Readers so dear, do I have some news for you. Marionette of Wonderland is back from time long gone, with an offline friend, one who will stand by me until the very end. Shira (Shy*Rah) Blue-Eyes, the female Cheshire with eyes so dazzling an aqua, that shift to ocean depths.

Original Characters, yes this story will have. Pairings will be many or little depends on who will be with whom, and as you know, this is my second story, so don't be too rude. Enjoy my story, seen and typed alongside a friend. Now, let the tale-telling begin!

I do not own X-men: Evolution, as for I did, it would have a more Scott X Rogue, Kurt X Kitty factor. I do, however, own this storyline and this disclaimer is mine.

Pronunciation

Ian (Eye*An)

Chapter One: Introduction Needed

March 12, 2006

Darkness…cold lurking within…bitterness and possibly a more…a more chilling thought of what the children and their mother, I who takes care of them, could be…can be.

The junior of my six, being two twin siblings, Ian and Aiden.

Ian is the senior of the two, born 6.3 seconds ahead of his twin; he is the more mature as well. He often a time fancies himself a charmer, somewhat suave so he brings out the appearance with his midnight black hair with few strands of, oddly enough, silver slicked back, his eyes a shining ray of gray.

Aiden is the junior, only 6.3 seconds like before mentioned from his twin; he is the more feral of the two. Aiden looks very much so like Ian, though he hates to admit such a truth, so he takes precious care to ensure he looks at least different. His hair, though the same midnight black with silver strands, is in a wild mane that reaches to his shoulders, some portions in tangles and knots while the other portions are bushy, his eyes the same gray as his brother, though the more intimidating as he keeps a gleaming glare.

Both Ian and Aiden are six years and two months, yet hold more…wisdom of beyond than what they should.

Ahead of the twins, junior to three of their siblings, and my final daughter, Chamomile.

Chamomile dislikes conflict very much so, and as such, she tries to keep a calm and stable environment when it seems our little family gets too out of hand. In truth, Chamomile is my cousin's daughter, yet due to circumstances she came into my protection. Chamomile is very down to earth; with her curly shoulder length blonde hair and pearly white eyes she may be blind but can see just as fine. She has a sprinkling of red freckles across from the side of her face over the bridge of her nose and to the other side.

She is only twelve years of age, yet has a level of calm most would see in the more mature. She is junior though to a very irrational senior sister, Mickey.

Mickey is the middle-child of three girls, and is often time the one to induce fights. As to where Chamomile dislikes conflict, Mickey takes pleasure in it so very much. She is often quick to temper, hard-headed and all the time a headache I do so love. No sarcasm. Her hair is boyishly short, some of her locks pulling into a large side fringe, the coloring a mixture of auburn and sunshine yellow, often depicted as fire from how its styled and with a complimenting hue of black in each eye, it makes her all the more ferocious looking.

She is four months ahead of Chamomile, making her twelve and four months, turning thirteen in six more.

Her senior and final brother, Laurence, is the last male in our little family.

Laurence is often described as curious, almost like the curious cat that was killed for being so. He looks feline, somewhat, with his appearance of shaggy ginger with darker highlights of red running through, almost like a tabby of the same coloring. His eyes are a daisy yellow, with pupils that somewhat dilate.

He is fourteen, yet doesn't act quite so, even when he should. His senior, Sage, who is the eldest of my children and the most mature.

Sage is as her name is. Wisdom. She has a strong attraction to most research books, to any scientific or otherwise logical phenomenon, to anything such as these. Her medium auburn locks go down to her waist in heavy curls, some framing her moon blue eyes, and though she, like Chamomile, may seem blind, she can see just as fine yet she wears blue spectacles.

Sage is sixteen years of age, coming about adulthood in two and a half years.

My six children, all of them darlings to me…yet I do have to introduce myself as well, don't I?

Call me Alice, or when I am mad and as my children delight in calling me when so, Malice. My hair is spiky going down to my thighs in heavy curls like that of Sage's. My hair coloring, a midnight black with a wide patch of white, is said to look much like a skunk's fur, as Ian and Aiden pointed out. My eyes are a peaceful green, yet turns dangerous green when I am angered. I love my family so much, and I am so very protective over them because of so.

I am twenty two years, turning twenty three in December on, ironically if you so see it, the twenty third of said month,

My family is made up of these six, us seven, yet…even when I should be happy to be with such darlings…I feel…cold...darkness…nothing.

We are said to be enigmas, and as such we have the name that specifies us as so. The twins, Ian and Aiden Enigma, their senior and third sister, Chamomile Enigma, her senior and sister, Mickey Enigma, Mickey's senior and brother, Laurence Enigma, and his senior and sister, Sage Enigma. I am Alice Enigma; I am their mother, their caregiver, their listener. Theirs. We are all Enigmas, we are all bonded…as such, if you hurt…if you harm my children or myself in any way…in any way possible or such at all…you will find yourself in a painful demise, and I will be there, smiling at your screams.

Well, my dearest readers, this is the first chapter, and as such, a telling to be told. Shira Blue-Eyes was the mastermind in typing ¾ the tale, as I went through more ideas of new tales.

She's, and I do quote this song, a True Friend, as she is someone who will stick by your side until the very end. Now, words from my offline friend.

Well Marionette of Wonderland the story opened my eyes to the true meaning of dedication to fan fiction. I tried before to do this but never figured out what to write. You have given me inspiration to start trying again. Trust me Marionette of Wonderland, I will be here forever. I will never leave your side. If you ever need my help just call. This story is a page-turner or a screen-slider…quite literally.