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When in his bottle, Cyrus tried not to count the days. Usually, he couldn't even see day light since the grate was on the bottom of the bottle so he couldn't if he tried. But his bottle had landed on it's side in this new strange city so he'd had a view of not only the sun but the goings on of the new city.
He never thought he'd seen a realm as strange as Wonderland...but this city was coming close. The people of the city had been running around with strange powers and magic and no one seemed to be in control of themselves. What kind of realm had so many people inexperienced with magic? From the stories Alice had told him of her world, there was no magic. Maybe this was a world where magic had been introduced just recently? Who knew.
Cyrus would never know until someone found his bottle and that was only a manner of waiting. He really hated waiting. It only led his thoughts to wander and wonder where Alice was and if she was alright. Not even the distraction of watching this new world could completely purge his love from his thoughts.
He never thought he'd seen a realm as strange as Wonderland...but this city was coming close. The people of the city had been running around with strange powers and magic and no one seemed to be in control of themselves. What kind of realm had so many people inexperienced with magic? From the stories Alice had told him of her world, there was no magic. Maybe this was a world where magic had been introduced just recently? Who knew.
Cyrus would never know until someone found his bottle and that was only a manner of waiting. He really hated waiting. It only led his thoughts to wander and wonder where Alice was and if she was alright. Not even the distraction of watching this new world could completely purge his love from his thoughts.
