Chapter 44 - Megara and Alice

This contains lesbian erotic content and hints of incest. So if that disturbs you, don't continue reading. Also bear in mind that this is all fiction and not to be taken seriously.

In the heart of the underworld, where flames danced and flickered, Hades prowled his grand, obsidian throne room. The place had a twisted fusion of grandeur and decay; the walls were adorned with macabre carvings depicting torment and despair, while the air hung heavy with the pungent scent of sulfur and brimstone. Shadows cast eerie glows across the cold, obsidian floors.

Hades' intense, dark eyes glowed with a malevolence that could make even the bravest tremble. His fiery hair mirrored the seething rage inside him as his patience wore thin.

Megara entered the room, holding a fragment of mirror delicately in her hands. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face with a touch of defiant elegance. Her eyes met Hades' gaze without flinching.

The ruler of the underworld's demeanor shifted as he approached Megara with an eager grin, his voice thick with anticipation.

"Megara, my delightful subordinate, I never had a doubt about you," he said, his tone laced with a mix of triumph and mischief.

Megara's lips curled into a smirk as she held the mirror piece aloft. "Will you now tell me what you plan to do with this supposed key to doom? I'm sure Mickey Mouse is shaking in his oversized boots." Megara's voice dripped with her usual snark.

Hades leaned back in his throne, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he regarded Megara. "Oh, Meg, my fiery siren, once I uncover the secrets of this mirror, those happy campers won't know what hit 'em."

Megara's eyes narrowed, her skepticism unwavering. "What if this all-powerful mirror of yours is just a smoke and... well... mirrors?"

Hades snatched the piece of glass from Megara's hands. "We'll see, won't we?"

From behind a dark red curtain, Hades revealed the large magical mirror Megara had retrieved from Maleficent's forbidden mountain earlier. It was still missing a small piece in its corner, the same size and shape as the small mirror now in Hades' hands.

As he placed the mirror piece in its designated frame, the air in the room began to crackle with otherworldly energy, and a faint, ethereal glow enveloped the mirror. The colors shifted and swirled in mesmerizing patterns, defying the laws of nature.

Megara was awestruck. She had never seen anything like it. Hades cast her a complacent look out of the corner of his eye. Then, facing the glowing mirror, he spoke in a cold, menacing voice.

"Slave in the magic mirror, come from the farthest space, through wind and darkness I summon thee. Speak. Let me see thy face."

Suddenly, the mirror's surface began to change. A lavender and green theatrical mask with hollowed eye sockets and mouth appeared floating in the middle of the frame, surrounded by purple smoke.

"What wouldst thou know, my King?" the magic mirror replied.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me who can bring doom to all?" Hades demanded, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Beyond the borders of the land, ruling the mad and deranged, Queen Alice of Wonderland, the one with power to bring Disneyland to its dark fate," the mirror intoned.

The surface of the mirror rippled and transformed, revealing a vision of unsettling beauty. Alice emerged, her silhouette bathed in an eerie, ethereal light. Her once innocent demeanor had morphed into something darker and more sinister. Her skin glowed with an otherworldly luminescence, casting a ghostly pallor upon her features. Her eyes, once filled with curiosity, now held a glint of madness.

Her hair, once golden and flowing, now twisted and tangled in a wild, unkempt manner. Vibrant purple, electric blue, and fiery red streaks intertwined with the golden strands, giving off an air of untamed chaos. Her attire was equally unsettling, a regal dress that clung to her curves and bore strange symbols and twisted motifs.

Megara stared at the vision in the mirror, her eyes widening in bewilderment. "Who the hell is that?"

Hades chuckled darkly. "If I had to take a wild guess, I'd say it's Queen Alice of Wonderland."

Megara stepped closer to the mirror, drawn in by the strange sight. "Look at the flowers. I've never seen a color like that before."

Megara spoke as though under a trance. She then turned and examined Hades' indifferent expression. "This doesn't look like anything I've seen at Disneyland either."

"Perhaps your hearing needs a tune-up, beautiful. The horrifying mask clearly stated 'Wonderland,' not 'Disneyland.'"

"Are there multiple parallel realities, then? Like some sort of multiverse?"

"Truthfully, my dear Meg, I don't possess that knowledge," Hades remarked, gently propelling her forward towards the mirror. "Apparently, it's for you to figure out."

"What do you mean?" she inquired.

"That, my darling, is no ordinary mirror. It's a portal. And now that I've collected all its pieces, it should transport you directly to that Alice character."

Megara looked astonished at the mirror and then at Hades, her gaze returning to the mirror time and again.

"Am I really supposed to simply walk through it?" she wondered aloud.

"Or you can skip through it, if that's what you prefer."

Megara narrowed her eyes, her comebacks normally outshining his. "And then what? What am I supposed to do with Alice?"

"The mirror says," Hades spoke deliberately, as though addressing a simpleton, "that this Alice girl has the power to trigger the apocalypse in Disneyland, which is beneficial to me in many ways. So, it's up to you to uncover what her deal is and bring her to me."

"And how, pray tell, am I meant to accomplish this?"

Hades replied calmly. "I fear I must resort to repetition, but..." His visage turned incandescent red, his hair flames bursting in all directions. "FIGURE. IT. OUT!"

Megara remained composed. She was familiar with his frequent outbursts and knew that he would eventually calm down. "Alright, I've got the message."

Hades' hair shifted back to blue, and his face regained its pale color. "Wonderful. Don't let me down."

Megara took a deep breath and stepped towards the mirror, feeling the sensation of passing through a liquid substance. When she opened her eyes on the other side, she was stunned by the surreal surroundings. It was a mixture of a field and a forest, filled with flora that looked like they belonged in a surrealist's canvas. The flowers were strange, with petals resembling miniature umbrellas, spiral staircases, and pulsating geometric patterns. Their colors ranged from iridescent blues to neon oranges, casting an otherworldly glow on the landscape.

The trees twisted and contorted like serpents frozen in dance, their foliage composed of shimmering silver coins that caught the light with a captivating gleam. The branches stretched out like elongated limbs, forming intricate lattices that gave an illusion of a living, breathing maze.

The air was fragrant with a blend of sweet vanilla and hints of lavender, mingling with an underlying scent of freshly baked bread. Nearby, a stream flowed with a syrupy concoction that changed colors as it meandered along its course, looking like a river of liquid rainbows.

Exotic creatures scurried about, like a surreal menagerie. A rabbit with elongated limbs and ears swaying like willow branches hopped past, wearing a waistcoat adorned with pocket watches of varying sizes. A flock of birds with kaleidoscopic feathers in mid-flight swooped overhead, their melodious chirps carrying an otherworldly melody.

In the distance, Megara spotted a gathering of sentient objects engaged in animated conversations. Teacups with animated faces exchanged gossip with saucers that sprouted tiny legs and walked about, while teapots emitted musical notes that created a harmonious symphony in the air.

Alice and the mirror were nowhere to be seen, but Megara was too entranced by her surroundings to care. She followed the sound of a melodious tune, her curiosity leading her towards the entrance of a grand maze. The sun cast dappled shadows through the intricate lattice of the towering hedges, forming a mesmerizing pattern on the ground. She marveled at the towering walls of greenery that seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions.

As she navigated the maze, Megara could hear the distant echoes of the lively chorus growing louder and clearer with each passing moment:

"Painting the roses red.

We're painting the roses red.

We dare not stop,

Or waste a drop,

So let the paint be spread!"

Suddenly, the maze opened up into a small clearing, revealing a bizarre scene - three human-sized playing cards, complete with faces, hands, feet, and voices, were busily slathering red paint onto white roses. They twirled and danced around the bush, wildly splashing paint as they sang in harmony.

Megara approached, her presence unnoticed by the frenzied painters. "Excuse me," she murmured softly.

The cards gasped, but didn't seem surprised or disturbed by her sudden appearance.

"Why are you painting the roses red?" Megara asked, curiosity piqued.

The two of clubs stammered, "Oh, dear, oh, dear! We're dreadfully behind schedule!"

The five of clubs chimed in nervously, "Yes, terribly behind, I'm afraid!"

Megara observed the chaos unfolding around the rose bush, the cards oblivious to her presence. The air smelled like acrid paint and the ground was awash in blood-colored droplets.

"Schedule? What schedule?" she asked, her voice thick with confusion.

The two of clubs paused to address her. "You see, dear maiden, it's Queen Alice's decree that all roses must be red. But we planted white ones by mistake!"

As if on cue, they burst into song again:

"The Queen she likes 'em red,

If she saw white instead,

She'd raise a fuss,

And each of us,

Would quickly lose his head!"

"Your head?" Megara repeated, her brow furrowing.

"Exactly!" the five of clubs exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear. "We must paint them all red before she arrives!"

The cards exchanged panicked glances, their hands shaking as they continued to splash paint onto the roses.

"Where is this Queen Alice? I'd like to meet her," Megara said.

The cards went silent, their faces turning pale. Megara felt a sense of unease creep up her spine as she noticed a shadow on the ground in front of her.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" a high-pitched and giddy voice pierced the quiet night air.

Megara turned to see Queen Alice herself, an innocent-looking blonde girl with big blue eyes, but with a madness in her gaze that made Megara shudder. She bowed her head respectfully, though her heart raced with fear.

"Your Majesty," she muttered, her eyes fixed on the armed legion of playing cards standing behind the Queen. Behind Alice, the red paint began to drip off the white roses, revealing their true color.

She calmly asked, "Who's been painting my roses red?"

All the cards threw their paint brushes at Megara and pointed at her as they shouted in unison, "IT WAS HER!"

Megara glanced over her shoulder at the cowardly cards, her head turning slightly red. "You backstabbing fuckwits," she muttered under her breath.

Queen Alice giggled. "Oh, you naughty, naughty girl!" she exclaimed and stared at Megara without blinking. Megara was unsure if Alice ever blinked.

Megara's heart started to pound. "Y-Your Majesty?"

Suddenly, Alice lunged forward and pressed her soft, pink lips against Megara's. The sudden kiss took Megara by surprise, and she let out a muffled gasp as she felt Alice's tongue probing against her teeth. Alice's hands began to roam wildly, gripping Megara's ponytail and pulling their faces even closer together.

As the kiss deepened, Megara felt her body respond despite her better judgment. She moaned softly into the kiss, her hands instinctively reaching out to grasp Alice's slender waist.

Breaking the kiss abruptly, Queen Alice stepped back, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" she asked unexpectedly.

Megara's head was spinning. "What?" she just replied, not sure if she should be terrified, relieved... or horny.

"We must take care of your punishment for tampering with my flowers," Alice continued as if she never asked the nonsensical riddle.

Before Meg could react, Alice reached down and grabbed a handful of the painted red petals, crushing them between her fingers. With a mischievous grin, she bent forward and rubbed the sticky pollen onto Meg's neck, just below her ear. "Now, you're marked as mine."

Meg felt a combination of arousal and frustration. "Your Majesty, I—"

"Shhh," Queen Alice placed a finger on Meg's lips, silencing her. Then she turned to her pack of card guards. "Off with her clothes! Off with her clothes!"

Megara was soon horrorstruck as close to a dozen of Alice's guards approached her to rip off her dress while Alice laughed maniacally.

"Now wait a second!" Megara pleaded, holding her hands in front of her to fight back, but they quickly overpowered her.

Their hands, rough and forceful, seized Megara's delicate clothing, tearing at the fabric with a frenzied brutality. Buttons popped and seams ripped, the sound of rending fabric echoing through the maze. The guards' movements were swift and merciless, their strength overpowering as they ruthlessly stripped away layer after layer.

Megara's body was exposed, vulnerable to their assault. Each guard took hold of a limb, their grip unyielding, preventing any resistance.

While they held Megara's now naked figure, enabling her to move, Alice approached her slowly.

"I'm investigating things that begin with the letter M," she said calmly. "Mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness— you know you say things are much of a muchness?"

Megara felt dreadfully puzzled. Alice's remarks seemed to have no sort of meaning in them, and yet it was certainly English. "I don't think—"

"Then you shouldn't talk," Alice quickly retorted. She then addressed the playing cards that held Megara captive. "Bring my pet to the castle."

"What castle? I haven't seen any-" But before Megara could finish her sentence, she caught sight of an enormous palace behind Alice and her guards. Had it always been there? How could she not have noticed it until now?

Without further ado, the playing card guards dragged Megara towards the castle gates while Alice walked in front of them.

"You're gonna love this," Alice chuckled as she reached out to the circular handle of the castle doors and pulled them aside.

Megara was not prepared for what lay beyond the gates.

Behind the gates stood a vast chamber, and everywhere she looked, a scene of debauchery unlike any other unfolded before her eyes. Over a hundred people, animals, and animated beings or objects engaged in every type of sexual practice imaginable. Bondage, blindfolds, zentai, gags, electrocution devices, food play, wax play, impact play, and so much more. It was a carnal free-for-all, a living, breathing, pulsating manifestation of every sexual fantasy one could ever have.

In the center of the room, a creature with tentacles for arms and eyes that glowed with a malevolent light caressed the skin of a being whose form shifted between that of a serpent and a humanoid.

Next to Megara, a group of naked beings walked around in circles clad in intricate masks that seemed to whisper dark secrets to their wearers, their bodies moving in synchrony, a macabre dance of submission and dominance.

All around Megara, limbs entwined in grotesque embraces. Moans of pleasure and pain filled the air, the scent of sweat and cum heavy in the atmosphere.

Megara was so captivated by her surroundings that she didn't even notice the guards had released their grip, and she was able to move freely. The gates closed with a bang behind Alice and Megara.

"Come with me, my pet." Alice took Megara's arm and led her into the erotic chaos.

"What the hell is this place?" Megara exclaimed as she took in the insane orgies around her and the bodily fluids flying through the air.

"A world of my own," Alice boasted proudly.

They passed by a fat white bird with a pink face wearing a purple coat and a blue scarf, trying to stuff its massive cock into a floating detached vagina.

"By Jove! Good morning, Your Majesty!" the bird exclaimed in a sailor's accent as he noticed the two girls walking by.

"Good evening, Dodo," Alice replied in a friendly tone. "That pussy is much too tight for you, my friend. It's simply impassable."

"You mean impossible," Megara corrected.

Alice turned to her. "No, impassable. Nothing's impossible!" Alice turned back to the well-equipped dodo bird. "Why don't you try the bottle on the table?"

"Table?" Megara questioned, not noticing one at first, but as if it had appeared after Alice mentioned it, a three-legged nightstand was placed in front of Dodo. On top of it sat a small flask filled with some purple liquid.

Dodo grabbed the bottle and poured its contents onto his massive cock, which quickly shrank significantly. He moaned with pleasure as he could now insert himself into the floating pussy with ease.

"Happy fucking!" Alice exclaimed as Dodo loudly went to town on the bodyless abdomen.

Megara ran her hands through her hair as she watched the sexual chaos unfold around her. "This is insanity!"

She flinched as she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Look at this pretty thing," a feminine voice said, and as Megara turned her head, she saw a beautiful woman who resembled Alice a little but was a bit older. Like everyone else in the room, she was completely nude. There was an ethereal glow about her.

Another hand began caressing Megara's other shoulder. "I know. Look at her nice tits."

Megara turned her head again and saw another girl, identical to the first. Then a third one walked in front of her, also the spitting image of the first two.

"Seems Alice has found a new toy," the third one said and examined Megara's face.

"That's right, Margaret," Alice interjected. "She's MY toy, so get back to the others."

Megara's mouth hung open in astonishment as the three angel-like girls walked away from her and towards a giant marshmallow-shaped solid cloud filled with about 30 versions of the same girl, all naked and engaged in various sexual acts with each other—licking, kissing, scissoring, masturbating, or fucking each other with giant strap-ons made from all sorts of objects.

"My sister," Alice explained.

"All of them?" Megara asked in disbelief.

"One wasn't enough," Alice said simply and walked on. "I need to remember to fuck them later though. It is her un-birthday after all. She deserves a big present."

"Her what?" Megara asked confused, unsure she heard her right.

"Her un-birthday," Alice just repeated.

"I don't understand."

Alice stopped in her tracks and looked intently at Megara.

"It's very simple," she said and started counting her fingers. "Now, thirty days have September... no wait... an un-birthday is, if you have a birthday then you..."

Alice suddenly stopped her nonsensical rambling and started laughing hysterically. To Megara's horror, everyone else in the sex-chamber stopped what they were doing and started laughing with Alice, evidently at Megara who found it very eerie.

"She doesn't know what an un-birthday is!" Alice said through laughing tears. "How silly!"

Alice cleared her throat, and everyone once again went back to whatever nasty business they were up to.

"I shall elucidate!" Alice said, suddenly very serious. "Now statistics prove that you've one birthday. Imagine, just one birthday every year. But there are 364 un-birthdays!"

"Well," Megara said hesitantly. 'That means today's my un-birthday as well."

Alice's face lit up as if she had just heard the most incredible thing. "Really? Wow, what a small world we live in!" She grabbed Megara by the arm, excitement evident in her voice. "We need a cake!"

A man in a tweed jacket and a massive top hat hurried over to Megara. "A very merry un-birthday to you!" he exclaimed, out of breath. He held up a tall pink layer cake with a large candle on top. It was a masterpiece of confectionery, alternating layers of chocolate and cream that seemed to go on forever.

"Now blow the candle out, my pet, and make your wish come true!" Alice urged, her enthusiasm contagious.

Megara hesitated for a moment before blowing out the candle, causing Alice to cheer. The man quickly took the cake down from his head and replaced his hat. "Now run along over to the caterpillar and let him blow those smoke-dildos he makes into your ass," Alice instructed.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the man replied obediently and scurried over to a large mushroom where a caterpillar was sending out smoke signals from his hookah.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, the cake." Alice spoke as she removed her regal dress without even touching it, revealing her petite naked body. Her skin was fair and smooth, a delicate contrast to Meg's darker tones.

As Alice approached Megara, she couldn't help but admire the queen's confident stride. Without a care in the world, she stepped closer to Meg, her eyes sparkling with devious delight. She looked into Megara's astonished eyes and smiled while sliding her fingers through the thick, creamy frosting of the cake in her hand.

Before Megara could respond, Alice was rubbing the cake frosting over her own breasts. "Like what you see?" she asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Megara couldn't help but stare as Alice's breasts, small but perfect, glistened in the dim light from the frosting. Her mouth went dry as she watched the queen's delicate hands move lower, coating her flat stomach and slender hips with the sweet frosting.

Alice leaned in closer to Megara, her breath hot on her ear as she whispered, "I think you want to lick it off."

Megara hesitated for a moment but couldn't resist the temptation. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over Alice's nipples, savoring the taste of the sweet frosting and the salty skin beneath. Alice moaned softly, her fingers tangling in Megara's hair, making it messy and sticky as the cream stuck to her locks.

Alice then suddenly turned around, grabbed a big handful of cake, and covered her tiny round ass with the frosting. Alice giggled, a high manic giggle, as Megara dropped to her knees, held her hips, and purred loudly while she sloppily licked chocolate frosting off both of Alice's pretty ass cheeks.

Megara couldn't explain the sensation, but her inhibitions were quickly melting away. There was something about this place and this crazy girl that had an intoxicating allure. The air was thick with desire and the scent of sweet confections, and Megara found herself lost in the moment, fully surrendering to Alice's every whim.

Megara licked Alice's ass cheeks, eliciting a soft rise from her. "You're such a bad girl," Alice purred.

Without warning, Alice spun around and landed on a plush, moldable bed. Megara hesitated for a moment, but then threw caution to the wind. "Taste this, my pet," Alice said wickedly, spreading her legs and revealing a frosted pussy. Meg dived in, her tongue swirling around the combination of cake and Alice's juices. Alice moaned, her hips bucking as she threaded her fingers through Meg's ponytail, guiding her deeper.

Their kiss was fiery, tasting of cake and arousal. Alice's hands roamed over Meg's body, squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples. Meg moaned into the kiss, her senses reeling from the intense sensations. Alice broke the kiss and trailed kisses down Meg's neck, nipping at her skin as her hands continued their exploration, drifting lower to cup her ass.

"I want you, pet," Alice whispered huskily. "Now."

Without hesitation, Alice pushed Meg forward over the cake-covered bed, exposing her pussy. Meg felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation, but as Alice's tongue circled her clit, all thoughts vanished. The Queen's hands spread Meg's cheeks, revealing her tight hole.

"Down the rabbit hole we go," Alice breathed, pushing her tongue inside Meg's entrance. Megara cried out, her body trembling as Alice explored her depths. The Queen's tongue teased and stimulated places Meg had never experienced before.

The tension in the air was palpable, charged with desire and anticipation. The bed's rubbery texture gripped Meg's hands as Alice continued her assault on her senses, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Please... don't stop," she panted, her hips rocking gently against Alice's mouth.

But Queen Alice had more pleasures in store. With a slick finger, she gently probed at Meg's tight hole, circling and teasing before pushing slowly inside. Meg tensed for a moment before relaxing, allowing the Queen entry as she moaned at the feeling of being stretched and filled.

Alice added a second finger and scissored Meg open as her thumb rubbed circles against her clit.

"Now, let's give you something else to remember this un-birthday by," Alice purred.

Queen Alice withdrew her fingers and stood up, positioning herself behind her obedient pet.

As Megara glanced over her shoulder, she flinched at the sight of a massive penis appearing on Alice's abdomen. The Queen smirked and licked her lips.

"What the hell," Megara muttered under her breath as the tip of the hard, wet cock nudged at her entrance.

With a firm thrust, Alice slid inside, filling Meg completely. She cried out, her body stretching around the Queen's thickness as Alice began to move, her hips snapping forward with each thrust.

"Oh my god," Megara cried as Alice fucked her with deep, purposeful strokes.

Her pussy clenched around the Queen's cock as she moaned loudly, her inhibitions and the reason for her presence here forgotten in the face of such overwhelming sensations.

"Yes... harder, Your Highness!" she cried out, urging the Queen on.

Queen Alice obliged, picking up the pace and forcing Megara further down onto the cake, her body sinking into the soft sponge as Alice pounded into her from behind.

The room fell silent, save for the sounds of their passion—the slapping of flesh, the squelching of cake being crushed, and their panting, pleasured moans.

"I'm close... so close!" Meg cried out, her body tensing as she neared her peak.

"Swirl and swirl, my pet. Let the ecstasy swirl!" Alice demanded, her own orgasm building.

Megara's world exploded in a burst of color and sensation as her orgasm ripped through her. She screamed out her release, her body shaking uncontrollably as she felt Alice's cock twitch inside her, the Queen finding her own climax as she filled Meg with her hot, sticky cum.

Spent and sated, they collapsed in a heap, their bodies sticky with frosting, sweat, and cum.

Meg turned to face Alice, her eyes smoldering and with intent in her voice.

"You need to come with me," Megara said.

Alice's lips curved into a smile. "I just did," she chuckled.

"No, I mean, you need to come with me to Disneyland," Megara said very seriously.

Alice's smile vanished in an instant, and the mad twinkle in her eyes seemed to disappear for a moment as she blinked. Megara realized that this was the first time she had seen her blinking.

"Disneyland?" Alice said, her voice oozing with a mix of confusion and horror. It seemed the word had triggered something in her brain.

"Yes, Disneyland. Where I'm from. Do you know of it?"

Alice touched her forehead, as if trying to recall something. "Disneyland," she repeated, her mind flooded with fleeting images from her past. "The riverbank... my cat... and..." Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Megara. "...my sister."

Megara glanced at the numerous Margarets who had ceased their carnal activities and were now staring at Alice and her intently. "I thought she was your sister."

"She's not my real sister," Alice clarified, sounding surprised by her own words. "My real sister is back home."

"How long have you been in Wonderland?" Megara inquired.

Alice gazed at Megara, her eyes empty. "I don't know. I just wanted a world of my own."

Megara began to piece together the puzzle. "You made this place," she concluded. "Your insatiable libido created this entire realm."

Alice was speechless, realizing that her imagination had corrupted her to the point where she had forgotten her true identity.

Megara then offered her a way out. "I can take you home," she said, grasping Alice's sticky hand. "All you have to do is wish for a portal to Disneyland and leave all this nonsense behind."

Alice hesitated, her brows furrowed. "I like nonsense," she protested. "I need everything to be nonsensical. I need nothing to be what it is, because everything is what it isn't, and contrariwise, what it is, it won't be, and what it won't be, it is."

Megara struggled to comprehend Alice's cryptic statement. "I understand... I think. But you've lost yourself in your own Wonderland. I've seen it in your eyes. You need to get home before you lose yourself completely."

Alice was conflicted. Deep down, she knew Megara was right, but this place was everything she ever wanted.

She surveyed the room, which was now empty except for Megara and herself. It was possible that they were the only ones left in all of Wonderland.

But there was one other thing in the room: a large mirror that had appeared in front of them. Alice looked at her reflection and barely recognized the innocent girl who used to learn from her sister by the riverbank.

Megara extended her hand to the torn and confused young girl. "Let's go home."

After a moment's hesitation, Alice took Meg's hand and stood up.

They held hands as they stepped forward into the mirror and passed through the portal, landing in Hades' underworld.