Another Fall Down the Rabbit Hole

The Red Queen anticipated her return to her throne of roses. She knew it would not be long before the Mystical Troops came for her. Word of her reentry down the rabbit hole spread fast. Under disguise, she could hear the whispers of the townspeople. She barely made it to the Shroom Tavern, located on the outskirts of the village, before spotting her face plastered all over posted wanted signs. The world she created was ready to destroy her but she would not go down without a fight. Even if most of the residents that lived here considered the place Hell, Wonderland was her home.

She postponed the inevitable by stalling in the enchanted wood. She caught up with The Mad Hatter and Chesire. Although her interactions with them were not always pleasant, and she was never someone they felt especially acquainted to, they could not help but admit that the atmosphere had grown much darker since her absence.

They sheltered her away from capture while she regained her strength and formulated her plan. She turned the hatters studio into a laboratory as she dived deep into antidotes and potions, looking for an advantage.

“I have a quest for you,” she grinned toward Mad. “The silk thread of an indigo worm. One who sings in smoke rings, to be precise.” Her eyes grew dark and her grin faded.

“This is not a revolution I am willing to die for, Queen Red,” the hatter said.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she laughed. She pulled a satchel from her pocket. Inside, a bud glowed bright green. “I am sure he will be willing to make a trade for his favorite delicacy.”

Mad took the satchel and tipped his hat at Red before making his way out into the night.

Red followed behind him stopping at the door steps. She looked up at the bright full Moon as it illuminated the neon colors of the forest.

“What a shame,” she said. “I always looked my best in red.”