The room opened up below her. Any farther and she would fall in. The strangest thing about the room was that from up here it looked checkered, and striped. it was constantly changing. Was it an illusion or reality? She just couldn’t tell anymore. It had been quite long since she’d been above the surface. Being down here too long caused you to forget certain things. However, her cause was still bright in her mind like a glowing lantern in a collapsed mine. She had to save everyone. Even if it meant sacrificing herself.
Avalon screamed as she fell down. The sweet-tasting wind from the momentum blew upwards against her. Raising her tiny blue dress that was tight and ragged against her petite frame. Her once pristine white apron with delicate lace and ribbons and frills was now stained dirty with all that she had been through. Her blonde hair streamed down her face as she was abruptly turned upside down. This gave her a sense of deja-vu. She had done this when she entered.
Had it all been a mistake? Was risking her life worth the millions of people that might be saved. She could admit that at one time she was selfish and could’ve cared less. But now? She could afford to think like that after the way these people had treated her and what the land had taught her.
She was no longer the little girl with braids and ribbons in her hair. The girl in the reflecting walls was now stronger. Still shorter than most but with strong arms and guarded wits. Her innocence was gone when she fell. Her lips were painted blood like those whose lives were lost and her hair was loose and wild with untamable curls that sprung around her face like mad.
Not even a damned Jabberwocky could stop her now.
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Dead Wonderland
FantasyLobster quadrille, dance round and round Will poor Alice ever be found? The fall was a mishap, a drop of fate Drinks drank and cakes ate Holes in the ceiling, and cracks in the wall Who will be the next one to fall?
