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New Land of Wonders

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Chapter 2: Sweet Comfort and a Dark Revelation

A man and a woman stepped forth. But that was easily an understatement. Just like the maid, they were all dressed up, blinged out to the nine.

The man was dressed in a suit. Nothing like a suit and tie kinda deal but more like an old timey kinda suit. Didn’t make him look any less regal, he wasn’t young but wasn’t old either, combed back blonde hair with a big beard and mustache. His height and heavyset stature was a sign of strength, but the jovial expression on his face, the bloodred color of his suit, and his black bolo tie, he both looked like both a classic gentleman who appreciated the refined things in life and the fun friend you would hang out with to do things at night you knew you shouldn’t be doing. If he wasn’t a total stranger, Christie would have been tempted to go up there and clap hands with him.

The woman on the other hand was totally different. A dark green dress that looked like something you’d find a good old fashioned southern lady wearing, long sleeves with frills at the end and a long skirt. She knew how to dress to impress all the same, even with most of her skin covered up, she had a hell of an hourglass figure, save for an exposed neckline giving all her viewers a window into her lovely cleavage, her breasts all but spilling out of her dress. Naturally she was damn beautiful to boot, long red hair tied up in a bun with actual ringlets on the side of her head. But she had a rather cold disposition to her.

The man had fairly dark skin where the woman was a little paler. Christie barely took notice of that, given the situation she was in. But it was going to make a lot more sense very soon.

“How is my dear daughter?” said the man.

“Your what?” said Christie.

“Oh dear, it’s worse than we thought,” said the woman, she said putting a concerned hand on his shoulder. “We knew when she had that carriage accident that things would be awkward. I always taught her to be careful and now here we are!”

“You’re my parents?”

He smiled. “Well there might be hope yet. Do you remember your name?”

“Christie...” She almost said her last name but stopped at the last moment. With everything else weird going on, she had a feeling it wasn’t right. And it felt wrong to say that name at all. Like something else was compelling her.

She was suddenly hit with a series of images. She had never seen any of them before in her life. Strangers in strange lands, all of it should have shocked her.

And yet it didn’t.

She was riding a horse carriage alright. Out on a series of lush green hills under a clear blue sky. She had emerged from the cabin to get a better taste of the wide and open air. She had pushed the driver aside to take control of the reins herself.

It was exhilarating. The joy of driving a car and finally getting her license, her freedom, was a memory that would always stay with her. But that time was nothing compared to this. Here the wind was running through her hair and the stamping of hooves under her. It was was intense, it was fast paced, and she never felt more alive.

“Miss Savage!” said a male voice beside her. “Please stop! You don’t know what you’re doing!”

It was getting faster and faster. Her vision was shaking, it almost felt like it was going to collapse on itself. Her favorite horse, a dun colored one, was racing up a series of rolling hills and then they jumped downwards. She blinked and then she was back in the present. Reality or what passed for reality anyway. “Christina. Christina Savage.” The words came out of her mouth before the name even popped up in her head. She said it so naturally that it didn’t even faze her.

The man lit up. “Oh dear, she remembers! There might be hope yet!”

“Hope, yes,” said the woman. “But we shouldn’t get our hopes up, should we? Let’s just wait and see how she recovers. In the meantime, we should focus on things we can take care of. We were planning on putting down that horse as a wild one.”

“But if the damage wasn’t that bad then...”

“Hey don’t go killing any horses for me!” said Christina. “I don’t care what happened. I was probably doing something real stupid to provoke it or something.”

Like running out into an open street to save some stupid bitch from getting run over.

But as she reflected on that last memory, she was suddenly hit with another series of images.

She was riding the carriage in the driver’s seat. Riding over the hills, it was the most excited she had ever felt. Holding the reins herself, she spurred the horse to go faster and faster than ever before.

“Miss Savage, please!” begged the man beside her.

She didn’t know it was possible to go this fast. The horse rode hard up another ascending hill, bringing the carriage with it. Christina had a big dumb smile on her face, she felt invincible.

Too fast. She should have listened to him. The wagon was built as tough as any other, but it could not defy the laws of physics. As soon as the horse reached the ascent, the slope downward was far steeper than any other. Even as high on life as she had been, she knew it was a bad idea.

The man beside her was thrown off the carriage. Christina looked back at him, he had been knocked onto the ground and was lying on his side. But she didn’t have too much time to reflect on that, not when she looked back at the descent facing her. The height was enormous, and at that speed, she knew there would be trouble.

The last memory she had was a scream that blocked out everything else.

Christina jumped at that like she had been struck. Her vision and hearing began to dull a bit after that, that’s how strong the impact was. She remembered that car that hit her, the strange feeling of vertigo after. Everything seemed so transitory and her whole body began to waver.

The only thing she was really aware of was sound. Not loud sound like the car hitting her or her screaming when she was thrown off from that carriage. No, the sounds of people talking, her parents. But it was really loud, she couldn’t make out a single word that was being said. What’s worse was that she was really woozy. Her head didn’t ache but it did feel clogged up.

She was suddenly aware of her hearing returning to her in a sharpness that felt like it was stabbing at her brain. She could hear and see everything acutely all over again. “And what if it hurts you again?” said her mother. She said that, but it sounded like she was snapping at Christina personally.

“What?” said Christina.

“Do you really think she wants that?” said her father.

“What she wants?” said her mother. “Are you saying we should entertain all of our daughter’s foolish notions? Or let her wild flights of fancy hurt anyone else for that matter? No, we nearly lost her,” she said, turning to her husband. “I say we kill that wild horse before it does anymore damage.”

“And what if it ain’t wild?” said Christina.

Her mother turned back to her daughter and smiled coldly. “Preposterous. What other reason would there be? No dear, your head must still be hurting. Clearly you need your rest...” she said, before waving her hand down in that patronizing manner so typical to women before she turned away.

“I antagonized it, okay? I took the reins from the driver and acted like an idiot, spurring it on. It’s my fault. The horse ain’t wild. The horse...” She paused and said, “Listen I gotta know, it’s okay right? No broken legs?”

“We purchase only the finest bred horses. You know that. It would always land well. Even a wild horse like that one is not brain damaged enough to forget that.”

“Thank god! And uh ... how about the driver? The guy beside me?”

“He was harmed, but recovered. No, the only one that suffered serious damage is you.”

“That’s good.”

“Good?” said her father. “It is not good! I was starting to abandon any hope that you would ever wake up!”

“Wait, serious damage? You gotta tell me, how long was I out?”

“It’s been almost two months now,” said the mother.

“Two months...” She looked again. “And that horse, after all that time, you didn’t kill it?”

“Only because your father insisted otherwise. He said it’s your favorite horse, that you spent so much time with it that if you found out we killed it when you woke up, that you would be heartbroken and fall into a coma again.”

Yeah, why the fuck would I have overtaken a horse carriage? For shits and giggles? I’m not half as smart as I’d like to be, but I ain’t that fucking stupid. Saving a dumb bitch from being run over makes sense. Going nuts on a horse on the hills is not.

She looked at her father and smiled. “Thanks dad.”

He looked down and grinned deeply. It was almost like he was blushing. “Well, anything for my favorite daughter!”

Her mother’s expression hadn’t changed one bit, but Christina felt a definite aura of irritation growing. And how henpecked is my dear old dad by this woman? No wonder I’m his favorite daughter. Then she caught herself. My dear old dad, huh? Funny how things are right now. It feels so right to think of this whole thing as normal. Come on, wake up stupid!

She pinched her arm. Nothing, she was still here.

Looks like I’m gonna be staying in Wonderland for just a little longer.

But it wasn’t that bad. Looking around her at this fine estate, a rich family, horses. Raised as a guy, she didn’t have too much time to spend on that idea of wanting a pony. After transitioning, she entertained it as a cute idea, like dolls and stuff like that. Didn’t have too much to ponder it after that. And yet as her whole life had changed, she allowed it as a fantasy she wanted to have. Others might think it was childish, let them. She was denied the childhood she wanted to have.

Here it seemed like every girlhood idea of hers was coming true. In spite of how alien everything was to her, in spite of an actual foxtail and ears, she was okay with it. She was okay with this world being real and the other one being fake.

Fuck me, is this the real world? Are all my memories, Anita, Bryant, all of them, that car crash, is that all just a result of some head trauma from falling off a horse? She slapped her forehead.__ I’m such a hot mess right now.

She looked back at her parents. The thought was silly, but in this new world in this new body with this new identity, there was no other way to look at them. Looking at their attire, she could get used to living like this. In the back of her mind, she had kept thinking that she would blink hard and everything here would go away. That was what she wanted, to go back to the real world. But perhaps things didn’t have to go that way. Maybe all she had to do was forget about her old life.

Just as she was thinking on that, there was a set of quick and flurried footsteps. Christina looked in that direction and saw another maid had joined them. Not the weirdest thing here.

She was a bit different from the other one. Tall, not giant but compared to everyone else here, she looked like a basketball player. Long wheat colored hair pulled back into a ponytail, she had a long face. She didn’t look jacked like any of the female athletes that Christina had seen, but she had wide shoulders.

This new maid bowed low before the two nobles and whispered something to them. Her parents didn’t say anything but they looked surprised. Then they whispered something else and she left.

She didn’t like being kept in the dark. Those thoughts about a murder cult didn’t seem nearly half as convincing to her now that she knew a little more, but she still didn’t entirely trust this situation. Her mother was standoffish enough, and her father’s nice demeanor could be a front. She was planning on getting up and finding some distance from everything, make a plan.

A plan for what?

A thousand flurried thoughts hit her on how foolish it was to want to get away. Her current condition, her gross ignorance of the layout of this place, and then there was what she would do if she managed to get outside. For all she knew, this place was safe as could be while the outside world was a den of cutthroats and killers. She wanted to kick that smartassed voice precisely because it was the voice of reason.

No right now just lay low and figure out what you can.

The second maid stepped back inside and then she bowed low, and the first maid followed suit. “Presenting his lordship, Master Sigfried Marius,” they both said in unison. A man stepped inside. Christie almost jumped at the sight of him.

He was huge. That was her first thought, and then that was followed by thoughts of danger. He looked like one of those big bear dudes you’d see in a horror movie, usually the killer. It wasn’t just that he was a giant of a man, muscular all over. It was that there was a scar marking one of his eyes. At first Christie thought he only had one eye but then she realized that it was more like that villain Scar from that movie The Lion King.

And he looked like a lion alright. Short dark hair too, not a warrior buzzed over like in any infantry course but someone more like a medieval knight riding on the fields of battle. Her instincts high up, her awareness returned to her in an instant and she got a better look at him. He had dark skin just like her, a slightly darker shade, but together with his massive build, it only made him look so much more imposing. For all his roughness he was wearing a loose fitting short sleeved shirt where the sleeves came down to his forearms and finely stitched pants. The kind of attire that looked comfortable enough that any commoner would wear, but the look of it, there was no denying it was high quality, white with blue trim. His forearms were massive trunks, and just as covered in marks as his face was. Strapped to his back was a giant battleaxe, the kind of thing that would break anyone foolish enough to pick it up and treat such a thing like a toy instead of a weapon that deserved respect.

He was looking straight at Christie. Returning his look, she was held in place by those eyes of his, not the calm blue of pond at sunset but the almost white blue of a thunderbolt striking a tree. His gaze alone lit up his face with a wild energy. Any other guy lugging around a giant axe like that one in a fine place like this one would merely seem out of place. But those eyes lit up his face and even though he had yet to say a word, it seemed like he was laughing at everyone around him.

Despite that, he looked oddly young, his face and eyes seemingly innocent despite the scars marking his face. Especially when he smiled, it wasn’t the look of being sized up as prey and it didn’t have the creeping sliver of a monster putting on a front. However rough he looked, he was handsome alright, and she couldn’t maintain those suspicions of him being some thug, a killer looking to have his way with her.

 
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