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~ Trigger Warning~Katherine in Wonderland-Alt BIOFor-⋄ 𝓤ᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ 𝘽ᴏɴᴋᴇʀs ⋄-She didn't remember much of her travels from her home in Bulgaria to the lavish countryside of the Liddell's estate in England, but at nighttime as she slept she would sometimes have dreams. Torn, weltered pages from one's mind and often drenched in blood and tears as she would awaken gasping, panting for breaths and silent cries that would filter the air in their small bedroom of the Liddell estate. Her mama would always rush to her side chanting in Romanian passed down to her by her mother when the spirit would creep far beyond their intended shadows in which they were to be kept. Many nights and sometimes in her waking hours, she would see the visions and hear the voices calling to her. It wouldn't be until the time she reached adolescence that her mother would tell her the truth. Why she had these gifts, and why they had to leave their beloved homeland years ago. Katherine was brought up until the age of 6 in a modest home upon the hills and farmlands of Bulgaria. Her family had a farm in which her and her sister helped care for, maintain as their father was gone most days. Days in which were filled with love, and happiness until, like a dark cloud descending upon them, he would arrive at home. Often smelling of booze from the local tavern on the outskirts of town and other scents that were still unspeakable to Katherine. Even if it was a murmur in her mind. It was then, in these much wished forgotten night, that the crackling of time would reveal itself. The veil would slip, and as a tempest in the night they would call to her. But it was never to harm her, on the contrary. It was to protect her from the reality of what would be. She would often slip into their realm by way of a twisted golden slide leading to a babbling brook filled with rainbow fish that would leap out and blow bubbles all around. Late one winter's afternoon, little Katherine and her sister went outside to play. The air was brisk, and the girls delighted in watching the air from their very lips drift high above them in circles or however they could contort their lips into forming. They made their way to the lake that graced the back of their home and as the evening star hung high above, it cascaded over the ice in a silvery tone. Almost as a mirror reflecting the evening sky. Excitedly, Katherine grabbed her sister's small hand and pulled her onto the ice as the girls spun round and round, barely catching breath when suddenly Katherine heard a crackle and felt a shift under her very toes.But it was already too late, as she saw her sister's body slump over and disappear into the water below. She lunged towards the crack and tried to grasp her hand, but the window of time had iced over, and she watched in horror as she saw her sister descend with widen eyes into the dark abyss below. Her lips a silvery blue and her eyes losing their shine as each second came to pass. It was then her gifts would alter. Many nights after, she would spend her evenings locked away in her room speaking to her sister. But her mother never believed her then, thinking it was the young girl's way of grieving and passing the time. Her father drank even more and entered young Katherine's room now more than he had before, seeking solace, or just seeking.... It was on one of these evenings that young Katherine couldn't escape, couldn't retreat to the alternative reality in which she did on many other occasions. But from the corner of her eye, she could see her sister. Her long dark tresses hanging loosely over her shoulder as she pointed to her father's dagger on the nightstand that he placed as he removed his belt. Katherine's young eyes widened in fear, release, and dread, and she could feel the weight of her father over her all at once as she reached over and laced her tiny fingers around the wooden handle and with all of her force rose it high above him as his breath sickened her to her core and tore into the nape of his neck. The next moments were almost a blur as she could hear gurgling, cries and screams as her mother entered the room pulling her father's body off of her. Katherine was drenched in the sticky substance and ran into the bathroom as her tears melded in reds and slumped into the bath as she ran the water over her tired little body. Something that day cracked deep inside of her and her world, life would never be the same as her mother in the cloaking of night dressed her and set the entire house ablaze as they stepped towards their new life. Katherine could remember the feel of heat at her back-side and the crisp air upon her cheeks as a smell she would never forget filtered in the surrounding air. Present day-England Lindell Estate The two girls became fast immediate friends as their minds both tittered to other worlds as did their values. Alice never feeling as she quite fit into which she was borne, and Katherine never feeling fully stepped into the world around her. Her life had very much been tethering between the lands of reality and hidden in the mist of time everlasting. Alice's father was a kind man and gave more than adequate shelter to the young Katherine and her mother, but he frowned on the girl's connection immensely. He felt with Katherine's urging that Alice would more rebel into her land of how he saw, make believe and coil more so away from her birthing rights and responsibilities. Katherine's days were, much as they were when she was younger, as she helped tend to the farmlands, the many acres of crops in which Alice's family owned. But on some occasions they girls would trickle away and hide out near the brooks and streams near the modest estate and share in their dreams, secrets and passions for what at that time was not reasonable for a girl coming in age as they were supposed to be groomed in upcoming of marriages, raising families rather than the story books novels inside their heads. But neither of them much cared and spent their days giggling, playing and dreaming... Entering WONDERLAND Simmering bee's and dragonflies coiled all around her as she plummeted in the long emerald blades, giggling and holding to her knee's as the other darted to and fro in search of the raven haired beauty. It was their afternoon game of hide and seek, and Katherine favored this time of day the most. The morning star rose high above, eclipsing the lands below in a heated golden haze as the streams illuminated the wings of birds that bore to flight. A young boy drew closer as Katherine's tawny fawn like eyes peered over the stands above, and as he turned she crouched lower and held so still she appeared as a statue in the midst of wildflowers as they swayed and hummed in a lingering breeze.Before her, a tiny bee made due of a plump, lush petal and sipped peevishly in the center pistol's dew. As she drew nearer, she could see his fur like coat into a sea of black and a hinged prickly stick protruding on hid back side. Her Mama had warned her of touching such creatures, as their sting could bring fevers and chills. But as in Kat's nature, she found herself raising her dainty finger wanting to pet, brush over his silken tiny strands. She could almost heed her mother's warning, "Curiosity killed the Kat," she would hum to her jokingly, making much of the duplicity of Kat's name. But Kat found it not all clever, given if life was meant to be played safe, wouldn't we all be held up in a bubble somewhere? Instead of given legs and hands to touch, feel and explore?Her mother would just shake her head, finding Kat to be too rambunctious even for her wild liking, and stated her wonders would one day lead to her death. Her finger finally touched the little bug's middle section as he suddenly winded around and pricked her finger with the needle held . "Ouch!" she cried and shot up from her hiding grounds, not even carrying if she had given away such a clever spacing. The tiny needle still placed in her flesh as she tugged it from its bearing, and blood spilled over all at once from the hole it created. Fear creeped upon her cherub face as she knew her mother would be furious, but then remembered of a brushing in yonder forest that bore leaves that would heal her terrible wound. With much haste she fled from her hiding grounds and disappeared into the forest before her. The grand oak tree's and taunting branches silhouetted high above her as straddles of golden lights shone into the forest below. In the distance she could hear a babbling brook as it winded and tossed over the rocks and boulders that slept in its cool embrace as fish bubbled up making dainty gurgling sounds that Kat could surely hear. She started to giggle, leaning over to remove her tiny slippers as she liked to feel the moss, leaves and pillowing of smooth rocks beneath her tiny paddings.Furthering in the forest, she suddenly froze as she swore she could hear her childhood friend Alice strumming in the distance."Alice???", she called out, but no answer was found. She followed as best she could the sound that she had just heard and found herself standing in front of an old well with Alice's silken ribbon fluttering in the wind like a lost sparrows wing. As she leaned over, peering into the dark abyss of the well, she could faintly hear the pitter-patter of feet and panic overtook her small, petite frame as she climbed over the edging and called out to her friend once more. "Alice? Oh no," she mumbled, "Alice, can you hear me?" Her pulse began to quicken as she slid into the large bucket and unlatched the coiled rope to the side. "I'm coming! If you are hurt, don't move!" Slowly she lowered herself into the well as she grunted, whimpered, seeing the ropes threading start to give way, before a gust of smoke, dusting, and a sharp snap wisped in the surrounding air, and she found herself free-falling in the lands of time before, a deep resonating thud pressed hard to her back and a bush gathered her in her fall. She fell in a well and thought she lost her mind. But it was Wonderland and all in the same, "We are all mad her the chesire cat said. A mind is a frivilious thing. Not a need. Trust me, you will be fine." Dizzy and rathered stirred, she felt groggy as she placed her elbows below her frame and gingerly rolled off the bush as leaves dangled like colourful stars in her long coiling of curls. Her vision was still blurred as she looked around. Flowers of monstrous shapes and sizes danced in a lilac breeze and perfumed the air in a sweet honey scent as creatures in the very colors of the rainbow pranced and leaped in midair, buzzing and speaking in her native tongue as confusion peppered over her every feature. "Where am I,?" she mused and tried to get to her bearings as she slowly stood up, her knee's slightly wobbly from the impact of her fall as she spun around slowly, hearing the crackling of twigs below what sounded to be the thumping of feet.When her vision started to clear, she saw a white rabbit in a powdery blue vest and circular eyes glasses as to the ones her Papa used to wear. Kat trailed her fingers through her silken locks searching, looking for some kind of bump as the views in front of her, all around her, made not any logical sense she could muster with. "Who are you?" she asked in a questionable tone as the rabbit spoke back to her utter surprise."You are very late!!!TICK TOC GOES THE CLOCK! Follow!" he brazenly insisted and beckoned her with his short arms to follow. The Sway of the Pendulum As she followed the white rabbit she remembered a childhood fable, and although most of it escaped her she remembered the one weary line, DOWN, DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WE GO, WHERE IT WILL STOP? YOU MAY NEVER KNOW. The tree's and bushes almost seemed to move as Kat tilted her head perplexed wondering if she did indeed suffer a concussion given the visions she was seeing before her and as soon as she could finish her thoughts an abnormally long wooden table was before her, and the rabbit to her side spoke once again, "Here she is Hatter!" and took his leave after a very dramatic bow. Katherine's looked up at the table in front of her and saw cakes of all shapes and sizes in a marvel of colors, too. The detailing was quite exquisite and obviously by a professionals hand. As tiny tea cups with dainty pink flowers set in front of six chairs stood before her.She was so captivated by the sight, as well as the rumbling in her tummy, she hardly noticed the other occupants sitting around the table when she heard someone clear their throat in an almost muted tone and her tawny eyes shot up seeing a mouse at her left, and a rabbit to her right and as she gazed forward a man, but not quite...... His eyes dangled like rubies of stars and his hair drenched in tangerines as his lips parted in an almost suspicious way as he beckoned her to sit. Almost in a trance she sat upon the chair before her and her scarlet dress breezed over the sides of the chair, and once seated she noted a strange creature shuddering below the table, and she peeked below, raising the table sheet to a dog, no, wolf with six gleaming fright filled eyes and an ivory coat.She froze and rose her head up once more. "I must have suffered a concussion, or I am asleep." Shaking her head as she thumbed her fingers upon her crown, once again she could her the loud ticking of a clock and thought of the rabbit's words from earlier. Suddenly, her eyes widened once more, and she went into a trance, "Tick toc, there goes the clock and off with his weary head." she mumbled and shook her head at her mere words.