Summary: What if the Hatter had a sister who survived the flames? And what if that sister had known a certain Knave before the terrible events of Horvendush day? And what if their meeting would one day have an effect on the future of Underland?

Hey guys this is my first story-form Alice in Wonderland fanfic, so please go easy on me :) reviews r very very much appreciated! :D :D Sorry about it being so short, dont worry longer chapters are on their way! Also, this story will be a little slow to start, the first few chapters are more of an introduction :)

Chapter 1- Horvendush Day

Elzara

I'm lost, alone.

So close to finding them all again; to being part of something again; but now that's all torn away, the dream tearing to pieces.

All gone.

As I gazed out at the barren, blackened landscape before me, I could scarcely believe my eyes. It couldn't be. It couldn't be them. This was the wrong place. It must be! How could it be otherwise? If they were all gone then...then...

I walked slowly forward, my heart still trying to convince my head that this wasn't it, that this wasn't the right place; if I only walked a bit further I would see that this was the wrong valley, the wrong forest. This wasn't the place where I'd grown up; where my family lived. Had lived, my head corrected me.

I came to a sudden stop. Something had caught my eye. A blackened, scorched top hat sitting amongst the still smouldering wreckage. A sob caught in my throat as I dropped to my knees beside it and reached out to softly stroke the fabric. I'd know that craftsmanship anywhere. Only the finest hatter in all of Underland, the Mad Hatter, as some affectionately called him, and my own dear brother Tarrant Hightopp could have made it.

So it was true then. The harsh reality of it hit me like a heavy stone brick, and I choked on the tears that were suddenly streaming down my face. The people I'd known and looked up to all my life-everyone I'd ever loved (well not everyone I'd ever loved, I amended, but now was not the time to think about that) was gone. Dead. Forever. And I, Elzara, the last Hightopp, was completely alone.

I don't know how long I sat there, his hat pressed to my chest, rocking back and forth and sobbing uncontrollably. It must have been hours, for when I finally lifted my head, my tears slowly drying, the sun was disappearing over the horizon.

I carefully laid the hat back on the ground, straightening it out, and then a flash of inspiration hit me. I quickly searched my pockets until I found the bolt of pink fabric I always carried around with me. Dear Tarrant had been an excellent hat maker, but my passion was for clothes, especially dresses, though I had made a few hats in my lifetime. I cut a long length of the silky material, and wrapped it around the base of the hat. Then I picked up the little hatpin that had been lying next to the hat, and put it safely in my pocket. It had been his favourite hatpin, and was gold with a tiny teacup gilded on it. Our older, goldsmith brother Caractus had made it for him for his last birthday. That had been a couple of years ago, for Tarrant and Time were always arguing. I smiled at the memory.

As I finished arranging the pink ribbon, I said aloud; 'There. Now we'll always be together.'

And then, with a last look around at the place where Elzara Hightopp had been so happy, I turned, and ran.