Some aspects of Wonderland reminded me of a story I read as a kid, and inspired me in some aspects of this fic. I'm not saying everyone in Wonderland are fairies, I'm just saying their supernaturally awesome and perhaps some rules still apply... This is the prologue of the fic and is set before Alice visits Underland for the first time. R & R if you can. :)
"Oh Margaret please finish the story; please." Five year old Alice stared up at her elder sister with large, pleading eyes, and Margaret, feeling quite tired, sighed, but obliged her little sister this one time. She reopened the book and took up the fairy story once more, as little Alice settled under the covers.
"As the girl danced with the beautiful red haired prince, music began to play from nowhere at all, others began to dance, glorious women with men of equal beauty. Their dancing was much more untamed than the waltzing couple, and the young girl saw strange creatures out of the corner of her eye as the beautiful red haired man turned her once more till eventually they stopped and he told her, 'Have some wine, my sweet, and we can dance once more.' But the girl remembered the wise words of her mother, and refused. This angered them, some began wailing. The beautiful man asked one last time, and the girl swayed under his gaze, taking the cup to her lips, she drank the wine. And they danced merrily forever under the hills and trees, but the girl never returned home to her family, and remained underground forever for she had forgotten the wise words passed down by many a wise old woman."
Margaret paused for effect, rather amused by the suspense captured in her siblings eyes.
"Do you know what her mother said to her, Alice?"
Alice shook her head quickly, golden curls flying about her as Margaret continued.
"The wise words of wiser women should be heeded by little children; 'Of the Fey Folk, Eat no food, and drink no wine, or you will never reach your home again'."
Margaret closed the book and leaned forward to kiss her little sister on the cheek.
"Goodnight Alice, now don't be having any nightmares." She blew out the candle on the bedside table and waited for Alice to lie down.
"Margaret?" Alice called from under her covers.
"Hmm?" Her sister hovered at the door impatiently.
"It does not sound so bad; dancing forever with the fairy prince. What is so evil about dancing?"
"It's not about the dancing, Alice. Fairies steal people away; lure little children like you into their world where you're never seen again." Alice thought for a moment before asking another question.
"Margaret, where do fairies live?"
"Underground Alice; deep under the hills and trees. It's just a story. Now get to sleep."
The door closed and Alice thought about what a fairy would look like, and what their food would taste of. In her dream, the red-haired prince wore a rainbow of colours, and a feather in his hat. Surely dancing forever could not be as bad as the wise women thought? She pondered about this for sometime before settling into an undisturbed sleep.