Forget Me Not

Prologue

The upside down world. The tipsy world. The world where everything exists and nothing is impossible because possible has not yet met im. This was a nonsensical world where common sense is deemed mad. This is a world in which curiosity becomes curiouser, where forever is a second, where mad queens reign because all of the populace is mad, therefore who would want a sensical queen. This is a world where the essence, the governess, the tale, of a queen was fused with the story and emotions of an entirely different persona. A queen who is cold, yet possesses warmth in her kindness; calm, yet possesses madness in her fury; strict, yet possesses leniency in her formality; and calculated. No, this queen is not the Queen of Hearts. Think not about 'off with your heads', but rather recall a traditional, fundamental, game: chess. Think not about the popular misconception that the Queen of Hearts is but the only queen in the land of wonder. Think not about the implication of similarity, rather recall the distinction of difference. Who is the vindictive queen who has suffered the scrouge of time that has obfuscated the truth? This tale is encouraging complacency and discouraging the fatal undermining of truth. This is not a self-congratulatory narrative, this is a narrative to avert confusion. To ensure remembrance. Remembrance of who? Why, Remembrance of her. The sovereign of chess, the queen of a country different than the land of wonder, the rightful owner of the color scarlet: The Red Queen. The Red Queen is who we must remember, who we must differentiate from the Queen of Hearts. This tale will break through the finality of the misassociation. This tale will ensure that you will not forget the Red Queen. That you will forget her not.