I looked at my surroundings , trying to figure out what had happened. Sat on the floor surrounded by turquoise grass, I analyzed the situation, running over what had happened to figure out what I should do. Above me sat an acid green sky. In the distance I saw three bright circles sitting in the sky , giving off a light pink tinted light.
"Three suns..." I muttered to my self.
Observers point of view:
Celia attempted to stand, but pain kept causing her to stop. Silence surrounded her, it wasn't haunting and empty nor full and chocking, but just there. A gentle breeze flowed by. Eventually Celia managed to stand. She saw a plant and went over to observe it. But she , herself, was also being observed.
"What are you?" She mumbled. Before her stood something that represented a flower.
"Im a asvainastheycome! How do you not know?" The plant replied. Celia stumbled back in shock, as two large eyes opened on the center of the 'flower'.
*Oh ignore 'er* A voice called. The voice sounded like a creaky old women. A tree leaned forward , shadowing Celia, It then followed to open to big eyes of a golden shade. "She's called a vain-as-they-come, for a reason!" The tree cackled. Celia stood in a shocked state , frozen,
*The plants are talking* she though, but the arguing between the tree and flower soon grabbed her back to 'reality'...if that was what it was. She turned and fled. After stumbling a few times she soon stopped. Exhausted, she sat on a rock. Silence. Then-
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*Wait , wait wait!*
what? Who?
*where am I?!*
Dormouse I'm getting to you, but I'm still telling the tale...may i finish?
*mumbleing*
Okay, good, like I was saying-
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Then a door creak was heard, very quiet, barely hear-able over Celias panting. She looked up, there was no one for miles, as far as she could see.She was in an opening. A few rocks, and plants, but nothing too large.
"Do you mind?" A voice called up from Celias feet. She looked down to see a mouse looking up at her, looking like a baby just been awoken.
She stood up in shock.
" I'm awfully sorry." She replied, Unaware of what she was apologizing for.
"I do NOT appreciate people sitting on my...Alice?"
"Sitting on your, WHAT?" Celia hurriedly replied.
"Alice...is that really you? But...it's been so long, you haven't aged a day." Celia looked at the small creature confused. The creature was a small, slightly aged, mousy brown...mouse. Then she clicked.
"Are you Ms.Dormouse?" The mouse nodded. Guilt rushed through her. This old mouse had mistaken her for her grandmother. " Ms.Dormouse, you have me mistaken for my Grandma Alice" The mouse looked at her confused, but then sighed as if she'd been let down.
"Well, you certainly resemble your grandmother." Dormouse replied as she went to re-enter her home, which Celia had mistaken for a rock earlier. Then an idea came to Celias' mind. Maybe Little Ms.Dormouse could help Celia.
"Wait!" Celia dropped to the floor to look at the mouse from her level. "I fell in here and I don't know why! I need to get out."
"No my dear. You need to stay"The mouse replied. " Every time your grandmother came here, we were in peril; now she , I'm assuming, is unable, you must help us." She mouse looked at Celia in the eye.
"But, I don't know whats-" Celia was cut off by the ground shaking.
"That's the problem."
"Earth-quakes?" Celia thought that this was fantasy, but never did she think it was stupidity.
"No! The thing that's causing them!" The mouse snapped. Celia was one of scientific mind, so she was prepared to explain. " There is darkness Celia. The entirety of our world is being swallowed by the mouth of deceit , hate, murder, destruction, and corruption.
"The Queen of Hearts?" Celia questioned.
"The Queen had a big gullet, but there was only so much she could swallow, the entirety of this world is not one of them. She died long back, monstrous hag! But, she was nothing compared to this. This makes the world cry for the old Queen, as the Queen appears to look like justice in thelight of this new power. Let me tell you, there is more than meets the eye child."
"What is it?" Celia cried as she fell due to the rumbling of the ground.
"Not what my dear...Who!"
YOU ARE READING
Wonderland (but not like grandma alice would remember)
FantasyGrandma was mad. That's what they always told me atleast. But I know, my Grandma Alice wasn't mad, she was a story teller, atleast; that's what I used to know. Or is she a story teller and I'm trapped in her story? No, that isn't possible, she's dea...
