Wow it'd been a long while since I updated this one. Thankyou for being patient and reviewing my story. Hope you enjoy this chapter of Maeve in Wonderland.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland or anything related to it.
Maeve opened her eyes as she felt something fall on her face. She saw blackness and she smelled a scent that was a mix of chocolate, a bit of lemon, and a masculine scent unique to the Hatter.
She reached up and pulled the Hatter's hat off of her face. Looking around she wondered where she was, then when she looked at the top hat she was holding, the memories came flooding back.
She was in Wonderland. The Wonderlandians that were against the Red Queens had brought her here, so that she could fight against them, and their forces.
They had said she was a "Child of Alice." But that didn't make sense. Her mother's name wasn't Alice, it was Elizabeth. She'd been named after Queen Elizabeth the First.
Maeve suddenly became worried and hugged the top hat she was holding. Did they get the wrong person? Was she not the person they were looking for? If she told them she wasn't a "Child of Alice", would they think she was a spy of the Queens? Would they cut her head off with the guillotine as they almost did for Hatter?
Maeve, scared and frazzled, and knowing she wouldn't get to sleep she decided to go for a walk. Maybe she could ask someone how they knew she was the "Child of Alice."
Moving slowly, as not to wake The Hatter, she got out of the hammock and placed his hat on top of the basket still on the table. Then making no noise, she tiptoed to the door, opened it and walked out, silently closing it.
Suddenly she could smell something delicious that made her mouth water and stomach grumble, making Maeve realize just how hungry she was. Sniffing the air she made her way down the hallway that she had come from with the Hatter and Corkscrew, and came to the meeting room to see nobody in there except for a disheveled brown creature sleeping with his face in a plate that seemed to have had some type of jelly or jam on it, since a sticky purple substance was leaking from underneath his head.
Behind the brown creature was an open door that steam poured out of, floating to the top of the room and somehow forming a cloud. Maeve walked over to the doorway and peeked inside, hearing the clattering of pots and pans. She could see a large Dodo bird, running around a large kitchen with 10 old-looking cast-iron wood burning stoves, stirring pots that took up each place on said stoves.
But Maeve just stared as the Dodo quickly waddled around.
Aren't Dodo's supposed to be extinct? Maeve thought as she walked into the room
She walked behind the dodo and as she was about to tap the birds shoulder, it turned around. Surprised at the sudden appearance of the girl, she fell the stool she was on and landed on the ground with a large thud and loud SQWAUK!
"Oh me, oh my! Oh me, oh my!" sqwaked the supposed to be extinct Dodo bird
Maeve tried to help the bird up but it was flailing around so much she could only block the bird from hitting her. Finally she grabbed the birds small wings and pulled the bird off of the ground.
"Oh Thankyou! Oh Thankyou!" squawked the Dodo happily
"You're welcome." said Maeve rubbing her arms
"What do you want? What do you want?"
"May I have something to eat?" asked Maeve still rubbing her arms
"Oh, sure! Oh,sure!"
The Dodo got a wooden spoon, hopped onto the stool she fell off of, ladled some stew into the bowl and handed it over to Maeve, who's stomach growled loudly once again.
Then the Dodo opened a nearby drawer and produced a wooden spoon, handing it over to Maeve.
"Thank you!" said Maeve happily
Maeve stirred the stew and lifted a spoonful of the strangely colored stew. But as she was about to put the spoon in her mouth, the Dodo smacked her hand, making the spoon fall back into the bowl with a splash, getting the broth to stain Maeve's dress.
"What the heck?" cried Maeve
The Dodo quickly took the bowl from her and started rushing around the kitchen, sqwauking loudly as she grabbed various things to put on a tray she also grabbed.
After she was done she held out the tray to Maeve. Maeve, thinking it was for her, reached out and took it, eyeing the extra tidbits.
"Tha-"
"Bring to Corkscrew. Bring to Corkscrew." said the Dodo
"C-Corkscrew?"
" ." she said turning Maeve around and pushing her out of the kitchen.
Maeve just looked at the tray with disdain and turned her head to look at the Dodo's back with the same disdain.
"Corkscrew's upstairs?" she asked in an annoyed tone
" ."
Maeve turned her head and gritted her teeth. Walking down the hallway she counted down from ten to try and get rid of the evil thoughts roaming through her brain at the moment.
Using her shoulders she pushed up the trap door making sure not to drop the tray. Then walking through the grey papery ash of the decrepid library, she looked out for signs of Cork.
"Looking for me?" purred a voice above her.
She looked up and saw Cork sitting on a tall bookshelf that was still standing, his body parallel to the floor.
"Yes I am. I've brought food for you." said Maeve
Corkscrew suddenly dissappered and then reappeared next to Maeve, startling her.
"Aww, cool!"
"Hm? It's not cold."
Maeve smiled "No. 'Cool' is a different way of saying something is awesome or interesting."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Well I know you're interesting."
Maeve placed the tray on the ground, and looked at Cork.
"What?" she said cocking her head to the side
"You're interesting."
"How?"
"Well," He opened on of the large covered bowls to show the steamy white substance of warm milk. " . . . it's what Hatter called you."
"Called me?"
Cork lapped up the warm milk.
"Mmh, yes."
"What does he call me?"
"You should be able to answer that. He's called you it a few times so far."
As Maeve thought, Corkscrew took a tea biscuit and dipped it into his warm milk.
"Princess?"
Corkscrew bit into the biscuit and his smile somehow got wider.
"Why, yes."
"How does Hatter calling me 'Princess' make me interesting?"
Corkscrew chuckled.
"Of course you would not know, not being from around here and all, so I will tell you how it makes you interesting."
When a someone from Wonderland is indebted to another, the one in dept must stay with them, until the dept is paid. They also must do whatever they are told to do, and call their savior, Master or Mistress."
When the one indebted gets their life saved, not only once, but twice, they belong to the savior. The savior controls everything they do and they can never leave unless the savior says they can, or the savior dies. And the one in dept must call the savior Prince . . . or Princess."
But what I find interesting is that he called you Princess before you saved him from the guillotine. What did you do before that?"
"I . . . gave him tea."
"You gave him tea." he said matter of factly "What kind?"
"My own brew."
"Your own brew of tea?" he said eyes growing wide
"Yes. I made it a little while ago, as an experiment. Tell you the truth, I nervous about other people trying it, so I usually make it for myself."
"So Hatter is the only other person to try your tea?"
"Yes and I'm curious to know how he like it."
"Why don't you ask him?"
"I will, but . . . why is he calling me princess when I only gave him tea?"
"Hmm, Hatter has many strange thought and ideals. But to get him to call you princess after one meeting . . . well let me just say, that simple thing of giving him a cup of tea, can't be all that you did."
"But that is all I did!" Maeve cried
Then as Cork was going to say something, Maeve's stomach erupted into loud squelching sounds. Maeve remembered how hungry she was.
"Hungry? Well you better walk back to the kitchen and get something from Fettle"
"Fettle is the Dodo?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, I will. See you later Cork."
Maeve walked away and a pair of yellow eyes stared intently at her, keeping her in sight until she closed the hatch.
"You might think that all you did was give someone a bit of tea, but you did much more than that. You saw a shadow and didn't walk over it. You saw a broken puppet and put it back together. You found a soul lost in the dark, and gave it light to find it's way.
Yes you did much more than give him tea. Much, much more."
Hope you enjoyed this part of the story, I know not much happened but in the next part Maeve will go to see the Caterpillar (or will she :P). So there'll be a bit more action going on. Leave a review if you loved it or hated it. Until next time!
