Land Of North

It calls to you. Enchantingly.

So small, so tiny. So adorable.

Echoing in bursts of ultrasonic bat-calls.

Just waiting for you in a twilight youth.

Come, hold it in between your child sized palms.

Tina lost her brother in a strange incident when she was ten. Seven years have passed since then. She finally finds the person who may have been responsible for his disappearance. He appears so harmless, so very very harmless. Deceptively harmless. He's only seventeen. Just like her. What could he possibly do? He flatters her, she runs, he smothers her, she still runs. It is not flattery she is drawn to, it is an inkling of a search. Noticing alone is enough, it is easy to fall in a vortex trap of smoke. Simple little Tina runs, but she cannot run herself out. She had drawn in without wanting in, into a land where Alice lost her way, a land that twists and turns with the ages, where, lost ones aren't found easily. He is there, in the eroded smoke. Not yet corrosive, because she is so simple and pale.

When the Mad Hatter isn't so innocent. When wonderland, is infused with reality and you've been let loose without a road map into The Land Of North.

North Green. No... he won't let you out.

When wonderland's run by a boy with the mad hatter in his heart.