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Alice's Daughter	By : Burton_Wanna_Be Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: OK, so a little warning there will be two twists. One to make things more interesting and one to just make it more fun. Hope you don't kill me for either of them.
Chapter 15
Tempest stood on her balcony some time later, looking out at the once beautiful land. After the meeting had disbanded Alaric had asked if she wanted to join him while he did some things but she had wanted to be alone. Now she leaned against the railing and tried not to think about what the Oraculum had shown them but she couldn't help it. Deep inside she had always known what it was going to say but she still had hope. She wanted her chance to prove that she could be like her mother while still being herself. Then again, she'd always wanted to prove she wasn't her mother.
It didn't help that, as she looked across the burned land, her dream echoed through her head. Jack's words forefront in her mind.
Tarrant entered her room and stood beside her, eyes cast on the land. Neither spoke as they watched what few animals were left brave the unknown danger. Temp knew what was on her father's mind and didn't want to cause him more pain by bringing it out. Thinking about Alice always hurt him. And Hatter knew what was on her mind, the inevitable fight that her mother, not her, was supposed to star in. He looked over at her and opened his mouth to finally speak.
Suddenly there was a large boom and the entire palace shook. Tempest nearly fell, catching herself on the railing. With wide eyes she looked out and saw a plume of smoke coming up from the forest in the distance. A sense of dread settled in her heart.
"What is that?" She called over the noise of the people and creatures inside the castle.
"I don't know but come on." Hatter turned and hurried from her room. Tempest followed him closely. A few yards later they came across Alaric. Hatter called out. "Alaric!"
"Hatter, Tempest!" The prince paused for a moment, waiting for them, and then began hurrying back through the hall. "Any idea what's going on?"
"We saw a plume of smoke off in the distance, most likely from the Strange Garden." Tarrant called as they began to run.
"Shit!" Alaric cursed and muttered something in Outlandish.
"Wait!" Tempest stopped, the two men turning to look at her. "The forest where I came here from? Where the door is?"
"Yes, what-" Before Alaric could say anything else another quake rocked the stone castle.
Breath caught in her throat, Tempest blasted past him when she was able to stand. She raced down the stairs, heading for the parapet that over looked the kingdom. She could scarcely hear her father and Alaric behind her as her fear pushed her on.
The castle dwellers all jumped out of her way as she sped past. Many began to whisper; fear and anxiety filled their voices. She knew what was happening but didn't want to believe it. The area had obviously been burned but the door had been safe. Surly nothing could happen to something that was magical enough to bring someone from another world here.
Without slowing down she burst through the doors sealing off the parapet, not caring about the light drizzle of rain that had started, and nearly flung herself over the railing before she was able to stop. She took a few panting breaths then clumsily grabbed the telescope. Still painting she looked through it, searching for the smoke. What she found almost had her dropping the fragile equipment.
Since most of the forest was burnt there was a near clear view to the door. A door that was now on fire, the strange purple flames licking up its wooden frame. The once untouched garden behind it now nothing but a pile of smoking ash. A black shadow moved and a stream of more purple lightning like fire shot at the door. Then with a loud crack that reached her, even over the vast distance, the magical door shattered. Bits of its wood flew high into the air, getting caught by the wind.
"NO!" She screamed, nearly dropping the eyeglass as her hands fell to her sides. Disbelief shook her, causing her to sway and her knees to turn to pudding. She stumbled backwards, slipping on the smooth, wet stone.
Tarrant caught her, holding her to him as he lowered her to the ground. "Tempest, are you alright?"
"Th-the d-door." She deftly pointed in the direction.
Alaric and Tarrant exchanged a long look before the prince took the telescope and found the place she indicated. He gasped and began to shake. "Th-this can't be happening."
"What's happened?" Hatter called from his spot still on the ground with Tempest. More people started to join them.
"The magical door has been destroyed." Alaric answered not turning to them.
"That's not possible." It was Mirana's voice. Tempest barely registered the white dress that passed them. A moment later and she cried out. "No! It's gone."
Then there was nothing. It was as if everyone was frozen. Tempest felt her father's arms tighten around her still shaking frame, and the air in his lungs whooshed out his mouth. She blinked and forced herself to stop the shaking and looked around. Mirana, Alaric, and Michael were standing by the railing, Chessur, Nebula, and Castiel floated near her while Thackeray, McTwisp, Mallymkun, and Talon stood near the door. Just behind the door she could see Raynum, the Tweedles, and Mally's daughters.
"How's tha' possible?" Thackeray yelled, twitching slightly.
"That door has been there since the beginning!" McTwisp wrung his paws together.
"That door can't be destroyed!" Tweedledee spoke that time.
"Contrary wise, nothing can destroy that door." Tweedledum added.
Tempest's breath left her in a shaky stream. She looked up at Tarrant to see him starring off in the direction of the door. His eyes were changing to a grey, then slowly to a dark red. His madness was taking over, she realized. "Oh Gods." She breathed.
Hearing the absolute fear in Tempest's whisper Alaric turned to her. He followed her stare to see what had her eyes wide and mouth dropped open. All the blood drained from his face when he saw the red eyes of the Hatter. Quickly he jumped the distance between them, pulling her out of his grasp. Hatter's arms fell lifelessly to his sides.
"This isn't going to be good." He whispered. "He's gone at the moment and we don't know what's going to happen."
As soon as the words left his mouth Hatter began to mutter something. "Tha door… Alice… meh Alice… door…"
"Father?" Tempest tried to steel her voice but failed, she ended up sounding like the scared child she had once been. She started to reach for him but Alaric stopped her.
"Don't, you may set him off." He pulled her further away and turned to Chess. "Chess, go get a few knight, please, and hurry." With a nod of his feline head Chess disappeared to do as the prince asked, Nebula following him. "Talon, I suggest you get your daughters away from here. Tweedles, McTwisp, get everyone out of the corridor around here." The mouse soldier quickly scampered off after a reassuring nod from his wife, followed by the nervous white rabbit and the twins.
Thackeray and Mally inched closer to Hatter, being his closest friends they had a better chance of reaching him. Michael stepped in front of Mirana, hand resting above his sword, just in case, his mouth set in a grim line. Castiel moved to float by Tempest, placing a paw on her shoulder as Alaric moved her behind him.
"What's going on?" Temp asked trying to get around Alaric, looking once more at the forest. It was gone. The door was gone. How was she supposed to get back? How was her mother going to return here? Alice couldn't be the Champion if she couldn't get here. Tarrant's mumbling grew louder.
"Hatter isn't Hatter right now. His madness has taken over." Alaric answered his voice grim. "When he gets like this there's nothing we can do to calm him down. We don't know what he's going to do."
"Let me near him. I might be able to help." She tried to shove past him.
The prince turned to look at her. "You don't understand. The last time this happened was a few years ago when he found something of Alice's. He was in a rage for two days, destroying everything he could get his hands on. Nothing helped."
Suddenly Hatter stood, breath coming out in deep draws. His voice grew louder still, his accent so thick she couldn't even make out the English words. His hands curled into fists, clinching so tight his nails bit into his palms through the fabric of his gloves. Vaguely she became aware that it was getting darker and the rain was picking up. She looked up to see the clouds darkening to an almost black.
"Um, th-the last time he was like this, did it rain?" She swallowed at the flash of lightning that lit the sky.
"It stormed fiercely." Castiel answered, her smile long gone and worry shining in her cerulean eyes.
"Then I suggest we get inside." Temp spoke just as a loud crack of thunder burst through the air, shaking the ground.
Then Tarrant threw back his head, hat falling off, and gave the most primal cry Tempest had ever heard. Bolts of lightning sparked around them, a few striking the ground, as if following the mad man's lead. People began to scream and hurry inside. He was truly gone, taking by the madness, the loss of his one chance at getting the woman he loved back.
Chess and Neb returned then with half a dozen armed knights. They looked fearful but stood their ground as they surrounded her father. Mally, the March Hare, Michael, and even Chess tried to call out to him but nothing worked. Tarrant looked up at the sky and snarled.
"It's all yer fault!" He yelled. "Yeh've taken ev'ry thin' away from meh! Meh home! Meh clan! Meh child! Meh Alice! Now I can na geht her back! WHY?" Lightning flashed so bright and thunder boomed so loud at his demand Tempest had to close her eyes and cover her ears. She looked up just in time to see him lift his hand and watch more lightning strike the earth.
'He's controlling the storm?' Her mind screamed at her. 'It's like he's the unstoppable force.' Then she faintly noticed that even with the raging storm, the wind barely blew.
Alaric tensed further in front of her and she saw Michael draw his blade. The other knights began to close in around Hatter. She didn't know what they planned on doing but she had to stop them or they would no doubt get hurt.
"Wait!" She whispered to Alaric, managing to get past him. "Tempest!" He hissed when she walked right past the knights and to her father. She grabbed his hat and moved to stand before him. He didn't react at all. "Father?" She whispered.
Hatter looked down at her with a snarl. But soon it faded, as if he recognized her. She smiled and placed his hat on his head. "Please come back." Now she sounded exactly like the simpering child she never wanted to be. "I'm here still. Everything will be alright." She was just trying to comfort herself as well. "I… I need my dad right now, please. Can I have him back?"
Slowly the storm faded back to the light drizzle of rain. His eyes faded into a bluish-red, then a full out blue, then a greenish-aqua. Her smile grew and she blinked rapidly, realizing that she was crying. Taking a shaky breath she swiped at the tears, never taking her eyes off Tarrant's.
"Tempest?" He whispered.
"Dad," she breathed and threw her arms around him, crying into his chest. For a moment he didn't move then his arms wrapped around her and he lowered his head to her shoulder and cried as well. Together they let their unbound sadness free as the others watched, sadness and sorrow etched in their faces. They had just lost their chance at being a real family again and now Alice had no one with her.

Alice clumsily made her way through the woods, her legs so weak she could barely stand. But she didn't care, she had to see the rabbit hole. Something in her was crying out and causing her to shed tears she thought she'd run out of. Dread weighed on her shoulders, pushing her into the ground with unrelenting force. Something was terribly wrong.
Heaving, she climbed the last small hill and spotted the old tree that protected the way to Underland. Gathering the last of her strength, she tried to hurry to the hole. Until she noticed the haze surrounding the area. Dirt was slowly falling to the ground, as if someone had taken a large handful and tossed it into the air. All around the tree were clumps of mud and dirt, some were even spattered up the side of the tree.
Fear gripped her heart tighter as she made her way to the mess. She cried out in denial when she was close enough, dropping to her knees. The rabbit hole had caved in! She was blocked from ever returning.
Desperately she used her adrenalin laced strength to start digging at the dirt. She didn't care if she ruined the dress she wore or dirtied her nails. She only wanted her family back! She dug and dug and dug until she could barely move her arms. Her strength gone she collapsed, panting and crying.
All of her hope was gone now. There was no way for her to get back and no way for Tempest to return. She would never see the man she loved or her only child again.
"Why?" She whispered, all her energy gone. Her eyes lifted to the sky and she vaguely noticed it was beginning to rain. Something in her told her to try and make it back to the house but a louder part said what for? There was nothing left for her anywhere anymore.
Alice Kingsleigh-Hightopp was truly alone and was never meant to have her family.

Hours later Tarrant made his way to the roof, looking for his daughter. When everything had quieted down after his outburst he had gone to his workshop to gather his mind. Only when he was positive he was safe to be around did he leave. Now he was searching out his daughter, who was probably suffering more than he was. Thankfully he hadn't had to look all around, Alaric had know where she'd gone to. Though, he seemed kinda sulky when he told the man.
Hatter slowly opened the door and stepped out onto the terrace but there was no Tempest. Until he saw a foot dangling above him and off to the side. He stepped further out, noting that the rain had stopped but the sky was still a dark grey, and turned to the low hung roof. Tempest sat near the edge of the slanted structure with one leg dangling off and the other pulled to her chest. She stared out unseeingly at the grand view, her face etched in sadness.
"Mind if I join you?" He called, giving a half smile.
She looked down and returned the smile. She patted the spot next to her. "Actually, I wouldn't mind if you joined me. How did you find me?"
"Alaric told me." Tarrant answered, jumping and pulling himself up onto the roof. "Any idea why he was sulking?"
"I told him I wanted to be alone for a bit. He didn't like the idea." She shrugged and went back to staring at nothing. They were silent for a long while.
"What's wrong?" He finally asked, looking into nothing as well. "Something's eating at you and I have a feeling it has to do with more than the door being gone." He couldn't say it was destroyed, that would just make everything too final.
"What are we supposed to do?" She drew up her other knee. "If mom can't get here then who is supposed to slay the Jabberwocky? I would volunteer but with my hair…" She trailed off, reaching for the short locks.
"Everything will work out in the end." Tarrant patted her arm. "It always does. Besides, there's three days before the fight."
"How can you have faith in this?" She stared at him with deeply hurt eyes. "I'm here by mistake. Mom was supposed to fall down that hole that night. She should be here, talking with you, preparing to fight, but instead I'm here and Marmoreal has no Champion."
"I have faith because everything happens for a reason." He looked back out at the sky. "I may despise what has happened to us but I believe there is a reason. If Alice had returned, and not you, we wouldn't have the Oraculum and we wouldn't know about the Jabberwocky. There's a reason you're here Tempest and I know it hasn't occurred yet."
"I wish I had your faith, father." She sighed and dropped her head to her knees. Gently the wind swirled around them. Her head shot up at the action and she looked around, confused. "Why does it do that?"
"What does what?" Tarrant frowned at her.
"The wind." She looked around again then at him. "Why does the wind act strangely around me? It swirls around me, like just now, and it always seems to be there when I want it to be."
Tarrant's frown deepened, eyes turning thoughtful.
"And why does it storm whenever you're angry?" She added.
"You noticed that, eh?" He looked sheepish before he sighed. "I was wondering if you'd get any ability. Obviously yours is greater than mine."
"What are you talking about?"
"Our family." He smiled softly.
"As in the three of us or the Hightopps?" She asked in confusion.
"As in my mother's family." He chuckled at her furrowed brows. "My mother wasn't a Hightopp, my father was."
"Ok, I get that but what does that have to do with you and storms and me and the wind?" Tempest sat back, still watching her father.
"Alright, first off, my mother was what was known as an Elemental." He started then continued before she could ask anything. "They were a race of people from near the Outlands and Witzend. Every member of the race had an ability to manipulate an element. The more powerful the person, the purer the element."
"The purest forms being earth, fire, water, and air or wind, I suppose." Tempest filled in.
"Yep." Tarrant grinned. "Basically went, purer blood purer element. But my mother's people were not… oh what's the word… self-centered. They mostly tended to be kind and caring. That's how my parents met.
"My father was the royal hatter at the time and my mother was in traveling troupe come to perform for the king and queen at the time, Mirana's parents." Tarrant smiled at the story, remembering how his parents told it. "Dad said he fell for mom when he saw her step of the wagon, laughing. Mom said it was when she watched dad construct a hat. But they didn't meet officially until someone ruined mom's dancing dress a few hours before her performance and she had to go to dad for a replacement."
"Your father was good at sewing clothing, too?" Tempest blinked. "And your mom was a dancer?"
"Yep on both. Best hatter, also sewer, in the kingdoms. And best dancer in the entire of Underland." He nodded as if stating a fact. "Yep, dad fixed up her dress and she danced beautifully. The queen offered her a job as a festival dancer at Marmoreal and mom accepted so she could be closer to dad. Think they courted maybe a year before they married. Had two kids, me and my little sister."
"You had a sister?" He was just surprising her.
"Yes," his eyes turned haunted. "She was killed on that day."
She knew what he was talking about and didn't say anything else about it. "What… what ability did your mother have?"
"My mother was close to being a pure Elemental so she had great manipulation of water." He cleared his throat, pushing away his tears. "When she danced she used to swirl the water around her. It was very pretty. My sister could manipulate some water, mostly the rain."
"And you make it storm when you're angry, rain when you're crying, and cloud up when you're sad." Tempest began putting it together. "It seems as if there was a water theme with our family."
"Not exactly." He shook his head. "My grandmother was a fire master, and a damn good one, too."
"So the family doesn't have to stick with the same basic element?"
"Nope, element fits your personality. And the women tend to have stronger abilities then the men do. That's why the weather is affected by my emotional state." He clarified.
"Makes sense, I guess." She slowly nodded. "So you think I inherited these abilities?"
"That would be my guess." He laughed. "But I'm amazed that you can manipulate a pure element."
"I'm not sure I can." Temp shook her head. "The wind just… happens. I'm mean, sure, I wished for Jack to get knocked back and the wind did that but…"
"Tempest," Tarrant placed his hand on her shoulder. "It's not something to be afraid of. If you embrace it then you'll be better off. Try it, try floating."
"But I-" She tried to protest but he cut her off.
"Not a lot, just enough to lift yourself." He was grinning. "It helps if you close your eyes and imagine the task."
Tempest watched him for a minute before closing her eyes. She focused on lifting her body off the shingled roof. When she was about to give up the wind circled around her and she felt herself lift. Opening her eyes she looked down to see she had been lifted a few inches off the ground. She gasped and the wind gently lowered her.
"Th-that is so cool." She whispered, looking around her wildly. "Scary but thrilling."
"See?" Tarrant chuckled. "If you practice enough, this could come to you as second nature."
Tempest smiled at him, excited to have found a new ability and to have learned so much about her father's family. Gently she hugged him. "Thank you, daddy. For everything."
"Thank you," He returned her hug. "For returning my hope and faith."
"I thought you always had faith?" She pulled back to frown at him.
"After I lost Alice, I lost it as well." He smiled brightly at her. "When I thought all hope was gone you made your way here and I know Alice will too. We will be a family soon, all of us."
Tempest hugged him again, laughing softly at the new found hope that had flared in her chest. "I love you, daddy."
"And I love you, my daughter." He closed his eyes and held her tightly. He would believe in the words he had told her. He would because if he didn't then all was truly lost.
The door to the terrace opened and Alaric stepped out. He looked around with an evident frown on his face. Tempest giggled and whistled. The prince turned and sighed in relief.
"I was worried about you." He looked her up and down.
"I'm fine." She waved his worry away. "What's up?"
"Um," he looked as if he didn't believe her then looked to Tarrant. "Dinner's ready and we were wondering if you two were going to join us."
The two redheads looked at each other before grinning.
"I think we can pull it off." Tarrant said, hopping down.
"I am hungry." Tempest added and took Alaric's offered hand, more for the need to feel his touch then for his help.
"You missed lunch so I'm not surprised." Alaric replied, holding onto her hand a little longer than needed.
Hatter watched the secret exchange between his prince and his daughter and couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that something had happened between them, whatever it was he wasn't looking into, and he couldn't be happier for them. Sure he was going to play the father card, but not yet. Not when Tempest needed someone who was able to be there when she needed them. And by the way Alaric was looking at her, with that shine in his eye, he was going to be there for Temp whenever she asked.
Seeing that look in the boy's eyes reminded Hatter of when his Alice had returned the second time. The love he'd felt for her, which was still as strong as ever, had been the purest sensation he had ever felt. And when she had said she felt the same, nothing was better.
The memories came crashing in on his fragile mind, making it hard to breathe. He couldn't deal with them right now. He needed peace, for only a moment.
"Dad?" Tempest called.
"Hatter?" Alaric also spoke.
Blinking he looked at the two who were watching him with concerned expressions. He smiled. "I'm fine."
"Are you?" Tempest touched his arm, worried.
"Just some…" He wasn't going to call them bad, they were anything but bad. "Unneeded memories. I'm fine."
She looked at him skeptically before letting go of his arm. "If you're sure."
"Yep, not bad but not what I needed." Hatter gave a determined nod. "Now, shall we eat?"
As if cued Tempest's stomach gave a loud rumble. They all looked at it before laughing. Feeling in a much better mood Hatter led the way to the dining hall, Temp and Alaric behind him. He knew that he and Temp weren't alright but, hopefully, everything would work out for them.
It had to.
AN: Just a little fact I thought you might like to know. Did you know that the name Tarrant is actually Welsh and means thunder? I read that and just wanted to find a way to incorporate it into the story, adding a little fun background. Tempest commonly means stormy but I associate it more with strong gusts of winds or a wind storm. See why I named her that? Oo, and Alaric means noble ruler. Any who just some fun little tidbits there. :)
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