A bell softly chimes. The roses turn to see who has passed by their grove. Bearing their thorns they are suddenly cut down. A crescent moon smile is soon revealed as the body seemingly fades back into sight. Midnight black cat ears. And a tail swishing lightly behind him. The bell around his collar chimes again as he moves forward. He walks through the shredded roses humming lightly, the bell chiming as he moves.
“Welcome to Wonderland!”
A quite dreadful place. It started out so lovely but soon nightmares came. Madness. Bloodshed. The Queen is always chopping off people’s heads. Though some are lucky enough to come back from it. The Cheshire himself is often killed when caught at least. Though that happens rarely. The Cheshire himself had decided to visit a recent trial. More and more people seemed to come from nowhere. In their ignorance they die. It was always gruesome but many came if just to please the Queen. Cheshire himself could care less about the Queen. She would fall anyway. He knew she would. Alice should do it. But Alice is gone. He doesn’t know where she is. A frown crossed his usually gleeful face. Where did that person go?
Alice was always a pleasure. She would call him ‘kitty’ and give him treats. Though he knew she grew frustrated with him. He enjoyed speaking in riddles and he never really helped her. That she knew of. Cheshire saved her from the Queen. Scaring the Queen’s beautiful face. She grew afraid of him. But Alice is gone now. And Wonderland once more fell into chaos.
Sighing he slipped from sight again. He would watch from the hedges and see who shall lose their head today. He could possibly even help them. If he felt like it. Though it would be in secret. If anyone knew how much the Queen feared him they would go to rally his help. I refuse to get involved, he thought jumping through the trees. This is not my fight and never has been. As he arrived to the scene of the trial he hid on top of the hedges surrounding it and watched curiously. Thinking back to all he had met who after the nightmare seemed to not remember him. The Mad Hatter, Caterpillar, March Hare. They all forgot. Everyone did. But not him. Smiling he watched the Queen dispatch another guard, chopping his head off.
Oh well. The looking glass was an odd one. And he would not interfere. Cheshire had other things on his mind. Like that odd doorway called the “Rabbit Hole”. It had shown up a while ago near the Lake of tears. It led to an awfully interesting place. With all sorts of weird creatures that moved quickly and spouted gas. Smiling again he thought of it. That’s where they all disappeared to. Everyone. With only merely copies here it was not fun. The Queen and her guards were real yes. So was that damned Jabberwocky. But the others in their forgetting were now hollows. Cheshire would find them oh yes he would. Standing he walked from the trail heading to the Lake of Tears thinking to head back. Back to that other world.
Smiling he slipped through again heading down a wooden path where others seemed to walk on. Adults never seemed to see him. But some children were able to. They followed him with their eyes wide and curious.
