Now I don't normally do charecter intros, but eh, fuck it. I DEW WHAT I WANT. ENJOY MY FIRST FIC, HOES. *throws candy*
I am Percival.
Or The Toy.
At least, thats what they maid servants call me when Mistress isn't paying attention.
Why?
Because I am.
I am Mistress Morwenna's toy.
I think she is to old for toys.
She's almost eighteen, you know.
As I think of it, I am not a toy.
I am a practice dummy.
Someone to practice sadistic ruling techniques on.
Mistress Morwenna, or Princess Morwenna, as everyone but me is allowed to call her, is in line for the throne.
She embodies queen, I embody the helpless peasants she shall soon rule.
I was given to her as a present, when she was 8. I was only 5. My mother, father, and grandfather refused to renounce their freedom and our former queen.
So they were executed.
I had four sisters. Two older, two younger. I almost forget their names sometimes.
Penelope, Periwinkle, Primrose, and Pamala.
I don't know where they are.
They were sold to different people.
All across the land.
I live somewhere you would find strange.
Somewhere, perhaps, you've heard of.
Wonderland.
Yes, yes ALICE in Wonderland.
Alice is dead.
She aged.
She died at one-hundred-and-forty-two years of age.
The lovely White Queen and the noble Mad Hatter, had children. Two boys. Two girls.
They were all born at once.
The White Queen died during their birth.
I have heard tell, that her last words were, "Two of light, two of dark."
The Hatter, in desperate need for a mother for his four infant children, called upon Alice's great-granddaughter to be his queen.
Mistake.
Not two months later, he was found with a knife in his back.
Alice's strangely malicious descendant, Ama was our queen.
She tricked the Hatter and White Queen's children. "I am your mother." she told them.
They believed.
They grew up.
Mistress Morwenna, Master Kandon, Mistress Jayla, and Master Warlon.
Morwenna and Warlon. Sadistic. Pathetic.
Jayla and Kandon. Pure. Strong.
Ama is dying.
A new era has begun.
We are all doomed.
But for what a trembling old mouse has whispered in my ear.
Ama has a son. Andrew. She bore him and came to Wonderland, leaving him in their world. Andrew, fifteen years ago had a son. A son who would grow up to save Wonderland.
The old mouse, Patty, says the boy shall save Wonderland.
She says his name is Alec.
And he is coming soon...
