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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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Chapter 4
Tempest coughed as she crawled onto a secluded shore. After she fell into the river, the strong current carried her for miles, pulling her under the water. She tried to fight it until she was able to drift into a small cove with a mini beach surrounded by forest. She rolled onto her back, barely out of the water, still coughing while trying to catch her breath. A few minutes passed before she sat up and looked around trying to find her father's hat (she'd lost her grip on it as she crawled up the beach). Luckily it was only a few feet away. Grabbing it she crawled to a spot where the sun was able to shine through the thick trees. Again she laid there, too tired to move.
"If I meet that mouse again, I'm killing him." She muttered as she took in her drenched appearance. "And I had just gotten dry."
To make matters worse the sun was beginning to set in the fast way it always did in Underland. Groaning she stood and began to search for wood. Grabbing a large handful she moved back to the beach. She made a small fire, giving thanks that she had paid attention to her survival lessons her mother taught her. She also created a rack to hang her drenched clothing. When she was done, she sat only in her bra and underwear, glade it was a warm night. By the time her clothing was dry it was dark and the temperature was dropping. She added more wood to the fire before pulling on her trousers and blouse.
A loud SNAP sounded throughout the forest.
She screamed and spun around, searching the trees for the source. A few minutes passed and nothing came at her. Just as she settled back down a loud, ear piercing howl echoed around her. Again she shot up and spun around. What was that? The creature howled again, the painful sound vibrating through her. She could feel her eyes brimming with tears.
Pushing them down, she followed the next howl. Tree limbs snapped out at her as she made her way blindly through the woods. She winced as a thin twig snapped across her cheek. The creature howled again, closer this time. She could hear it whimpering. She fought harder, pushing through the trees and shrubs. Until she came into a moonlight clearing.
In the center of the clearing was a small iron cage. Inside the cage was a beautiful white wolf that was currently laying down and whimpering, staring at another wolf a few feet away. That one was all black, if not for the white wolf and the black wolf's bright silver eyes Tempest wouldn't have seen it. The thing was growling at her, baring its sharp teeth. On closer inspection she saw its foot was caught in a bearlike trap.
She held her hands up and moved to release the black wolf. It growled deep and snapped at her. She stopped moving then looked to the cage. This time the black one lunged at her, only to howl in pain.
"It's okay, big guy." She cooed, inching closer to the cage. She assumed the white wolf was a female because she was smaller than the black, who was obviously a male. "I want to help."
The male growled louder as she knelt next to the cage. The female turned her head to look at Tempest, strange golden eyes shining with intelligence. She didn't growl or lunge at her. Tempest quickly unlocked the cage, the wolf coming up to her. She licked Temp's face and lopped over to her mate, nuzzling under him. The female licked at his wounded leg.
Again Tempest moved to the black wolf. This time he didn't growl or snap at her. He simply sighed and laid down, the female lying next to him. Tempest knelt and inspected the trap. Its sharp metal teeth bit into the male's leg, luckily missing all his veins.
"This is going to hurt." She warned and began pulling the trap open. It took all her drained strength to open it a few inches. Once its foot was free the male jumped away. Temp let the trap snap back closed and sighed. She turned to see the wolves rubbing their cheeks together. They stopped and looked back at her. Silver and gold met her green eyes and she swore she saw great human intelligence shinning back at her. Then they were gone, running into the night.
The wind blew by, causing her to shiver. Standing she tried to find her way back to the beach but failed. Too exhausted to move much she fell back to the ground, shivering. She stuck her hands in her pockets only to find the bottle of Pishalver and the piece of Upelkuchen. She looked down at them for a moment before an idea formed. She removed her father's hat and placed it on the ground, the cake under it. Next she drank most of the Pishalver, shrinking down to about a foot tall. She dragged her oversized cloths under the hat as best she could and made a bed. Within minutes she was fast asleep.
That night she dreamed of fire creatures and destruction.
By the time the sun was well above the horizon Tempest was awake, her right size, and had found the river. She took a long drink and washed her face, then headed down the river like Raynum had told her. She walked for about a mile before a path came in view. The dirt path had forked a few yards back and had a sign. She rushed to the post and breathed a sigh of relief. The post had two different signs posted in opposite directions. The one pointed to the north read 'Tulgey' and the one to the south read 'Marmoreal'. Underneath 'Marmoreal' read twenty miles.
With a groan Tempest began to head to the one place she would be safe. As she walked the summer sun beat down on her but when she got to hot a gust of wind would blow by, cooling her off and giving her a push, just like in Overland.
That thought had her pausing. Whenever she asked for the wind, either to cool her off or help her run faster, it was there. Ever since she could remember the wind was always there. When she was angry and lost her temper it would blow fiercely around her and when she was sad it would blow softly, comforting her. She shook her head at the thought that she could control the uncontrollable element. It was just her overactive imagination.
Tempest was so lost in her thoughts she didn't hear the galloping coming up behind her. Apparently the rider and horse didn't see her until it was too late. At the last second she turned, the wind gusting into her and the horse nearly on top of her. She lost her balance and fell into a puddle of mud.
The rider pulled his horse to a stop and dismounted. He walked over to her. "I'm so sorry."
Tempest growled up at him and stood. "Sure you are." She rolled her eyes and began wiping the mud off as best she could. Her temper rose, boiling just below the surface.
"What were you doing walking down the road?" The man asked suspiciously.
That pushed her over the edge. This had been the worst two days of her life! "I don't know, maybe trying to find my way somewhere when this big idiot decides to try and run me over." She yelled, glaring at him.
The man grew surprised that she yelled at him. No one yelled at him. Then he noticed what she was muttering. "Stupid rabbit hole had to let me through now." She grumbled and patted at her cloths. "From the moment I fell down that stupid hole I've been held at sword point, almost arrested, pushed off a cliff, lunged at by a huge wolf, and now nearly run over. My life just keeps getting better."
"Wait, did you say you fell down a rabbit hole?" The man asked.
Tempest pushed her hair out of her face and turned back to the man. "Yes, I did. What of it?" As she spoke she realized her hat was gone. Panic filled her as she looked around. "My hat, where'd it go?"
"Hat?" Again the man gave a surprised look.
"Yes, my hat. It's… there it is!" She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it on the other side of the puddle, completely mud free. She picked it up and dusted off the top.
The man frowned at the hat before recognition sank in. "Where did you get that?" His voice was full of demand now.
"It belonged to my father." She narrowed her eyes at him. "He gave it to my mother when I was five."
The man still frowned. "Who are you?"
"You know what," she countered. "You are a very rude man. You knock me over then don't see if I'm alright, then you accuse me of stealing, then demand my name without giving yours first." The wind began to pick up at her annoyed angry tone, gusting around them.
"Wow, you are in a bad mood." The man gave a chuckle at her growl. "Sorry. I'm Alaric of Marmoreal, White Prince of Underland." He bowed at the waist.
Tempest blinked, her anger forgotten. "You're the White Prince?"
He nodded and she couldn't help but look him over. He was over a head taller than her and dressed in off-white ridding pants and a grey vest without a shirt under it. She had to admit he had a nice chest and great arms. His hair was a light brown, pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck. And his eyes were a mix of many different shades of brown swirled together. All and all he was handsome.
"And you are?" His voice brought her out of her admiration.
"Oh, I'm Tempest Kingsleigh." She bowed like he did.
"Tempest?" He smiled at her name. "It suits you. So you fell down a rabbit hole and ended up here?"
"More or less." She crossed her arms, daring him to challenge her.
"Then I'm to assume you're Alice's daughter, right?"
"Yep."
"How did you get through the door? The key's been missing for over a decade."
Tempest rubbed her neck and looked away. "I… um… I picked the lock."
"You picked the lock?" Alaric blinked at her. She nodded. "Who would have thought that was all it took? Anyways we need to go." He went back to his horse.
"Go? Go where?" She blinked and forced her gaze from his nice backside.
"To Marmoreal. You need to meet with my mother." He hoisted himself up and looked back at her.
"All I want to do is find my father." He may be the White Prince but she didn't know if she could trust him.
"Then come on. Your father's in Marmoreal. Most of the citizens were relocated to the villages around the castle." He explained. "And your father is the Royal Hatter, he lives there."
"You're not lying are you?" She tilted her head to the side.
"I swear to you on my throne that I'm speaking the truth." He raised his right hand before offering it to her.
Tempest stared at him for a few seconds before taking his hand. He pulled her up and once she was settled commanded the horse to continue. They rode in silence for a long while. Tempest couldn't stop from shifting, the saddle bothering her.
"Are you alright?" Alaric looked back at her. He was extremely aware of her movements.
"I don't like saddles." She replied, shifting again. "I'm used to riding bare back."
"Why?" She always seemed to say something completely different then he was expecting.
"Spur of the moment rides." She shrugged. "If I want to go for a ride why waste time putting a saddle on? Plus, the horse is more comfortable."
"I've known you for five minutes and I have to say you are like no one I've ever met."
"Thank you."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "You're taking that as a complement?"
"Was it meant to be an insult?"
"No, just an observation."
"Then yes, I'll take that as a complement. I pride myself on being different." She explained. "Why should I try to be someone I'm not? My mother always says it's best to be you and be happy then be a drone and unhappy."
"I met your mother when I was younger." He said with a bit of admiration. "From what I can remember, you are just like her."
"Again, thank you." She smiled and he turned back to the road.
They rode in silence again for a while before Alaric had to know why she was in Underland. "So, why are you here?" He asked, trying to sound pleasantly curious.
"To tell the truth, I don't know." She shrugged at the look he gave her. "It's a long story."
"It's a long ride." He countered.
She hesitated before answering. "I, um, I heard something that upset me and without thinking I grabbed my father's hat and ran into the storm we had. I like to run when I get upset. This time though, I ran farther than I thought and ended up by the rabbit hole. I yelled at the hole, demanding to know why we weren't allowed to come here." She gave a false chuckle. "Then I saw a light flash inside the hole and slipped when I leaned too far."
"And here you are." Alaric finished.
"Here I am." She sighed.
"How did you know the rabbit hole led here?"
"My mother has told me stories since I can remember of Underland. I remember every Sunday we would go to the hole and see if we were allowed to return." She explained.
"So Alice has been trying to come back." He had to confirm it.
"Nearly every day." Tempest looked out at the unburned forest around them. "She loves this place too much. And she loves my father more. I would give anything to have her return."
"So would we." His voice was sullen. "Since the disappearance of the key Underland has been dying."
"What happened to the key?" The great mystery that started this whole mess.
"No one knows." Alaric shrugged. "McTwisp had gone to check the status of the door the day Alice left and found it locked."
"Isn't it usually locked?"
"Only on the inside in the Hall of Doors. But on our side it's always unlocked because only McTwisp or the Royal family could go to Overland. By the time McTwisp was able to tell my mother, your mother had already drank the Jabberwocky blood and made the wish to return to Overland. There was nothing we could do, and we've tried." He gave her a small smile.
"Mother never gave up hope that we would be allowed to return." She seemed to be speaking to Underland itself rather than just him.
"Nor has my mother," he paused then smiled back at her. "Or your father."
That caused hope to flare in her chest.
Tarrant Hightopp stood before his last creation. The dress was magnificent, a masterpiece but it was wrong. He was supposed to have made an elegant winter dress for a noble in Snud, using the colors of red and gold. Instead the dress before him was a range of light blues and white and made for his Alice. He had stared out doing his proper job but the design he made with the high neck, clinched waist, and long flowing skirts just seemed to fit with Alice perfectly. He could just see her standing in a white covered land with her hair flowing out behind her as she smiled at him.
No, no, no! He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force the image away. He moved to the window, taking shaky breaths. He couldn't think about her right now, it hurt too much. Gods, he could still clearly remember the day Alice disappeared. And those eighteen years after. All those memories came back to him.
After Alice had disappeared Tarrant had rarely left that door, doing nothing but watching it. He would sit there for hours without moving, uncaring of his own health. Mirana took notice and moved the door back to the Strange Garden. At first he had been furious but soon he realized her decision was for the best. And he knew the White Queen was working on a way to bring his love back. For a while he could work but it soon became too difficult and he left Marmoreal, moving into his old home near Thackeray.
Once there he'd somehow been able to drift into his madness enough that the pain lessened to where he could 'function.' Again, that hadn't lasted very long. All the tea parties with the March Hare, Mallymkun, Chessur, and sometimes Talon (Mally's crush), Mirana, Michael, and Alaric helped to an extent, but he missed his wife and his unborn child.
One day, a few months after that day, he wandered through the forest and found himself next to the door. Unable to hold himself back, he walked to it and leaned his back against the wooden frame. There he cried for hours, talking to the world as if it were a person. He talked about his Alice and the life he wanted with her, the life he demanded to have.
As he stood there he remembered a sense pass over him. A feeling like he wasn't alone when he was. A feeling that warmed his heart and made the thing flutter. Like it did when he was with Alice. Following the feeling he laid his ear against the door and listened hard. He almost didn't believe what he'd heard. It was Alice, he'd heard Alice's beautiful voice.
He figured that she had been talking to the hole. Feeling calmer, Hatter listened to her talk, leaving when he was sure she had left. Day after day he returned to the door, sometimes finding Alice there and sometimes not. For months and months he would go there and just listen to her. And then the most amazing thing happened about four Overland years after that day.
As he'd been about ready to give up that Alice would stop by that day, she showed up. And she wasn't alone. He'd heard her laugh and call to someone in a soft voice and then he heard one of the sweetest sounds he would ever hear. After Alice called for the person, a muffled young toddler's giggle sounded. Again his heart fluttered and his mouth broke out in a huge grin. His child, Alice's child.
Once he heard that giggle he had to see his family. Thankfully Mirana had devised a way to temporarily allow him to go to Overland a year later. He'd seen his Alice again and he saw his beautiful little girl. After that day he somehow was able to contain his madness, unless he was unable to hear his wife and child for days.
Squeezing his eyes, Tarrant forced his memories back into a lock spot in his mind. He couldn't think about her right now, it hurt too much. What he needed was to lose himself in his work. Dive into his orders, that's what he was going to do. Not think about Alice or his Tempest. It wasn't like either of them was going to just walk through his door any time soon.
No, the odds were not in his favor but he wasn't going to give up hope, no matter what.
"Here we are." Alaric spoke up a long while later as they neared the white kingdom.
"This is Marmoreal?" Tempest asked on a gasp.
"Yep, the famous White castle."
"It's magnificent."
He chuckled at the awe in her voice and pulled his horse to a stop when they entered the court yard. A stable boy met them, bowing to him and gawking at Tempest. Alaric jumped down then turned to help Tempest off and really noticed her for the first time.
She had long fiery red hair that waved down to just past the middle of her back. Her skin was a fair color and looked as smooth as silk. Her nose was petite and complemented her subtle heart shaped face. The eyes that tried to take everything in at once were the same bright green as Hatter's and Alaric would bet that they changed with her mood as well. Her pink tongue darted out to wet a pair of plump, kissable lips.
Through her loose clothing he noticed that she had high, full breasts and a small tucked in waist. Her arms and legs were both well defined as if she preferred to do hard labor yet her delicate hands were free of calluses. Even with her baggy clothing and the mud splattered all over her, Tempest looked like an exotic warrior woman drawing in anyone who dared to look at her.
Even Alaric felt himself get entranced by her beauty. And, Gods help him, he wanted to be drawn to her.
Tempest felt Alaric's eyes on her and turned to him. He was staring at her with heat sparking in his brown eye. She blushed, unable to think of why he stared at her like that.
"What?" She asked.
He blinked and held out his hand to help her down. "Nothing, it just occurred to me that you might want to change before you meet your father."
"Why?" She slid off the horse without taking his hand. She wasn't some helpless damsel.
"You're covered in mud, remember?" he led her to the castle doors.
Tempest stopped and looked down at her mud covered self. "Oh, I did forget."
"Come along, we'll-" He started but a female voice cut him off.
"There you are, Alaric. I hoped you'd return soon." A woman with long white hair and dressed in a frilly white gown floated up to them. She had a five pronged white-gold/silver crown perched on the top of her head. She was beautiful.
"Hello mother." Alaric gave her a quick embrace and a peck on the cheek.
"Your father has requested your attendance for the meeting." The Queen cupped his cheek affectionately then looked at Tempest. Her dark brown eyes practically popped out of her head and she gasped. "My word… it can't be…"
"Mother?" Alaric asked, concerned.
"For a moment I thought Alice had returned. " She placed her hand over her heart.
"A lot of people say stuff like that." Tempest shrugged. "Grandma swears that if it weren't for my red hair and green eyes she'd think I was my mother."
"Your mother?" Mirana blinked.
"Oh, right, I'm Tempest Kingsleigh. Or Hightopp, I suppose." She gave her best curtsy. "My mother is Alice."
"You're Alice's daughter?" Mirana broke out in a smile. "This is wonderful news. I'm assuming she'd not here?"
"No, just me." Tempest shrugged again.
"No matter, if you're here then there's hope." Mirana smiled and gave a very elegant curtsy. "I am Mirana, White Queen of Underland." She looked up and frowned as she took in the young woman's appearance. "My goodness what happened to you?"
Tempest gave Alaric an it's-your-fault look. "He nearly ran me over and I fell in a mud pit."
"I told you I was sorry." Alaric huffed.
"Then demanded information from me." Tempest put her hands on her hips.
"You're not going to let it go are you?"
"Not for a while." She shrugged.
"Well," Mirana chimed in. "Why don't we get you cleaned up and into some clean clothing. That should make you feel better."
"Actually, I just want to meet my father." Tempest's voice became pleading.
"And of course you shall, but at the moment he's busy." The Queen sighed.
"The meeting?" Alaric suddenly became all serious.
"Yes, I think it's best if you go now." She nodded.
Alaric kissed his mother's cheek again then turned to Tempest. "I promised to take you to Hatter and I will when we are finished." With a bow of his head he left.
"Now, if you'll follow me, I will take you to where you will be staying." Mirana offered her hand to Tempest and the girl took it. "Would you mind explaining how you came to Underland?"
As the Queen led Tempest through the grand castle, the redhead explained everything from her cousin's party to the moment she arrived at the castle. She even included the wolves she'd helped. That seemed to grab the Queen's attention.
"How big were the wolves you saved?" Mirana asked.
"The black one reached my waist while the white one probably went to my hip. Is that common for wolves here?"
"I'm afraid not." Mirana shook her head. "Wolves have never reached that height before. And, from what I remember, they never had gold or silver eyes; it was always blue, green, or brown. Plus wolves are very rare, especially now."
"Then… what did I help?" Fear gripped Tempest.
"I do not know, but something tells me those creatures are not evil. If they were, then I'm sure they would have killed you."
"So am I." Tempest looked down at her feet and sighed.
"What's the matter?" Mirana pattered her hand.
"Nothing is like what it's supposed to be." At the queen's confused look she explained. "When I was supposed to come here it was with my mother. Everything would be perfect and beautiful and we were supposed to find my father still at his tea party. Everything was supposed to be like a fairy tale."
"Even in fairy tales there is danger and to have the happy ending, you have to overcome the danger." The Queen spoke softly. "But in my heart I know everything will turn out alright, no matter how many bumps we hit."
Tempest couldn't help but smile at her words. The Queen was right everything always turned out alright in the end.
"Here we are… your rooms." Mirana opened an off-white door and led her into a huge room.
A big four poster canopy bed was placed across from the door with a tall wardrobe to the left of it. The wall to the right of the bed was mostly a set of double glass doors that led to a marble balcony. To her left, beside the wardrobe, was a door that no doubt led to a bathing chamber. A large vanity was placed against the right wall with a bookshelf closer to the women. Everything was in shades of white to light lavender.
"What do you think?" Mirana asked.
"It's lovely," Tempest gasped.
"I'm glad you like it. There should be fresh towels and soaps in the bathroom. I will have a few garments brought up, as well as a seamstress."
"No seamstress is needed. Just a sewing kit." Temp turned to the Queen. "I'm fast at sewing."
"Just like your father." Mirana smiled and shook her head. "Alright then, would you prefer dresses or trousers?"
"Anything that no one wants. I can always fix it up."
"Alright, I'll have some things brought up. I have a few duties to attend to so I'll have Alaric show you around."
"I don't want to be a bother." Tempest chimed.
"It's no bother. Their meeting should be over in about an hour anyways. His rooms are down the hall to the right, two doors down on the left side." Mirana showed her from the doorway. "Just go there when you are finished."
"Thank you." Tempest bowed her head.
"You are welcome." Mirana reached out and touched Temp's shoulder. "This is your home as well, you are always welcome here."
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