All of these characters have a beginning. While Aurora may have grown up as the average person would, Nyx slowly gained a sense of self and went on her merry way through the magical lands of Wonderland. Hachime, the trusty maid of Nyx, had a similarly different birth. This story tells the tale of how Hachime came to be and the events Nyx encountered at that time.
Some weeks after Nyx had set up a home in Wonderland, her life was coasting along. She knew how to survive, and she had a curiosity to sate. Realizing she had magical prowess, she performed a multitude of tests in a variety of manners to understand just how far her magic could go. What could she create, grow, destroy, and reform? The actions available to here seemed to be endless, and Nyx herself knew of no boundaries. While many of these tales may come to light another day, on one fateful day she decided to try one of her strangest ideas to date: to turn a biological object into a living person. She could make hats and teapots dance around, even the Mad Hatter could do that, but could she turn a strawberry into a walking and talking puppet? The strawberry was rather arbitrary by itself, as Nyx chose it simply to fight the mocking strawberries growing around her home. She loved to be challenged, and this was what caught her boorish gaze this time.
Nyx tried, and tried, and tried again for hours on end, attempting to make a single strawberry grow beyond its means. Based on her prior experience, her theory was sound. Any result she desired should occur, yet nothing seemed to happen. Was sentient life too far, perhaps? As the sun rose high into the sky, her annoyance got the better of her. Nyx now feeling a whirl of pent up stress and annoyance decided to pay the Queen of Hearts a visit. The Queen had oh-so-kindly offered a number of invitations before and Nyx was finally feeling enough spite to heed her most gracious summons. Nyx tossed her final strawberry into a bin of past failures and grabbed some new cloth to cover herself. Bursting out the door, she began her run to the Queen’s gates.
As Nyx left and the door slammed closed, a bolt holding a shelf in place broke loose. A potion on the shelf toppled over and rolled off the edge and onto a table not far below. Rolling and rolling ever slowly to the edge where the bin with which the strawberry was tossed. The small drop from earlier lead the bottle to crack slightly, and the portion began to seep out and into the items in the bin.
Nyx finally arrived at the gate of the Queen of Hearts castle and walked right on in, as the soldiers were busy painting roses as they endlessly tended to be. Nyx waltzed through the garden and right up to the table where the Queen was feasting on her third lunch of the day. The Queen, seeing Nyx toss away her makeshift hood, realized who had arrived but was unable to speak as she began to choke on her wine. Nyx wore a terrifying smile as she watched this all unfold.
“It’s okay, Lady Queen.” Nyx spoke softly as she glared. “If you wish for heads to roll, I’ll gladly offer you mine.”
The Queen, finally regaining some composure, forced a smirk as she waved for the soldiers to surround Nyx. Before she could even make the request herself, Nyx lunged toward the closest soldier with an axe and tore it vigorously from his hands. She then extended her arms and spun around knocking all the soldiers around her to the ground in fear. Nyx slowed and steadied herself as she elegantly regained her posture.
“I can perform such services myself, Lady Queen. Do watch closely.” Nyx spoke each word as she stared deep into the Queen of Heart’s eyes. Shivers ran down the spines of all those around them, though Nyx smirked back at the queen for even considering they had any.
Near the front of the castle a small being in a robe was peeking into the courtyard, curious about what was happening. She heard the voice of someone familiar, and with a small smile, ran back from whence she came with a joyous prance. A guard nearby rubbed his eyes, assuming he was simply in the middle of a bad nightmare. Nyx walked up to the Queen, and with one foot on the table, took the axe in her hands and proceeded to whack off her own head.
The air slowly turned red and the Queen quickly passed out, Nyx’s head began to laugh maniacally as she had bested the Queen who had terrorized much of Wonderland for so long. Not many speak of the events that transpired thereafter, but every rose in the garden was beautifully painted in a shining red glaze by the next morning. For a long spell afterward, Wonderland felt an ominous peace as all the Queen’s soldiers let the other inhabitants be.
Nyx, having tested her magic on amputation many times before, returned home with her head back on as straight as she believed it to be. Her clothes were torn and soiled and her mind cleared, she felt ready to return to her quiet life of sating her random curiosities. When she opened her door and let out a loud sigh of relief she was stopped short as a young woman stood in the middle of her home.
“Welcome home, Master!” the young maiden gleefully cheered.
Smelling the scent of strawberries, Nyx looked around at the state of her home. Everything was tidy and nothing was cracked or broken, the bins were emptied, but a potion that had been gifted to her by a passing traveler sat patched and empty on her desk. Piecing together all her senses, Nyx came to understand. She dared not let her surprise or intrigue ring clear.
“Master, while your complexion is looking better than ever, we can’t possibly have you walking around like this.”
Nyx blinked and looked down at her clothes, seeing the mixture of red and black alongside her bare skin. The young woman proceeded to rip what remained of the cloth off Nyx and kicked her into the bath while she crafted a new outfit for her master to wear. Oddly, the bath smelled even stronger of strawberry. Nyx decided to pay it no mind, as she was beginning to enjoy the pampering. This would be the start of their long life together. Eventually, Nyx would grow tired of being called ‘master’ and demand to be called by her chosen name, all the while throwing out numerous names for her new acquaintance until one finally clicked with both her, and the caring strawberry maid, Hachime.