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I like writing, and, just to make this longer, stuck a part of one of many books here:
David stopped, it was around midnight and they were still walking. Rose’s step was still energetic and fully awake, David’s was a little slower but he managed to keep up. “I’ll show you to a small house where you can stay, I have to go.” He brought his flask to his mouth, took a drink, then lowered it in it’s leather string that was around his neck.
Rose looked up at him. “Where are you going?”
“Getting you to safety first, then I have to report back at the castle. I won’t say a single word about you, but you have to stay in this place, the people here are very kind and will take care of you until I can get back.” David replied, leading her on a bright blue path. They could almost hear music, but it was faint and the sounds in the woods around them were almost drowning it out. “I have to warn you though, they can be a little, shall we say, odd. They love guests, and tea, and… Well, you’ll find out in just a minute.” David led her to a cheerfully lit house, where every window had a different colored light in it. He knocked.
A wiry man with curly white hair that stuck out in every direction opened the door. He had yellow teeth, a slightly crooked smile, and wore a felt top-hat over the curly mess of hair. He was pale too, and had odd taste in clothes. “Huntsman! Who’s this?” He asked, looking down at Rose.
“Rose Hood. Hatter, I need you and March to keep her here until I can come back for her.” David said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Hatter smiled and bowed. “Archimedes Hatter, Miss Hood. March Hare is inside, making tea. Wait, Huntsman, isn’t she-”
David gave him a look that told him to be quiet. “Yes, she is. Do not bewilder her with your questions, just keep her safe.” Hatter stood and raised a bushy white eyebrow. “I have to go now. Send a raven when you need me.” David turned, and left Rose alone on the doorstep.
“Come in! We don’t want you catching your death of cold!” Said Hatter enthusiastically, letting her inside. Rose went inside, and took off the hood, leaving the cloak on her shoulders. “March! We’ve got another guest.”
A short man with big glasses, brown hair, and big ears came into the living room, which was decorated in an odd way so it looked almost like Hatter’s outfit. “W-well, come in! Tea’s almost done.” March Hare looked at Rose, then started stuttering. “I-i-i-it’s…”
Hatter pressed a long, pale finger to his own lips. “Shush. Huntsman said not one word, Hare.”
“Alright, Hatter. Show her inside, and to the table. I’m going to serve some cakes and bread along with tea, just to add a little something.” A fairy whizzed past Hare’s head, and narrowly missed ramming into the doorframe. “Confusticate and bebother those dratted fairies.” Hare muttered, turning back into the kitchen.
“Don’t mind him, Miss Hood. He’s always getting on about them fairies. Thing is, they decided to move in when we did, the bright colors lured them in, I reckon, and they’ve been staying since.” Hatter said to Rose in a low voice.
Rose looked up at him, his big eyes, one green and one blue, were opened wide. She thought that they gave him a slightly crazed look, but didn’t mind. “How long have you been here, Mister Hatter?”
Hatter laughed a light, cheerful laugh that sounded like a million ringing bells. “A long while, we were here before the King Richard was born, or his own father, for that matter. Now, set yourself down here. Would you like to hang up your hood or would you prefer to leave it on?”
“I’ll keep it on, please. Can you just call me Rose?”
“Alright, if you prefer that, Rose. You may keep it on. What’s in the basket, if I may ask?”
“Bread, some sweets, jams, and one other personal item that Mother insisted I take along.”
Hatter raised his bushy eyebrow again. “Rose, if it’s a weapon, please tell me so I know that you are armed.”
Rose pulled up the lid enough to show the handle of her revolver. “I have a dagger in my skirt as well.”
Hatter nodded contently. “Alright, that’s good. No magic?” Rose shook her head. “Even better!” He exclaimed, clapping his big hands together. “Now sit down and tell us about yourself as soon as Hare comes back in.” Hatter said, smiling his crooked, crazy, slightly deranged smile.
Once Hatter and Hare were seated, Rose began to tell them about herself. “My father died, but that was a long time ago. I live with Mother now, and I’m on my way to visit Grandmother since she’s not feeling well.” She finished, smiling just a little bit.
Hare gave a small shout as a small fairy tugged on his ear. “Cut it out, you vagabond!” He hissed at it, then he turned back to Rose. “So, a quick overview would be that when you were only 10, your father was killed. Before that, you have no memory, and you’ve been living with your mother since?”
Rose nodded. “Yes, Mister Hare. That’s right.”
Hatter and Hare exchanged quick looks at one another, then Hatter looked at the auburn haired girl and gave her a quick smile. “Let’s get ready for bed now, shall we? Hare, you can show her to the room, I’ll clean up.” Hatter stood and left with the dishes.
Hare stood. “Come on, Rose. I’ll show you to a room.” Rose got up and followed him up the stairs. “This blue door is my room, that bright yellow one is Hatter’s. You can have the red on on the other side of the hallway, facing his room.” Hare opened the red door, showing Rose a small, but homelike room. “Hope it suits you. Me or Hatter will call you when Huntsman is here.”
Rose smiled. “Thank you, Mister Hare. Good night.” She went into the room with her basket, and closed the door.
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“Huntsman, where is the girl?”
David looked up at Queen Marina, his brown eyes narrowed. “What girl?”
She gave a sigh of boredom, and drummed her fingers on the arm of the throne. “Rose Red Hood. Where is she?”
He set his jaw, tugging the ropes around his wrists as he tried to rummage through his pockets.
“Now is not the time for drinking, Huntsman. Where is she?” She asked impatiently. “If you find her, and bring her to me, alive, I can reward you.”
David shook his head, letting his hands drop to his sides. “You can’t reward me enough to bring anyone to you.”
“I can give her back.”
“No. You can’t. Emma is dead.” David’s face hardened at her words.
“I can. You underestimate what I can do.”
“No! I said no, and it shall remain that way, Queen.”
Queen Marina gave a sigh, then motioned for Conner to unbind him. “You will help my cousin, and track her down in the forest. If you refuse, you might as well be killed now, rather than later.”
Conner unbound him, then stood him on his feet. David cast a disdainful look at both of them. “Alright. Fine. I’ll help you. Only if you promise me you’ll leave Mother Tarina alone.” David said, rubbing his wrists where the ropes had been.
“As you wish. Go.”
David and Conner walked out a ways, a group of men dressed in forest green, brown, and black were waiting. David mounted a brown horse, and waited for Conner to mount before leading them into the woods.
------- It's called Red Rose, and I mixed up a bunch of fantasy and fairy tales together to create it...
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