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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
Disclaimer: Do not own Alice in Wonderland (book nor movie) or the characters. They belong to Lewis Carroll and Disney. I make no money from my writings.

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Chapter 2
Tempest had grabbed her father's hat without thinking and ran from her home, into the storm, not caring that she didn't have any shoes on or that it was pouring rain. She ran and ran, dodging tree limbs and roots, pushing herself. She had to get away. When she became out of breath she stopped somewhere in the middle of the forest, soaked all the way to the bone. She looked around and spotted the old tree where her mother went every few days to try to go to Underland. Tempest went to the tree and fell to her knees by the rabbit hole, letting her tears flow freely down her face.
"Why won't you let us in?" She banged her fist into the soaked ground. "Let us in!"
A bright light flashed from deep within the rabbit hole. Wiping her tears away Tempest leaned in to look, wondering what could have caused the light. She leaned further, bracing her hands against the tree, causing her hair to fall into her eyes and cling to her face. She reached up to wipe the strands away. The shift of her weight to one side caused the loosened earth beneath her to cave in. Before she could catch herself she was sliding into the hole and braced herself for a hard impact.
Only, it never came. Tempest was falling down the rabbit hole, just like her mother had all those years ago. Her only thought as she fell was 'why now?' She blinked at what was around her. Shelves full of the oddest things. Then floating objects she was barely able to miss, such as a self-playing piano. She seemed to fall for what felt like forever.
Until she eventually crashed through a floor, or was it a ceiling since she was currently staring at a chandelier. This time she cried out when she fell from the ceiling and hit the hard floor, banging her head hard. With a groan she slowly sat up, never letting go of the precious hat she carried. Rubbing her aching head she looked around only to find herself in the Hall of Doors. The round room that lead into Underland.
Her jaw dropped as she looked at the doors. Each was a different shape and size. As she spun around, taking in the room, she bumped into the small round table that only had a small bottle on it. Frowning she picked it up and looked around again.
"Isn't there supposed to be a key?" She asked herself but couldn't find one. However she found the small door that lead into Underland. It was locked of course. Her frown deepened in frustration and she ran her fingers through her hair. One finger got caught on a stray hair pin from last night. She removed it as an idea occurred to her.
She turned to find the tiny box that held the growing cake by the table. She grabbed the cake and her father's hat along with the bottle. Kneeling next to the small door, she used her hair pin to pick the lock. Twisting it, trying to find the mechanism.
"Yes!" she exclaimed when the door clicked and opened. She placed her father's hat just inside the door to keep it propped open and drank the shrinking potion. She coughed as she shrank, clutching her clothing. Keeping the bottle and cake firmly in her hands she went through the small door. Before taking a bite out of the cake she paused and took in her surroundings.
She expected to see a beautiful garden filled with flowers with faces. But all she saw was the burned ruminants of the garden her mother had described. The tall trees were still smoking while the ground was being covered with falling ash. Tempest covered her mouth with her hands and gasped.
"My God." She breathed, looking around for anything unburned. She spotted a pale red rose a few feet away. The flower was very wilted, its face drooping down as it struggled to breath. Quickly she ran to it. "Are you alright?"
"Water… soil…" The flower panted.
Tempest looked around for water and soil. The only spot untouched was by the still open door. She grabbed as much fresh soil as she could carry and packed it around the flower before she remembered how small she was. She quickly took a small bite of the growing cake, shooting up to her normal height. Hurrying once again she packed more soil around the plant, mixing it with what was already there. Then she looked for water but found none. Until her soaking wet hair hit her in the face. She quickly began to squeeze as much water from her hair and cloths as possible. A relived smile covered her face as the flower perked up with a sigh.
"Thank you." The flower looked up and gasped. "It can't be. Alice?"
"Um, no. I'm Alice's daughter." Tempest explained.
"Alice's daughter?" The rose blinked and she nodded. "If you are her child then you are in great danger."
"What?" Tempest eyes grew large in shock.
"The Red Prince will try to kill you." The flower looked around. Tempest was about to ask her to explain but was cut off. "There's no time. You must hurry to Marmoreal."
"What about you?" Tempest indicated their burned surroundings. "You can't possible survive where you are."
"I will be fine. Your safety is more important." The rose lifted one of its leaves and pointed south. "You must head south through the Mushroom forest, to the March Hare's home. Then continue south east through Trotter's Bottom."
"First I'm going to get you to fresh soil. There's some by the door." Temp pointed to the still open door, than she dug her hands into the soil around the rose. "Sorry if I hurt you."
"You are a kind soul." Tears formed in the rose's pale eyes. Tempest smiled and hurried to re-burry the rose in the part of the garden hidden by the door. The soil was untouched by whatever burned the rest of the garden. The trees stood tall and proud with branches full of leaves. There were even other flowers, some with faces and others without. Somehow the door that lead to the round room had protected the small area.
"There." Tempest dusted her hands off and smiled down at the rose, who sighed in response.
"Thank you…" The flower frowned. "What is your name?"
"Oh, right, I'm Tempest Kingsleigh." She bowed her head.
"Flora," The rose bowed in return. "Now you must go. Hurry," She made a shooing motion with her leaves.
"Alright," Tempest nodded and went back to the door. Making sure she had the Pishalver potion and Upelkuchen cake, she grabbed her father's hat and set out in the direction Flora had pointed in. As she walked she wrapped the cake in a piece of torn cloth. Then she stuck it and the bottle inside her pocket. She walked for what felt like forever through the burned areas of Underland.
What was once the Mushroom forest was now a field of ash. Little toadstools were starting to appear, giving Tempest hope that this once beautiful land would return to normal. She tried not to wonder what happened but didn't succeed. The stories her mother had told her replayed in her head. Especially the horrible part about the Jabberwocky. What other creator could have done this? But the Jabberwocky was dead. Alice chopped its head off.
As she mused over the possibilities Tempest didn't realize how far she'd gone. She found herself standing in front of a rabbit like house that too had been burned. The only thing untouched by the flames was a series of tables lined up with moth eaten cloths covering them. Broken cups, plates and teapots littered the tables along with bits of food. Chairs were still tucked under the tables.
Realization hit her as she stared at the once grand tea party. This must have been the March Hare's home. The place where her mother first met her father all those years ago. This was where all the memories started.
She walked up to the table, gently running her fingers over the cloths. She could just imagine the scene of the four of them. The March Hare laughing in his seat as he drank his tea. Mallymkun, the dormouse, giggling in her teapot across from him. Young Alice sitting at the far end of the tables smiling up at the Mad Hatter, who took his place at the head of the tables. They were all smiling and laughing.
Tempest looked to the high backed chair sitting at the tables' head. The ghost image of her father, the only image she had from when she caught a glimpse of him when she was five, filled the empty seat. Then her mother's nineteen year old self took the seat to the right. They were both laughing and looking to the seat to the left where her younger self sat, as happy as she could ever be.
Tempest sighed at the wishful image. Her one wish to be a happy family. With another sigh she went to the high backed chair. She ran her fingers over the soft fabric that still felt warm. Gently she pulled the chair out and slowly sat in it. The cushions were worn down but it was still comfortable.
She could still feel her father's presence. Almost like he was surrounding her. She closed her eyes and let her imagination take her to the time where her mother was happiest.
"What are you doing here?" A squeaky, angry voice called.
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