Luna's Adventures in Wonderland

one

Luna Gaiman believed the sun was trying to kill her. Perhaps it was mad that she wasn't having fun on a summer day as this and she was practically bored to death. Her tycoon of a father was overseas, and her sister was too "old" and "mature" to play.

So she twirled around in circles on the mossy green grass of her family estate, hoping that twirling would make her dizzy enough to pass out. Her blue dress twirled with her, twirling way above her hips-if her sister were around she would scold her for having it so high for everyone to see her underwear.

Yet Luna could care less. When she did not feel an ounce dizzy she stopped her silly act. She decided to skip from the mossy grass to the garden where the fountain was.

As Luna passed through the large green bushes that towered over her like a skyscraper, she admired the many red, white, and odd smoky grey roses. The fountain was rather simple: a big bowl, with three smaller bowls stacked upon each other. Water came out of the highest bowl, over-spilling onto the other bowls, giving a hint of a waterfall.

Luna sat on the edge of the fountain, looking into the clear, almost glassy, water. Her hair was a dark brown that fell upon her shoulders in thick lovely curls. Her eyes were an odd lavender, a rare trait passed amongst her mother's family. Her skin was a creamy peach smothered in very gross sweat.

She touched the water with tip of her middle finger, testing it, and nearly recoiled her hand back from its iciness. Suddenly she had an idea, and it was a bad idea, but better than doing nothing. She inhaled air, and while holding it in, dipped her head into the water. What a jolt she felt! It was like she had fell into a whole other world of coldness.

Everything would be snow and icicles and frozen treats and igloos. She lifted her head out of the water instantly feeling the sun's hate again. She wiped the water from her eyes and stared at the rose bushed surrounding her. She began to count them, using her finger to point out each rose she saw.

And as she counted her finger stopped on a particular rose. It was a very oddly shaped rose and rather furry. As Luna stood from the fountain, walking towards the rose, she swore it began to look like a rabbit's ears. She was too close to it now and she reached out her small hand and barely touched the odd rose before it leapt out of the bush. Or rather, a man leapt out. His hair was a snow white and white rabbit ears protruded from the top of his head. His skin was pale and his eyes a frantic deep brown.

"Oh no! Oh why! I can't believe I fell asleep this time!" he hysterically yelled while swiftly pulling out a golden clock locket from his white vest jacket. His brown eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he gawked at the time,

"I'm late I'm late I'm late!" and the man began to run. And Luna followed him, finally having something to do.

"Oh me Oh my, I'm late I'm late I'm late!" the man was running around in such a hurry that Luna almost couldn't keep up. She had followed him to the great oak that lived just a little beyond the garden. She knew the tree as quite large-especially considering her small height-but somehow it appeared so much larger. And its roots had somehow grown taller than her sister.

"Oh it'll be my head this time!" the man suddenly jumped into this massive chasm that Luna never seen before. She stared down into it in awe, getting on her hands and knees, slowly leaning over the crevice to see what was inside. She leaned in a little to far, and her little hand slipped, and she fell in.

She screamed…and screamed…and screamed…and stopped screaming, realizing that this fall was very unusual. There were doors, of all sizes, falling with her. There were also keys, countless whites and reds. But there was only one key that appealed to Luna, a grey one that happened to catch her eye.

She reached out and grabbed it, and a huge red, white, and grey-splotched door appeared in front of her. She quickly put the key in the door's keyhole and it opened. Sucking her into it. With another scream, she landed on her bottom in a room that looked like her father's chessboard.

The walls, ceiling, and floor, were all in the same white and red checkerboard pattern. It was like she was in a whole other world. The only non-white or red things were two pieces of candy that lye on the floor, a few spaces before her. Written on the blue candy was

"Eat at your own risk" and on the green candy was

"Risk eating." Well Luna sure did love risking things, so she picked up the green candy, unwrapped it, and popped the sweet into her mouth. It tasted very minty, and as she chewed, the other candy began to look more and more small. Soon it looked like a grain of sand.

"So you're the risky type, huh." Said a whisky, kind of snobby, voice. Luna searched the room for a body but all she found was a door that she was sure wasn't there before. And it was the mere size of her hand. She got on her hands and knees once more, trying to become smaller so that she could see the door more clearly. It had lips and big circular eyes, like in a cartoon.

"Well if you want to be small so badly, why not eat the other candy." The door spoke. She stared at the door wide eyed.

"Im…Impossible, but you're a door, doors don't talk." Luna said, and the door snorted.

"What gives you the right to say what can and can't talk." Luna was about to retaliate, but the door was right. In her society, it was taught that doors aren't supposed to talk. Any inanimate object isn't supposed to talk. So what gave her the right to deny this door's right to talk?

"Sorry."

"Apology accepted." Luna, with the greatest precision and concentration, managed to hold the other candy without crushing it in her, somehow, large hands. She didn't bother trying to unwrap it and simply stuck the whole thing into her mouth. She began to shrink…and shrink…and shrink…and shrink. The door laughed,

"Now your too small!" Luna pouted,

"This is not funny!" the door stared down at her tiny form,

"It won't matter what size you are, where you're going." Luna lifted a dark brow; the door gave her a smug smile and gradually began to open. Behind it was…darkness?

"Just one piece of advice," the door said as Luna reluctantly walked towards the darkness with her eyes closed afraid of what was ahead.

"Keep your head." She stepped into the darkness and the door slammed shut. She slowly peaked through her eyelids and when realizing that it was no longer dark opened her eyes completely. She truly was in a whole other world.

There were upside down trees, with roots that reached to the oddly white sky with blue clouds. And the grass was not green but brown and the dirt was green. And the plants seemed combined and morphed. There were random cases of stairs that went in all directions, and various keys of white and red. Everything was either inverted, contorted, backwards, or all together strange. It was a land of odds and mysteries.

"It's a wonderland." And Luna continued on the path that would lead her to the most wonders.

She saw the man again. And he was still in hysterics and cold sweats and running around as if being chased by a behemoth. She pursued him.

"Oh no, Oh my, It'll be my head this time!" he cried.

Luna eventually had to stop and catch her breath. She couldn't believe this man had so much energy. She sat on the brown grass, now frustrated. The man was far out of her sight now, and she had no direction of where'd he gone. She lye back on the ground and stared at the inverted sky. She was rather tired, so she closed her eyes, ready to sleep. But a yelp snapped her eyes back open! Hovering over her was a girl with long auburn hair and light brown eyes.

"I finally found you!" Luna sat up; apparently this place did not allow rest.

"I found you I found you I found you!" the girl began to do some kind of dance that looked like a mixture of samba and ballet.

"Yes, yes, you found me," Luna complied,

"So who are you?" the girl stopped dancing.

"Why I'm you silly!" Luna cocked her head to the side. This girl looked nothing like her, she wasn't even her age-more like in her mid-teens. Well their eyes were similar but that was it, and there were plenty of people in the world with shared eyes-in Luna's opinion.

"I'm you in ten years!" Luna stood.

"Oh really? Prove it." The girl smiled, just as Luna would whenever challenged.

"Our father's name is Peter Gaiman, our mother died giving birth to us, and our sister is 'old' and 'mature'." Luna decided to believe this girl; at least until she had a reason not to. The girl pranced over to her taking Luna's hand into her own.

"Come one come on come on, we must find the white rabbit!" Luna assumed the white rabbit was the man she was following.

"But, he's not a rabbit, he's a man." the girl gave her a complex stare.

"Now now Luna, you must keep your mind open in this wonderland."