Claire Fontaine
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Today had been a strange day for Celia Ward. The young woman's twenty second birthday party bash had been cancelled after she discovered that her reservation to the restaurant she had chosen had not passed through despite the whole thing having been planned weeks in advance. The mess thus left her with nothing to do but to pass some time with her grandmother at the old woman's countryside cottage, playing cards and listening to the old legends of Wonderland. The tales had been wonderful when she had been a little girl, but now they seemed so unlikely and strange... she sometimes wonder what was in Alice's water that day. That strangeness would haunt her that day, however, starting with one idle conversation with her elder.
“Granny, I don't understand how you believe in those tales... I mean, rabbits and cats don't talk, do they?” Saying that, the brunet shot a playfully suspicious glance at the family's cat, Chester.
“Oh, but I have proof, child! Why, the White Rabbit even left our family with his pocket-watch!” Grinning a gummy smile, the old woman reached into the pocket of her flowery apron, extricating an antique looking gold pocket-watch from the stitched sleeve in the garment's front.
Almost reverently, Celia was passed the antique, the faded inscription on the burnished back of the contraption catching her eye; He will arrive when the time is right.
“Strange... and it doesn't seem to work, granny, the hands are stuck at three o'clock.” While the statement was directed at her grandmother, Celia was lost in her own thoughts, unable to truly listen to the answer she got.
An hour later found her in the garden, walking among the rose bushes idly as she tinkered with her new golden watch. As distracted as she was, she did not notice the burrow by her feet, and soon enough all grew black.
The last thing she heard before losing consciousness was:
“Intruder, Intruder! Capture Her, Make sure she doesn't have any followers!”
Today had been a strange day for Celia Ward. The young woman's twenty second birthday party bash had been cancelled after she discovered that her reservation to the restaurant she had chosen had not passed through despite the whole thing having been planned weeks in advance. The mess thus left her with nothing to do but to pass some time with her grandmother at the old woman's countryside cottage, playing cards and listening to the old legends of Wonderland. The tales had been wonderful when she had been a little girl, but now they seemed so unlikely and strange... she sometimes wonder what was in Alice's water that day. That strangeness would haunt her that day, however, starting with one idle conversation with her elder.
“Granny, I don't understand how you believe in those tales... I mean, rabbits and cats don't talk, do they?” Saying that, the brunet shot a playfully suspicious glance at the family's cat, Chester.
“Oh, but I have proof, child! Why, the White Rabbit even left our family with his pocket-watch!” Grinning a gummy smile, the old woman reached into the pocket of her flowery apron, extricating an antique looking gold pocket-watch from the stitched sleeve in the garment's front.
Almost reverently, Celia was passed the antique, the faded inscription on the burnished back of the contraption catching her eye; He will arrive when the time is right.
“Strange... and it doesn't seem to work, granny, the hands are stuck at three o'clock.” While the statement was directed at her grandmother, Celia was lost in her own thoughts, unable to truly listen to the answer she got.
An hour later found her in the garden, walking among the rose bushes idly as she tinkered with her new golden watch. As distracted as she was, she did not notice the burrow by her feet, and soon enough all grew black.
The last thing she heard before losing consciousness was:
“Intruder, Intruder! Capture Her, Make sure she doesn't have any followers!”
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