(Meet Sivan- the Mad Hatter. He is pro-magic)

   Sivan put his teacup back down on the garden table, and looked at the snow around him. "What news do you have to bring this time?" He asked quietly. 
   The Cheshire Cat frowned. "There has been a new invention created. The steam engine. It has the Emerald City in an uproar." 
   Sivan's flickered towards the cat for a moment, then rested on the gray sky. "And of the Red Queen?" He asked. 
   The Cheshire Cat sighed. "Things do not look good. The rebel group is not the same since you left." 
   "We've discussed this before. After what the queen..." He grimaced. "...made me into...I would bring only more trouble to you." 
    "You don't need to stay up here all of the time. There are plenty of werewolves that live in civilizations. Living alone in this castle will not help your situation."
    "To leave, so that I can be discriminated and thrown in a prison...I think I'll stay here." Sivan replied, leaning back on his seat. 
    Cheshire shook his head sadly. "March Hare and I are here for you...I'll come back on Friday." And with that, the large cat disappeared. 
    Suddenly, incredible pain overtook Sivan, with such force, he didn't realize he had fallen, until he was laying on the ground. He gasped, his eyes turning to the bright gold color of a wolf's. His fangs slowly grew, and his gasping turned into snarles. It was the time of the full moon already?
    No. He had to get a hold of himself. He struggled to get up, and trudged to the large, heavy doors of his castle. Before he knew it, he was in his room, throwing himself on his bed. "The red queen..." He gasped, wet from sweating so much. "She will pay for this..." Everything went black.