โOh, you canโt help that,โ said the Cat: โweโre all mad here. Iโm mad. Youโre mad.โ
You are a soldier in service of the Red Queen.
It goes like this: you are an orphan, you were conscripted into the Cards as a child, and you were trained to be absolutely loyal to the Monarchy. There's thousands of people with similar stories. What sets you apart from your peers though, is the fact that youโve been having dreams of somewhere beyond the red and black tiles.
A place where flowers don't sing, and where mice don't talk. A place where you were loved. A place where you had a family.
As the years tick by, it becomes easier to keep your mouth shut and ignore the dreams. Your reality is only supposed to be the axe in your hands, and the number tattooed to your shoulder.
Itโs only when a heavily injured stranger crashes through a mirror that you learn the truth โ long ago, it was prophesied a savior from a distant land would bring an end to the tyrannical reign and usher in a new age of peace and prosperity.
Youโre not special. You were a hapless kid who fell down a rabbit hole and was conscripted into the military at twelve. But youโve just been handed a chance to return home via the savior literally falling into your lap, and you'd be a fool to pass it up.
Good thing youโre handy with a blade!
