Forever Wonderland CHAPTER 6
Characters: Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland characters, and OFCs
Rating: G to PG-13 for some fighting sequences
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to claim Wonderland and all it's gloriousness, I cannot. Therefore, I give all credit to Louis Carroll, Disney and Tim Burton.
Summary: Imagine being the granddaughter of the great Alice of Wonderland. Imagine for a minute that you wished you could go to the place where you heard the stories? Could it be possible? This world makes you think that it couldn't be, but really, could it?
A week had past and Tarrant hadn’t come back home. The first few days Melody paid no mind to since Mallymkun said that he would go for days to “clear his head”. But days had come and gone and Melody was starting to get worried.
She sat up late each night in his chair in the sitting room, watching out the window. She would fall asleep and wake to the sudden shock of the night chill when the fire would burn out. She would wake early the next morning, watching the sunrise for a silhouette of the Hatter to come up the path.
She would always set an extra place at the table in case he would walk through the door. But he never came.
Melody sat in the chair again with her elbow on the arm rest, head resting in her palm. She closed her eyes and tried to connect with Hatter. Though she thought that she was going mad, she still did it. She sighed a giggle thinking that she was as crazy as he was. But her smile quickly faded at the thought of Tarrant not coming back.
At least once a day she would think that this was her fault. None of this would have happened had she not entered Underland. But then she would remember Mally telling her that Tarrant did this on a regular basis. He was, after all, a grown man and was allowed to come and goes as he pleased.
“Melody?” came a tiny voice near her feet.
She felt little fingers moving up her leg. She heard a quiet sniffing by her ear. Melody slowly lifted her eyes open and saw Mally sitting on her shoulder. She slid down her arm to rest in the crook of her elbow.
“Hey, Mally,” Melody said, her voice barely there.
“You should go and get some rest. You really haven’t eaten anything the past few days nor have you gotten any decent sleep.”
“But, Hatter-”
“He will come back. He always does.”
Melody picked up the little mouse and held her in her palms of her hands. She brought her closer to her face. Her eyes were big and her brows were curled into a concerning wave. She leaned in and gave a light kiss on her forehead.
“Thank you, Mallymkun. Had it not been for you and Thackery, I don’t think that I would have made it through this week.”
“We are going to keep close tabs on you. Hatter would surely ring our necks if we didn’t.”
Melody set the little mouse down on the floor and watched her scurry off. Her smiled faded some as she turned to look out the window. The night sky was starting to darken and she knew that she needed some rest. She had barely slept and eaten like Mally had said, but she didn’t have an appetite nor did she care to until Tarrant was back safe and sound. She could feel her eyes start to get heavier and she decided to make her way up to the bedroom.
“Where are you, Tarrant?” she asked into the silent night.
*****
The figures came over the hill making a long line. From the distance that they were, Tarrant could hear the faint clanging of the armor.
He felt the arm holding the sword start to shake a little. His nerves were starting to set in.
“Not now,” he told himself in a thick Scottish accent. “Defend Underland. Protect Melody. Honor Alice.”
The Black King’s army was growing closer. The armor clanked louder to a thunderous beat as they marched to the White Queen’s castle.
Tarrant felt the lump in his throat swell and he grabbed the Vorpal sword tighter in his hands. As he watched the opposing men come closer he heard their leader yell something with them responding back. Tarrant’s chest rose and fell heavily as he licked his lips. His fear was starting to gain momentum and he could tell the men standing behind him weren’t doing any better.
“All right, men! Let’s give these yellow-bellied slugs a taste of their own medicine!” He raised his sword in the air. “Wait for my call!”
The men all waved their weapons in the air and waited for Tarrant to give the order.
Then men started to drawer closer.
“Wait…”
They were even closer. The men behind Tarrant were starting to talk amongst themselves.
“Wait for it…”
Tarrant could see the glare in the Black Kings eyes as they closed in on the army. The Black King stopped his horse in front of Tarrant.
“So, I see that the White Queen has chosen her champion,” he said in distaste. He glanced over Tarrant and mockingly laughed. “Such a weak creature to defend the goodness of Underland.”
“Stand down, Gryffn. Or be ready to fight. I am not backing down nor are the men. The White Queen rightfully owns the crown. And the crown will remain permanently on her head as long as I am alive.”
The Black King casually moved his horse along side Renervere. He glared at Tarrant.
“I will not back down,” he slimily stated.
Tarrant let an evil grin draw on his lips. He raised the Vorpal sword high in the air. “For Underland!”
The men behind him raised their swords and chanted.
“Long live, Mirana!!
The Black King lifted his sword in the air to state that the war had begun. His men raised their weapons in response and began to charge the White Queen’s army. The men behind Tarrant raised their weapons in reply to the Black King’s army and they charged as well.
The white and black metal clashed around Tarrant and Gryffn. Both the men’s horses bucked in fear and flung the men off their backs. Gryffn rolled a few feet away while Tarrant landed face down next to the horse. He looked up as Renervere was coming back down and he rolled out of the way.
He quickly got to his feet and began fighting off men around him. He smacked Renervere in the rear to get him out of the way so he could find Gryffn. Gryffn had done the same and the two men stood facing each other, swords at the ready.
“You will not win, Hatter! This battle will be mine!” he said as he lunged at Tarrant.
“Not if I can help it!” Tarrant replied as they clashed swords.
The men danced left and right, swords blocking each blow. Gryffn swung his sword over his head and Tarrant ducked. He came back up and swung his sword under Gryffn’s feet. He jumped at the attack and the men met in the middle with swords clashing.
“Such a puny man you are, Hatter! Why the White Queen chose you to defend Underland and Alice is beyond me!” He said pushing Tarrant back a couple steps. He moved closer to Tarrant and crossed his sword over his torso, protecting his chest, readying himself for the next move.
“Where is the filthy, little brat anyway! I thought since she could slay the Jabberwocky, she would be here! But here you are instead!”
Tarrant felt a bile brew in his mouth. He lunged at Gryffn and clashed his sword against the other. Metal against metal, sparks flew. Tarrant used all his strength and lifted his right knee up and kicked Gryffn in the stomach right above the pelvis. He was knocked back a few steps but lunged back at Tarrant.
“Alice isn’t back in Underland. Her granddaughter Melody is,” he grunted as he swung, missing the Black King’s head. “Alice is no longer alive since she is from the Overland.”
The Black King kicked Tarrant to the ground and stood over him, the tip of the sword at Tarrant’s throat. Tarrant was breathing heavy and he tried to lift his sword over head, but the Black King placed a foot over his arm, causing Tarrant to scream in pain, and the Vorpal sword to release from his grasp.
“No Alice? Then why do you fight?”
“For the White Queen!” Tarrant shouted, trying to wriggle free. “For Underland! From murderous thieves like you!!”
The Black King could see that Tarrant’s defense was down for a second and he motioned to two of his men to grab the Hatter. Tarrant was lifted by two arms forcing him to his knees, holding him in place. He kicked and grunted. The Black King bent down and picked up the Vorpal sword and looked at it.
“Not quite what I was expecting. I thought that it would be bigger, somehow more majestic.”
Tarrant struggled against the men’s grasped. He was slowly losing strength. He felt his breath coming heavy and the lack of oxygen was making him dizzy. But he wasn’t going to give up the fight.
The Black King took a step closer to Tarrant and drew the sword over his head. Tarrant lifted his eyes to follow the blade. The circles under his eyes grew to an evil shade of black.
“Long live the Queen,” Gryffn mocked as he moved the blade down closer to Tarrant’s torso.
“Long live the Queen!” Tarrant shouted back, elbowing both the men, forcing them to fall.
Tarrant rolled out of the way as the men fell and picked up the Black King's sword. He quickly stood to his feet, kicking The Black King, watching him fall as the sword fell out of his hands, letting the tip pierce Tarrant’s arm. He screamed and grasped his arm and felt a searing pain rush through his veins. He pulled his hand away to see blood spilling from the wound. He limped over to the Vorpal sword, picking it up. The Black King was slowly getting to his feet as he saw Tarrant looming over him with the Vorpal sword in hand, ready to attack.
Gryffn quickly got up, smacked the sword out of Tarrant’s hand again and used his other arm to punch Tarrant in the face. Tarrant wheeled around grabbing his stinging cheek and drew his hand back in retaliation. Once Gryffn was stepping backwards he picked up the sword again.
Taking a stance, he knew that Gryffn would advance and he waited.
“You might as well give up, Hatter. I have been trained in the art of fighting. What kind of formal training have you had? Hat pin art?”
Tarrant’s eyes grew wide. Pins. He remembered he always carried one with him. He lifted his wounded arm to his hat and pulled out the pin.
“Thank you for reminding me!” he said as he lunged at the Black King. He pierced the king’s eye and when he was disarmed, Tarrant stood over him.
“Surrender.”
“Never!”
Gryffn grabbed his sword and moved to Tarrant again. Tarrant held his sword out in front of him. Gryffn came to a sudden stop and placed his hands to his waist. His breath was slowly fading. He looked down and saw metal coming out of his torso.
Tarrant looked down as well and saw that the Vorpal sword had pierced through the King’s skin. Tarrant quickly withdrew the blade. His eyes grew wide as he watched the king fall to the ground. He cautiously stepped forward watching the King’s breathing become unstable and his eyes closing. Tarrant didn’t want to kill the King if he didn’t have to. The Vorpal sword, on the other hand, had other plans.
Tarrant backed away and watched his men continuing to fight. “Stop!” he yelled watching the metal around him cease moving. He turned again to the King. He felt his stomach rise to his throat and he closed his eyes to gain composure. He bent down, took the King’s sword in hand and walked away.
He mounted Renervere and motioned to his troops, what was left of them, to head back to the castle.
“You can either surrender and become part of the White Queen’s army or not surrender in which case you will be jailed, tried and hung. The choice is yours,” he said to the opposing men.
The men that were left standing followed Tarrant back to the castle in surrender to become part of her army.
He let his head bob to the beat of Renervere’s gallop. The pain in his body was getting too much to bear and he felt his eyes start to close. His head bobbed forward against the mane of the horse.
‘Hang in there, Hatter,” the horse said.
They made it back to the castle and Mirana was waiting for them. Tarrant slowly dismounted the horse and limped to the Queen.
“Oh! Tarrant!” she said as she came closer and seeing his wounds.
He slowly presented the sword of the Black King in front of him. Mirana took it and saw blood starting to dry on the blade. She pressed her lips tightly together as her stomach threatened to come up.
“Tarrant, we must get you inside. Your wounds need healing.”
“No,” he rasped. “I must get back to Melody. I did as the Oraculum commanded.”
“But, your wounds-”
“Will have to heal on their own.” He bowed in a stagger and turned to walk away. Every step was painful, but he just wanted to get back to his own home and rest. Besides, Melody would be wondering where he went and now that the prophecy had been fulfilled, he could tell her. He could show her Underland as he had promised.
A smile painfully fell on his lips. What was special about this girl? Why was he feeling this way? He had never done so with Alice or the rest of her family.
“On my way,” he whispered as he limped on.
*****
The sun was starting to rise and Melody had had enough. A week had past and now she was getting really worried. Something must have happened to Tarrant that he hasn’t come back. What if he was in the forest, lying dead? Her heart jumped and she flung herself out of bed and scrambled down the stairs.
Mallymkun and Thackery were still sleeping from what she could tell. She peeked out the front window and saw that the table out front was empty. She creaked open the door and headed out into the yard.
She picked up her pace when she noticed that all around her was quiet. She walked on into the forest. She wasn’t too keen about going back in there alone, but she knew she had to do it. If Tarrant was hurt and he needed help, it was the least that she could do.
The wind blew around her and gave her an eerie feeling as she walked further into the woods. The trees around her groaned and seemed to mock her as he continued walking. She pulled her jacket closer around her.
“Hatter! Tarrant!” she yelled.
The wind blew and no answer ever came back. Her feet were starting to hurt and she wasn’t sure how long she had been gone for. She did know that the sun was starting to set so she was gone at least twelve hours. Why did it feel like it was so much longer?
As the sun was starting to set, she began to whimper. She knew that she had covered the forest at least three times. And as scared as she was, she still did it. Tarrant was the only thing on her mind at the moment. She knew that she liked him the moment she recognized him. She remembered all of the stories she had been told about him and kept them at the front of her mind as she wandered the scary forest.
She wanted Tarrant back. He was the only one that would be able to help her get back to her home. She almost thought about heading on to the White Queen’s castle. But what if Tarrant would have come back while she was gone? She knew that she would have to say.
“Grandma, what would you do?” she sobbed.
Melody headed back to the house and slowly walked up the stairs. She didn’t even notice Thackery and Mallymkun speaking to her. She made her way up the stairs to the second floor. As she took a step back she headed into the room where Tarrant kept all his fabrics and things. She picked up a hat and held it close to her heart.
She walked back to the bedroom, placed her head on the pillow and began to sob. She held the hat tighter and drew her knees up.
“Tarrant, where are you!” she sobbed.
The tears continued to flow until finally she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Rating: G to PG-13 for some fighting sequences
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to claim Wonderland and all it's gloriousness, I cannot. Therefore, I give all credit to Louis Carroll, Disney and Tim Burton.
Summary: Imagine being the granddaughter of the great Alice of Wonderland. Imagine for a minute that you wished you could go to the place where you heard the stories? Could it be possible? This world makes you think that it couldn't be, but really, could it?
A week had past and Tarrant hadn’t come back home. The first few days Melody paid no mind to since Mallymkun said that he would go for days to “clear his head”. But days had come and gone and Melody was starting to get worried.
She sat up late each night in his chair in the sitting room, watching out the window. She would fall asleep and wake to the sudden shock of the night chill when the fire would burn out. She would wake early the next morning, watching the sunrise for a silhouette of the Hatter to come up the path.
She would always set an extra place at the table in case he would walk through the door. But he never came.
Melody sat in the chair again with her elbow on the arm rest, head resting in her palm. She closed her eyes and tried to connect with Hatter. Though she thought that she was going mad, she still did it. She sighed a giggle thinking that she was as crazy as he was. But her smile quickly faded at the thought of Tarrant not coming back.
At least once a day she would think that this was her fault. None of this would have happened had she not entered Underland. But then she would remember Mally telling her that Tarrant did this on a regular basis. He was, after all, a grown man and was allowed to come and goes as he pleased.
“Melody?” came a tiny voice near her feet.
She felt little fingers moving up her leg. She heard a quiet sniffing by her ear. Melody slowly lifted her eyes open and saw Mally sitting on her shoulder. She slid down her arm to rest in the crook of her elbow.
“Hey, Mally,” Melody said, her voice barely there.
“You should go and get some rest. You really haven’t eaten anything the past few days nor have you gotten any decent sleep.”
“But, Hatter-”
“He will come back. He always does.”
Melody picked up the little mouse and held her in her palms of her hands. She brought her closer to her face. Her eyes were big and her brows were curled into a concerning wave. She leaned in and gave a light kiss on her forehead.
“Thank you, Mallymkun. Had it not been for you and Thackery, I don’t think that I would have made it through this week.”
“We are going to keep close tabs on you. Hatter would surely ring our necks if we didn’t.”
Melody set the little mouse down on the floor and watched her scurry off. Her smiled faded some as she turned to look out the window. The night sky was starting to darken and she knew that she needed some rest. She had barely slept and eaten like Mally had said, but she didn’t have an appetite nor did she care to until Tarrant was back safe and sound. She could feel her eyes start to get heavier and she decided to make her way up to the bedroom.
“Where are you, Tarrant?” she asked into the silent night.
*****
The figures came over the hill making a long line. From the distance that they were, Tarrant could hear the faint clanging of the armor.
He felt the arm holding the sword start to shake a little. His nerves were starting to set in.
“Not now,” he told himself in a thick Scottish accent. “Defend Underland. Protect Melody. Honor Alice.”
The Black King’s army was growing closer. The armor clanked louder to a thunderous beat as they marched to the White Queen’s castle.
Tarrant felt the lump in his throat swell and he grabbed the Vorpal sword tighter in his hands. As he watched the opposing men come closer he heard their leader yell something with them responding back. Tarrant’s chest rose and fell heavily as he licked his lips. His fear was starting to gain momentum and he could tell the men standing behind him weren’t doing any better.
“All right, men! Let’s give these yellow-bellied slugs a taste of their own medicine!” He raised his sword in the air. “Wait for my call!”
The men all waved their weapons in the air and waited for Tarrant to give the order.
Then men started to drawer closer.
“Wait…”
They were even closer. The men behind Tarrant were starting to talk amongst themselves.
“Wait for it…”
Tarrant could see the glare in the Black Kings eyes as they closed in on the army. The Black King stopped his horse in front of Tarrant.
“So, I see that the White Queen has chosen her champion,” he said in distaste. He glanced over Tarrant and mockingly laughed. “Such a weak creature to defend the goodness of Underland.”
“Stand down, Gryffn. Or be ready to fight. I am not backing down nor are the men. The White Queen rightfully owns the crown. And the crown will remain permanently on her head as long as I am alive.”
The Black King casually moved his horse along side Renervere. He glared at Tarrant.
“I will not back down,” he slimily stated.
Tarrant let an evil grin draw on his lips. He raised the Vorpal sword high in the air. “For Underland!”
The men behind him raised their swords and chanted.
“Long live, Mirana!!
The Black King lifted his sword in the air to state that the war had begun. His men raised their weapons in response and began to charge the White Queen’s army. The men behind Tarrant raised their weapons in reply to the Black King’s army and they charged as well.
The white and black metal clashed around Tarrant and Gryffn. Both the men’s horses bucked in fear and flung the men off their backs. Gryffn rolled a few feet away while Tarrant landed face down next to the horse. He looked up as Renervere was coming back down and he rolled out of the way.
He quickly got to his feet and began fighting off men around him. He smacked Renervere in the rear to get him out of the way so he could find Gryffn. Gryffn had done the same and the two men stood facing each other, swords at the ready.
“You will not win, Hatter! This battle will be mine!” he said as he lunged at Tarrant.
“Not if I can help it!” Tarrant replied as they clashed swords.
The men danced left and right, swords blocking each blow. Gryffn swung his sword over his head and Tarrant ducked. He came back up and swung his sword under Gryffn’s feet. He jumped at the attack and the men met in the middle with swords clashing.
“Such a puny man you are, Hatter! Why the White Queen chose you to defend Underland and Alice is beyond me!” He said pushing Tarrant back a couple steps. He moved closer to Tarrant and crossed his sword over his torso, protecting his chest, readying himself for the next move.
“Where is the filthy, little brat anyway! I thought since she could slay the Jabberwocky, she would be here! But here you are instead!”
Tarrant felt a bile brew in his mouth. He lunged at Gryffn and clashed his sword against the other. Metal against metal, sparks flew. Tarrant used all his strength and lifted his right knee up and kicked Gryffn in the stomach right above the pelvis. He was knocked back a few steps but lunged back at Tarrant.
“Alice isn’t back in Underland. Her granddaughter Melody is,” he grunted as he swung, missing the Black King’s head. “Alice is no longer alive since she is from the Overland.”
The Black King kicked Tarrant to the ground and stood over him, the tip of the sword at Tarrant’s throat. Tarrant was breathing heavy and he tried to lift his sword over head, but the Black King placed a foot over his arm, causing Tarrant to scream in pain, and the Vorpal sword to release from his grasp.
“No Alice? Then why do you fight?”
“For the White Queen!” Tarrant shouted, trying to wriggle free. “For Underland! From murderous thieves like you!!”
The Black King could see that Tarrant’s defense was down for a second and he motioned to two of his men to grab the Hatter. Tarrant was lifted by two arms forcing him to his knees, holding him in place. He kicked and grunted. The Black King bent down and picked up the Vorpal sword and looked at it.
“Not quite what I was expecting. I thought that it would be bigger, somehow more majestic.”
Tarrant struggled against the men’s grasped. He was slowly losing strength. He felt his breath coming heavy and the lack of oxygen was making him dizzy. But he wasn’t going to give up the fight.
The Black King took a step closer to Tarrant and drew the sword over his head. Tarrant lifted his eyes to follow the blade. The circles under his eyes grew to an evil shade of black.
“Long live the Queen,” Gryffn mocked as he moved the blade down closer to Tarrant’s torso.
“Long live the Queen!” Tarrant shouted back, elbowing both the men, forcing them to fall.
Tarrant rolled out of the way as the men fell and picked up the Black King's sword. He quickly stood to his feet, kicking The Black King, watching him fall as the sword fell out of his hands, letting the tip pierce Tarrant’s arm. He screamed and grasped his arm and felt a searing pain rush through his veins. He pulled his hand away to see blood spilling from the wound. He limped over to the Vorpal sword, picking it up. The Black King was slowly getting to his feet as he saw Tarrant looming over him with the Vorpal sword in hand, ready to attack.
Gryffn quickly got up, smacked the sword out of Tarrant’s hand again and used his other arm to punch Tarrant in the face. Tarrant wheeled around grabbing his stinging cheek and drew his hand back in retaliation. Once Gryffn was stepping backwards he picked up the sword again.
Taking a stance, he knew that Gryffn would advance and he waited.
“You might as well give up, Hatter. I have been trained in the art of fighting. What kind of formal training have you had? Hat pin art?”
Tarrant’s eyes grew wide. Pins. He remembered he always carried one with him. He lifted his wounded arm to his hat and pulled out the pin.
“Thank you for reminding me!” he said as he lunged at the Black King. He pierced the king’s eye and when he was disarmed, Tarrant stood over him.
“Surrender.”
“Never!”
Gryffn grabbed his sword and moved to Tarrant again. Tarrant held his sword out in front of him. Gryffn came to a sudden stop and placed his hands to his waist. His breath was slowly fading. He looked down and saw metal coming out of his torso.
Tarrant looked down as well and saw that the Vorpal sword had pierced through the King’s skin. Tarrant quickly withdrew the blade. His eyes grew wide as he watched the king fall to the ground. He cautiously stepped forward watching the King’s breathing become unstable and his eyes closing. Tarrant didn’t want to kill the King if he didn’t have to. The Vorpal sword, on the other hand, had other plans.
Tarrant backed away and watched his men continuing to fight. “Stop!” he yelled watching the metal around him cease moving. He turned again to the King. He felt his stomach rise to his throat and he closed his eyes to gain composure. He bent down, took the King’s sword in hand and walked away.
He mounted Renervere and motioned to his troops, what was left of them, to head back to the castle.
“You can either surrender and become part of the White Queen’s army or not surrender in which case you will be jailed, tried and hung. The choice is yours,” he said to the opposing men.
The men that were left standing followed Tarrant back to the castle in surrender to become part of her army.
He let his head bob to the beat of Renervere’s gallop. The pain in his body was getting too much to bear and he felt his eyes start to close. His head bobbed forward against the mane of the horse.
‘Hang in there, Hatter,” the horse said.
They made it back to the castle and Mirana was waiting for them. Tarrant slowly dismounted the horse and limped to the Queen.
“Oh! Tarrant!” she said as she came closer and seeing his wounds.
He slowly presented the sword of the Black King in front of him. Mirana took it and saw blood starting to dry on the blade. She pressed her lips tightly together as her stomach threatened to come up.
“Tarrant, we must get you inside. Your wounds need healing.”
“No,” he rasped. “I must get back to Melody. I did as the Oraculum commanded.”
“But, your wounds-”
“Will have to heal on their own.” He bowed in a stagger and turned to walk away. Every step was painful, but he just wanted to get back to his own home and rest. Besides, Melody would be wondering where he went and now that the prophecy had been fulfilled, he could tell her. He could show her Underland as he had promised.
A smile painfully fell on his lips. What was special about this girl? Why was he feeling this way? He had never done so with Alice or the rest of her family.
“On my way,” he whispered as he limped on.
*****
The sun was starting to rise and Melody had had enough. A week had past and now she was getting really worried. Something must have happened to Tarrant that he hasn’t come back. What if he was in the forest, lying dead? Her heart jumped and she flung herself out of bed and scrambled down the stairs.
Mallymkun and Thackery were still sleeping from what she could tell. She peeked out the front window and saw that the table out front was empty. She creaked open the door and headed out into the yard.
She picked up her pace when she noticed that all around her was quiet. She walked on into the forest. She wasn’t too keen about going back in there alone, but she knew she had to do it. If Tarrant was hurt and he needed help, it was the least that she could do.
The wind blew around her and gave her an eerie feeling as she walked further into the woods. The trees around her groaned and seemed to mock her as he continued walking. She pulled her jacket closer around her.
“Hatter! Tarrant!” she yelled.
The wind blew and no answer ever came back. Her feet were starting to hurt and she wasn’t sure how long she had been gone for. She did know that the sun was starting to set so she was gone at least twelve hours. Why did it feel like it was so much longer?
As the sun was starting to set, she began to whimper. She knew that she had covered the forest at least three times. And as scared as she was, she still did it. Tarrant was the only thing on her mind at the moment. She knew that she liked him the moment she recognized him. She remembered all of the stories she had been told about him and kept them at the front of her mind as she wandered the scary forest.
She wanted Tarrant back. He was the only one that would be able to help her get back to her home. She almost thought about heading on to the White Queen’s castle. But what if Tarrant would have come back while she was gone? She knew that she would have to say.
“Grandma, what would you do?” she sobbed.
Melody headed back to the house and slowly walked up the stairs. She didn’t even notice Thackery and Mallymkun speaking to her. She made her way up the stairs to the second floor. As she took a step back she headed into the room where Tarrant kept all his fabrics and things. She picked up a hat and held it close to her heart.
She walked back to the bedroom, placed her head on the pillow and began to sob. She held the hat tighter and drew her knees up.
“Tarrant, where are you!” she sobbed.
The tears continued to flow until finally she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5