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everything that happened last time. It could mean a major
upheaval for all of us.”
The man frowned, his eyes darkening with
concern. “How do you mean?” he asked, shifting his weight back towards Gwen
until she was standing in his shadow.
It was Gwen’s turn to frown. The stories
of Alice weren’t a secret, and there was no reason to keep any of this to
herself, but something told her to be cautious with this man. “I’m sorry, I
didn’t catch your name?”
Unexpectedly, the sounds of a storm
began to rumble through the air from somewhere off in the distance. Gwen turned
her head towards the noise, turning her back on the chatty stranger.
Magnificent, dark clouds were forming
over the forest and Gwen couldn’t help but hope the storm would come a bit
closer. The sounds of thunder and rain mingling together always had a unique
way of clearing her head, which was something she could really use today.
Gwen turned back, planning to apologize
for her brief distraction, but she found herself standing alone. That was
rude.
She peered through the crowd, trying to
see where he’d gone, but only caught a glimpse of someone who might have been
him disappearing into the butcher’s shop. The brief conversation had left her
uneasy and unwilling to chase down a dangerous looking stranger just to satisfy
her own curiosity.
The wind picked up, and the crowd on
Peasant Street began to clear as the storm from the forest loomed overhead.
Anyone still out and about would be eager to finish their business and get
home. Gwen knew she should likely do the same.
Another crack of lighting sounded from
somewhere in the direction of the forest. Gwen turned back for one last peek at
the ominous clouds hovering over Neverwood. But there was something else mixed
in with the swirling, gray monstrosities.
That can’t be. Gwen squinted
at the clouds, trying to focus her vision in case her eyes were deceiving her.
Unfortunately, they weren’t. Just
outside the perimeter of the clouds, small fissures were forming in the sky.
Each one was a different, vibrant color. Every ragged crack in the sky started
out small, but they were definitely growing.
But that’s not possible!
A raindrop hit the side of Gwen’s cheek.
Biting her lip, she decided to take a cue from her neighbors. Despite the
feeling of unease that comes with walking towards a tempest, she knew it was
time to go home. For Gwen had read of a storm such as this one, in ancient
texts that told of her world’s history.
Cracks of blue, and white, and green.
With the storms end, change...
Gwen struggled to remember the poetic phrasing
from one of the books, but it evaded her. However it was worded, its meaning
was clear. A rift between worlds had been opened, and Alice was on her way to
Wonderland.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
HERE COMES ALICE
––––––––
M arc
was nothing but a gentleman as the two made their way south towards Lucky’s part of the
forest. He did his best to make conversation as they walked, but he was
continuously pausing and biting the inside of his cheek as though trying to
stop himself from speaking. At first, Lucky thought it was adorable, but the
weight of what they weren’t saying started to grate on her nerves.
“Fine,” Lucky mumbled, kicking a stone
into a nearby tree trunk.
“Hmm?”
“Fine! Ask whatever you want. I can tell
you’re dying to talk about it—Alice, her world, the prophecy.”
Lucky expected him to politely decline,
but instead he jumped right in, endearingly eager. “What’s the craziest thing
you’ve seen on the other side?” Marc asked, offering Lucky his hand for balance
as they climbed over a fallen tree. A small part of Lucky wanted to point out
that she was more capable of maneuvering through this forest than he was, but
she didn’t. Instead, she locked eyes with Marc and felt a small flutter as her
fingers wrapped around his.
“Cars. Definitely cars.” She looked up
at Marc expectantly, wondering how much
upheaval for all of us.”
The man frowned, his eyes darkening with
concern. “How do you mean?” he asked, shifting his weight back towards Gwen
until she was standing in his shadow.
It was Gwen’s turn to frown. The stories
of Alice weren’t a secret, and there was no reason to keep any of this to
herself, but something told her to be cautious with this man. “I’m sorry, I
didn’t catch your name?”
Unexpectedly, the sounds of a storm
began to rumble through the air from somewhere off in the distance. Gwen turned
her head towards the noise, turning her back on the chatty stranger.
Magnificent, dark clouds were forming
over the forest and Gwen couldn’t help but hope the storm would come a bit
closer. The sounds of thunder and rain mingling together always had a unique
way of clearing her head, which was something she could really use today.
Gwen turned back, planning to apologize
for her brief distraction, but she found herself standing alone. That was
rude.
She peered through the crowd, trying to
see where he’d gone, but only caught a glimpse of someone who might have been
him disappearing into the butcher’s shop. The brief conversation had left her
uneasy and unwilling to chase down a dangerous looking stranger just to satisfy
her own curiosity.
The wind picked up, and the crowd on
Peasant Street began to clear as the storm from the forest loomed overhead.
Anyone still out and about would be eager to finish their business and get
home. Gwen knew she should likely do the same.
Another crack of lighting sounded from
somewhere in the direction of the forest. Gwen turned back for one last peek at
the ominous clouds hovering over Neverwood. But there was something else mixed
in with the swirling, gray monstrosities.
That can’t be. Gwen squinted
at the clouds, trying to focus her vision in case her eyes were deceiving her.
Unfortunately, they weren’t. Just
outside the perimeter of the clouds, small fissures were forming in the sky.
Each one was a different, vibrant color. Every ragged crack in the sky started
out small, but they were definitely growing.
But that’s not possible!
A raindrop hit the side of Gwen’s cheek.
Biting her lip, she decided to take a cue from her neighbors. Despite the
feeling of unease that comes with walking towards a tempest, she knew it was
time to go home. For Gwen had read of a storm such as this one, in ancient
texts that told of her world’s history.
Cracks of blue, and white, and green.
With the storms end, change...
Gwen struggled to remember the poetic phrasing
from one of the books, but it evaded her. However it was worded, its meaning
was clear. A rift between worlds had been opened, and Alice was on her way to
Wonderland.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
HERE COMES ALICE
––––––––
M arc
was nothing but a gentleman as the two made their way south towards Lucky’s part of the
forest. He did his best to make conversation as they walked, but he was
continuously pausing and biting the inside of his cheek as though trying to
stop himself from speaking. At first, Lucky thought it was adorable, but the
weight of what they weren’t saying started to grate on her nerves.
“Fine,” Lucky mumbled, kicking a stone
into a nearby tree trunk.
“Hmm?”
“Fine! Ask whatever you want. I can tell
you’re dying to talk about it—Alice, her world, the prophecy.”
Lucky expected him to politely decline,
but instead he jumped right in, endearingly eager. “What’s the craziest thing
you’ve seen on the other side?” Marc asked, offering Lucky his hand for balance
as they climbed over a fallen tree. A small part of Lucky wanted to point out
that she was more capable of maneuvering through this forest than he was, but
she didn’t. Instead, she locked eyes with Marc and felt a small flutter as her
fingers wrapped around his.
“Cars. Definitely cars.” She looked up
at Marc expectantly, wondering how much
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