Oversized grass and ginormous mushrooms were the only scenery White could see. Pebbles on either side of the side of the slim dirt trail in front of her made her gape in awe at how much she had shrunk. She felt as if she was a red ant scavenging for food, or even a treasure hunter exploring a new island for gold and jewels. When her shadow in front of her had disappeared, she looked up to see a majestic blue, red, and white Bravery soaring over her head.
Fixing her dress and tightening the straps on her black dress shoes, she shut the red door behind her and began following the trail to wherever it may lead her. The brunette took every opportunity to touch any rock that she came in contact with while she walked. It seemed too real to be a dream. White could feel the grainy texture of each rock and the still wet dew on the tall grass.
"I've touched such things when I played outside the mansion," White tried to convince herself. "My mind has just recreated not only the landscape, but also the texture and feeling of each thing. How interesting this seems. This still has to be a dream."
Before White could continue on her way, a dull voice made a cold shiver go up her spine. "Dream you say?"
Her head shot upward towards the voice. But all she could see was an inside of a red and polka dot mushroom. Curious yet again, she stepped backward until she could see a boy on top of the mushroom.
The boy looked down on her, twirling a smoke pipe between his fingers. His pitch black hair couldn't shield his piercing blue eyes that peered down at her through his red glasses. His expression was lifeless. He wore a black suit with a royal blue vest which matched such an attitude. He wore a blue cape and had two long antennas coming out from his head. White thought he looked like a human caterpillar.
"Dream you may say, but dream it is not." The boy stated, bringing the pipe to his lips and blowing out puffs of smoke.
"And who is to say that this isn't a dream?" She scoffed.
"Who else is contradicting your statement but me?" He asked, puffing out some more smoke. "But if you must ask, I, Cheren the wisest caterpillar in all of Wonderland, have yet to prove yourself wrong."
"Well then, Cheren," She grumbled, putting her hands on her hips, disgusted by the caterpillar boy's arrogant attitude. "I don't remember 'Wonderland' being on any map I have views at my mansion. If such a place is not on a map it doesn't exist."
"The flaw in your statement is that you only looked what was inside this 'mansion' of yours. What of other maps beyond that place? What of other maps beyond that place?" Cheren countered. "Have you checked those?"
"Well no, but-" White began but Cheren held up a hand to stop her.
"Then you cannot claim that Wonderland does not exist, nor can you back up your theory of this being a dream, am I wrong?" Cheren then cracked a devious grin at his victory, drawing in another puff of air and letting it out, making circles as he did so.
"Now," He murmured at the now speechless brunette. "You are clearly wandering in a dangerous direction to our Queen's castle. I would suggest walking straight forward past this mushroom to the Hatter's."
"Queen?" White asked. "What dangers will occur? What would the Queen do to an innocent maiden as myself?"
"Well behead you of course," Cheren responded.
"For what, exactly, would she behead me for? I did nothing wrong." White pursed her lips, waiting for him to respond.
"For trespassing," Cheren grinned, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pocket watch, clicking it open. "Now if you start walking now you just make it to the tea party."
"What tea party is that?" White asked.
"A tea party is a tea party," Cheren mumbled. "A tea is the same as a tea and a party is just a party."
"I didn't mean it like-"
"You ask too many questions," He sighed, taking a deep breath and blowing into his smoke pipe. Smoke began to wrap around him, making it hard for White to see. "Just go straight past this mushroom and you shall see a table where the hatter, the hare, and a dorm mouse tell stories of random subjects and where you will sit and drink tea and laugh."
And then the caterpillar was gone.
"How troublesome," White whined, following Cheren's orders and walked off the trail and straight passed the mushroom. "He didn't even tell me how long I'm supposed to be walking for."