A Mad Tea Party Indeed

The cat rose an eyebrow. "And who is this brother?" it questioned. It had a few more questions, but for now, it wanted to see if this girl could keep her story straight.

The cat looked around. "And where is this Damien?" it questioned. "Wouldn't he want to come defend his poor brother?"

"Rmmhrm..." the cat said in accepting disbelief. It walked over to the mad hatter and took a picture from him, then walked back to Brielle, placing it at her feet.

He figured he had solid evidence. "The blonde one is Alice — you can clearly see that she's hurt. We can't see the face of the murderer. However, we CAN see his back, along with his red wings!" The feline pointed a paw toward Tristan. "Who else on this island has red wings? Answer me that!"

Tristan looked at the picture and snatched it up, much the cats distaste. He snorted when he saw the wings. "Okey dokey, kitty," he said. "First of all, my wings a lot bigger than that. Second of all, mine are darker. Plus, mine are lower on my back — these wings are right below the shoulders. And it kind of looks like you photoshopped this..."

He gave the cat an accusing glare.

The queen sighed. She had heard enough of this. "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" she exclaimed.

Tristan's face paled.

The mad hatter stood up. "Does it matter who took the picture? His fate has been decided, so why even bother trying to change the queen's mind?" He smirked, eyes full of malice. Just then, he pulled a red feather out of his pocket — the same color red as the wing in the picture had been.

Meanwhile, the rabbit and the cat and grabbed Tristan, but he was kicking too wildly for them to keep him still. There was no way he and Damien were going to die just because of a stupid kangaroo court.