispered, somehow being able to understand Chessur's plea. "He wants us to follow." Perhaps the mad man was just good at reading animals as he was at talking nonsense, or maybe he understood because like the Cheshire cat, he too was from another world.
Alice had slowly nodded as she finally understood what was possibly going on.
The cat fled, and this time, both Alice and Tarrant ran after, and followed him into the deep, green, and leafy woods.
Author's notes:
Well what did everyone think? What was your favorite part(s) of the chapter? Any parts you wished could have been different or better? Please let me know what you think, and what you want to happen in the future with the story. Remember it is your reviews that keep me writing, and gives me motive to write.