AUTHOR NOTE: I Do not own Alice in Wonderland Or the Recent Film by Tim Burton. Or Johnny Depp For that Matter. In fact I don't Own anything in this story except for the program I used to write it and my imagination... SIGH.
Alice smiled at the sight of the strange garden maze.
The flowers were conspiring and trading gossip with one another as Alice walked calmly past them. A bee flew past, and all seemed right. It was like the dreams of Underland she had experienced before. She waltzed about, taking in the sights and scents, her eyes shut with the bliss of serenity, relaxing.
Her eyes snapped open at a sudden sound that intruded her earlobes. Alice spun about, trying to figure out the origin of the sound. All was quiet in the garden. It was as if everything had frozen, everything was dead silent.
"Odd. Normally noise is blurred in dreams."
There it was again.
Alice turned toward the noise, and ran towards the source. As she drew nearer, she could make out that it was a song being sung. She could not make out what the words were exactly, but she could tell from the tone that it was rather dark, somber, and depressing. It was as if someone had taken the emotion of heartbreak and transformed it into a musical form.
Alice followed the somber tune further. She had to find the source. She had to help whatever was suffering so.
She briskly continued through the trees, confident in her choice of direction. She did not need Chessur's help. The sky began to cloud as she drew nearer, and the trees looked much sadder. This tune was affecting everything it touched.
Alice noticed a clearing ahead and started towards it. She could make out that the tune was being sung by a human voice. It was definitely accented, and quite mournful indeed. Alice listened and decided it was a Scottish accent.
"Where have I heard this voice before?" Alice wondered to herself.
As she entered the clearing, she could start to distinguish the lyrics to this… upsetting tune.
My bonny lies over the ocean, my bonny lies over the sea…
She blinked. It was very much like the nursery song her late father would sing to her. It never occurred to her that it could be a song of mourning…
My bonny lies over the ocean…
The voice was more of an echo in her head at this point. She opened her eyes to study the figure who was singing the dismal tune. He had flaming hair, and unnaturally pale skin. His eyes were closed as he sang.
Oh bring back my bonny to me…
His clothes were a colorful assortment of sashes, beads, striped pants, a ragged coat, and what caught her attention by far the fastest was a large top hat with assorted hatpins stuck into a brilliant pink ribbon that encircled the base of the hat.
Bring back, bring back…
She had met him someplace before… he was definitely striking a chord of familiarity in her mind, but she could not place his name… She rubbed her temples, trying to concentrate, but she could not bring herself to tear her eyes away from this fascinating man… and how could she think when this tune was filling her head…
Oh bring back my bonny to me, to me…
Clearly he had lost someone dear to him at sea. Why else would this stranger be singing so mournfully about the sea? But as to whom he lost… She was quite lost at finding an answer.
Bring back, bring back…
Alice watched worriedly as a wading bird ventured closer to the singing madman. It poked him in the chest with its rather long beak. She had never been so confused about figuring out such a riddle of a person… Speaking of riddles…
The madman lashed out at the bird, hitting it with the hilt of the sword lying by his side. The blow sent the animal flying across the clearing. Off balanced, the madman's knees hit the ground, his sword digging into the earth while he still clutched the hilt.
Oh bring back my bonny…
Alice gasped at the sudden attack and the madman turned to face her, silent. His eyes were wide open, yet he seemed to not be able to see her… His eyes faded to from a dark green to a shade of dark, dark blackness. The shading under his eyes faded to a darker shade as well.
Alice decided that his mood was rather black at the moment.
"Blacker than the feathers of a raven…"
A memory was triggered.
Why is a Raven like a Writing Desk?
Alice felt fresh tears forming almost instantaneously. She knew why he was singing. His eyes focused on her instantly.
…To me…
Alice woke up as the Underland was pulled from under her feet faster that anything she could know. She bolted upright in a cold sweat. The ship destined back to England was rocking gently in the waters of the Atlantic. There was a name on her tongue, begging to be spoken. She buried her face in her arms and sobbed.
"Oh Tarrant, What have I done?"
AUTHOR NOTE: So What do you think? Should I continue the Story? Reviews are Highly appreciated... BTW, I was thinking about how Hatter Always Had that Scottish accent whenever he started to lose it, amd then I remembered that alice was sailing to china, So BAM! two years later, She hears Hatter Singing about her not coming back... Yet.
