The Otherworlder

The Otherworlder

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No one thinks the slightly cubby, ginger with glasses was the one who ruined the Wallon Kingdom. No one thinks the 5'6 girl who hasn't touched a sword in her life made the Todomik Kingdom's army finally push backs it's enemies. No one thinks the jumpy, green-eyed teenager was able the change this world- but I did. And I have every intention of doing it again. There is a story about an Otherworlder. An Otherworlder who brought destruction upon one kingdom and salvation to another. An Otherworlder who decimated the military and monarchy of one kingdom, yet reformed and renewed the life to another. An Otherworlder who stands before me, picking dirt out of her nails.
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This story inspo came to me while making tacos for dinner. I'm not even joking. Alice I'm the last daughter of the Queen of Hearts. Fifth in line for a throne to a kingdom fallen to war and ruination at the hands of my own flesh and blood. Magic is failing us and our mages are at a loss on how to fix it. Their solution? Steal it. From another realm. One with just as many wild dangers as our own, but with one major problem in the way. Peter Panjara. The enemy's king. If the legends of Neverland are true, even looking upon his scarred and evil face will cast your soul into the Beyond. Doomed to wander with no purpose for eternity. But I'm not scared of some old dribble from the mouths of simpletons. I'm a monster in my own right. And I've never feared any demon but the one in the mirror. Peter My realm was at peace for 400 years. My subjects drank and laughed under the stars, never fearing the tomorrows on the horizon. Magic permeated through our shores and undulated in the currents of our seas. Until that blood-bathed witch attacked. My people were captured, turned to slaves and I had to flee my own damn castle. I will not rest until that queen's head is on my front gate. I will not pass into the Beyond until my kingdom is cleansed from Wonderland's filth. And I've found the perfect little rabbit to help me. Come hell or high water. Or heart.

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