Descendants: The Wishing Spell (A Descendants Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Through the Looking Glass

Lewis and Samuel stood at the edge of a vibrant glade, the air thick with a sense of whimsy and the sweet scent of blooming flowers of Darling Coast. Before them, the White Rabbit twitched his nose, dressed in a waistcoat and holding a pocket watch that seemed to tick louder than the very heartbeats in their chests. "You're late! You're late!" he exclaimed, glancing back at them with wide eyes. "Hurry! The Mad Hatter will not wait for anyone!"

"Are we really going to do this?" Lewis asked, glancing skeptically at the swirling colors of the rabbit hole opening before them.

"Why not?" Samuel shrugged, excitement bubbling within him. "It's Wonderland! Adventure awaits!"

Without another word, they both leaped into the rabbit hole. They tumbled through the air, surrounded by swirling colors and distorted sounds. The sensation of falling turned into a whimsical ride as they spiraled downward, arms flailing and laughter escaping their lips. Just when they thought they might crash into the ground, they landed softly in a meadow bursting with colors more vibrant than anything they'd seen.

"Did we make it?" Lewis asked, brushing himself off as he looked around.

"Looks like it!" Samuel replied, grinning widely as he took in the fantastical scenery. Flowers chatted amongst themselves, and a nearby tree had a face, its branches waving as if to say hello.

As they navigated the winding paths, they encountered the March Hare, who was pouring tea into a teacup that had no bottom. "You're just in time for tea!" he shouted, grinning madly as he gestured for them to join him at a table cluttered with mismatched cups and whimsical treats.

"Actually, we're looking for the Mad Hatter," Samuel interjected, glancing at the peculiar spectacle before him. "Do you know where he is?"

"Ah, the Hatter! Always lost in his own thoughts!" the March Hare exclaimed, oblivious to their urgency. "But stay for just a moment! I promise the tea is splendid!"

Lewis felt his patience wearing thin, and before he could voice his frustration, a gentle voice interjected from beneath the table. The Dormouse peeked out, yawning widely. "Tea's overrated. Just follow the White Rabbit; he knows the way!" He promptly fell back asleep, leaving Samuel chuckling quietly.

With a polite nod, they declined the March Hare's offer and continued on, the rabbit's flurry of feet leading them through a field of tulips that seemed to dance in joy. Soon they found themselves before a massive garden gate, intricately carved and adorned with vibrant roses, where the now-friendly Queen of Hearts stood, her demeanor warm instead of her once-traditional fiery temper.

"Welcome, travelers!" she declared, her tone surprisingly inviting. "What brings you to my garden?"

"We're on a quest to find the Mad Hatter's hat," Lewis replied, trying to sound confident. "It's part of the Wishing Spell, and we need it to continue our journey."

The Queen's smile widened, and she gestured for them to enter her garden. "Ah, the Hatter! He has been quite a delight since he turned over a new leaf. Follow the path of the dancing roses, and you'll find him."

As they stepped into the garden, the flowers chimed a melodic tune, and the path began to twist and turn with each step they took. The vibrant hues surrounded them, making the air feel almost electric with magic. Suddenly, Lewis caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance, a tall silhouette with a familiar hat atop his head.

"Is that him?" Samuel whispered, excitement building in his chest.

Before they could reach him, they were interrupted by a loud squawking. The Dodo Bird flapped its wings, tumbling into their path. "You'll have to excuse me! Can't you see I'm on an important mission?" it huffed, adjusting its spectacles.