![]() ![]() He brought boys from the Other Place to join in the fun, but Peter’s idea of fun is sharper than a pirate’s sword. Peter brought me to his island because there were no rules and no grownups to make us mind. There is one version of my story that everyone knows. That secret is a butterfly that lives in a jar, a butterfly that was supposed to be gone forever, a butterfly that used to be called the Jabberwock. ![]() But someone knows her secret-someone who has a secret of his own. In the New City lives a girl with a secret: Elizabeth can do magic. ![]() But the verdant fields are nothing but ash- and hope is nowhere to be found. A place where Alice could finally rest, no longer the plaything of the Rabbit, the pawn of Cheshire, or the prey of the Jabberwocky. The land outside of the Old City was supposed to be green, lush, and hopeful. Just a tea party long ago, and long ears, and blood… She doesn’t remember why she’s in such a terrible place. Her hair, once blond, hangs in tangles down her back. In a warren of crumbling buildings and desperate people called the Old City, there stands a hospital with cinderblock walls which echo the screams of the poor souls inside. ![]()
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