It was a supposed to be monotonous day. You had nothing out of the ordinary planned, nothing special you needed to do. Perhaps you would do some shopping, perhaps you would go watch T.V; in other words, simple. tedious tasks that you do habitually. The humdrum of an unvaried routine would echo in your mind, and you were none the worse off - perhaps you were content with the tedium, or perhaps you wavered on what kind of life you wished you had, not quite content with your current one, but also afraid to start a new one; or perhaps you took an extreme wish, and held on to the glimmer of hope in your heart, wishing that somehow, someday, the unthinkable would happen, and magic would color your life.
Today, of all days, that wish would come true.
You were all different individuals; some similarities, many differences. Nothing you could have known would have led you to predict that your fates would become entangled. You were worlds apart, and so apart from the other that whatever you did share in common would have been rendered moot by the physical and mental distances. But today, you shared between all of you three things:
Right now, your days was uninspiring; a restless feeling of ennui had overcome you.
Right now, you were walking away; from your room, from the supermarket, from a life you wished to leave behind.
And, right now, you were ALONE.
You all turn a corner, and find yourselves lost . . .
Shadows surrounded you. You do not know where they came from, or what they are shadows of, but you know you cannot get caught. You've felt the chill of their breath; you've seen their cloaks of death. You hear their whispers in the dark, calling out to you, and know that they yearn for you. And most of all, you can taste the decay in the air, something that they had brought along with them, something that they will bring to you if you do not run!
The world you are now in is a twisted mockery of the world you know. The sun is sickly green, it's rays dizzying you and confusing you; the earth is a dark-purple stain, the color of bruised skin, with the texture to match. The trees that surround you are gnarled and withered and black as death, yet they stand tall and terrifying, their branches seeming to follow your every step, like hands tempted to grab you in a thorny embrace. The sky is a bright, blinding red, and scarlet blood drizzles down from its gray clouds.
You are Alice, lost in mad Wonderland out to make you one of its own.
You start losing breathe, and feel your energy drain away, as your legs waver and your mind sinks into despair. Then, suddenly, a glimmer hope appears, like a light at the end of a tunnel. You hear voices and turn. From across you are other girls, girls who are fleeing from the same shades that haunt you. And, more importantly, you see a girl waving towards all of you, dressed in what looks to be the child of a ball gown and a suit of armor with an azure spear in hand. There are no shades around her.
"You girls! Over here, quickly!"
And thus your adventure begins.
Today, of all days, that wish would come true.
You were all different individuals; some similarities, many differences. Nothing you could have known would have led you to predict that your fates would become entangled. You were worlds apart, and so apart from the other that whatever you did share in common would have been rendered moot by the physical and mental distances. But today, you shared between all of you three things:
Right now, your days was uninspiring; a restless feeling of ennui had overcome you.
Right now, you were walking away; from your room, from the supermarket, from a life you wished to leave behind.
And, right now, you were ALONE.
You all turn a corner, and find yourselves lost . . .
Shadows surrounded you. You do not know where they came from, or what they are shadows of, but you know you cannot get caught. You've felt the chill of their breath; you've seen their cloaks of death. You hear their whispers in the dark, calling out to you, and know that they yearn for you. And most of all, you can taste the decay in the air, something that they had brought along with them, something that they will bring to you if you do not run!
The world you are now in is a twisted mockery of the world you know. The sun is sickly green, it's rays dizzying you and confusing you; the earth is a dark-purple stain, the color of bruised skin, with the texture to match. The trees that surround you are gnarled and withered and black as death, yet they stand tall and terrifying, their branches seeming to follow your every step, like hands tempted to grab you in a thorny embrace. The sky is a bright, blinding red, and scarlet blood drizzles down from its gray clouds.
You are Alice, lost in mad Wonderland out to make you one of its own.
You start losing breathe, and feel your energy drain away, as your legs waver and your mind sinks into despair. Then, suddenly, a glimmer hope appears, like a light at the end of a tunnel. You hear voices and turn. From across you are other girls, girls who are fleeing from the same shades that haunt you. And, more importantly, you see a girl waving towards all of you, dressed in what looks to be the child of a ball gown and a suit of armor with an azure spear in hand. There are no shades around her.
"You girls! Over here, quickly!"
And thus your adventure begins.
