Mark of Merlin, PrologueThe piercing cries of the newborn's screams rang into the dark forest, sparking interest to the scurrying mice and the brooding owl perched by the hut. It ascended to the skies above and towards the heavens. The night marked the sign of January's arrival, of when the year would be born anew. The lands had already been cursed with winter's breath, as the trees had turned barren and Britain was flooded in a never-ending sea of white.
The night also marked the bringing of a new soul into the world: a boy. He was only hours old, cradled in the arms of the elderly woman. She did what she could to coo him silent, but it only made him scream louder, tiny fists clenched in frustration. The old woman rubbed her wrinkled thumb down his cheek, silently envying the child's smooth skin while she was doomed to die an ugly hag. How she hated the children... so beautiful... so precious...
A choked groan snapped the elder from her thoughts, turning her head to the pallid young woman sprawled about the
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One day, you will find your own Wonderland."
My father often told tales of an epidemic called the 'Red Scare' and how it tore through the land, turning friends into targets, and bringing forth a new terror to the world. Countries that were once allies in the old war now had each other in their cross hairs. Spies had infiltrated the enemy's land, gathering information for their side. My father, with a flash of disappointment in his tone, told us of how the war soon turned to a standstill, and how no lives were lost, until a single press of a button unleashed Lucifer from Hell. In an instant, children who were walking home from school, mothers who were cleaning house and preparing a roast, and men who were puffing cigars while laughing their cares away managed but a confused glance to the white flash. There were those who were dubbed lunatics by their friends who had registered their loved ones to shelters deep in the earth.
To the crazy prophets, the world ended on Octo