November noted that the leaves were starting to shrivel. He sat on the Chair; so of 'course the pumpkin carved lanterns would burn brightly outside the Circle. He noticed as well that his toes were freezing, but being who he was, November dismissed the annoyance and watched his other siblings be the immature Months they were.
April with her long, curled blond hair and tendency to show too much cleavage, May and his low and long dirty whistles and even little July with her ceaseless irritating cry's of attention. He rubbed his temples, black beard brushing against his black robes; the same color that was his eyes occasionally.
"Tis the season of 'Halloween,'" said December.
November absolutely loathed the annoying woman, "Why of course Santa December, why wouldn't it be Halloween?" he tersely replied, fingernails scratching the smooth, cool rich wood.
"Ow!" April screamed slightly when she bit onto her burning sausage, which exploded on impact and cursed quietly, "stupid sausage gonna give me a blister soon enough!" she huffed out. Nodding and thanking December when she threw the blond a pink handkerchief.
"You and your language," January sniffed.
January was a thin man, hovering between his teen years and young adult years. Not that age mattered for him, January was a New Year, impossible ways of age between a three year old and thirty year old could; would become possible.
"Don't be mean now January, we both know April signals rebirth so she's twice as sensitive as May," said October, grinning. His blond hair was slicked back with plenty of gel - or so November thought is was gel - and he grinned... sharkily.
May yelled a curse word November didn't quite get. April stayed quiet, surprisingly.
November, well aware of his rank and position on the Chair cleared his throat. Twice.
His rowdy siblings finally quieted down, thankfully. "Who will start?" he muttered loudly. The chair he sat on was just a finely crafted large block of Maplewood with designs of various fauns, cherry's, skulls, pumpkins and so forth imprinted on it. Now, each and every year a Month would sit in the same chair and trade a story (and belive November when the Moths spent more time making up stories and tales than they did Earth. I mean; look at global warming). The other Months would sit on a tree stump, equally apart from the other and bonfire, and exchange stories after the Month on the Chair.
To November, the Chair and the Circle, Months and Seasons were all a load of bullshit. Well, that was his way of seeing it.
Hands shot up and November chose January.
"Hoser," April muttered quietly, January ignored her.
He tapped his chin. "How should I start now?..." he smiled suddenly, which even unnerved the usual jolly December.
He coughed for effect before pausing for a couple of seconds, for effect once again (January did this every year for as long as November could see, but not by much, afterall, January was the oldest of the Months, and the Seasons as well).
"It was a quiet Sunday night when young lad Archer found the Holy Pail of, " he started, bonfire rising and twisting with every word he uttered, "the Kingdom. Then on that same day, he rode his horse to the castle and-"
"Wait, wait, wait, wait~!" September held up his hand and waved them hurriedly, the fire had stopped and dwindled down to a wee shameful ember.
January glared at the small brunette girl. "Isn't this 'Arthur and the Round Table?' You know, the dude who finds th Holy Grail and the sword Exbarable- or something- and get's accepted in the Knights of the Round Table?"
The Month waved his hand, form shifting to that of a seven year old before sitting down, grumbling. May and April laughed, not bothering to muffle their voices.
"Who's next?" October questioned.
December raised her hand and October nodded at her, but instead of a small tale, she flickered her wrist at a vein-popping November. "It's tradition to start with the Month on the Chair, you know~" she smiled, rosy pink cheek alighting.
November shouted slightly, before regaining his cool composure. Ember almost undistinguishable.
"Well?" March muttered, hands tying her red hair into a small bun while her red eyes shined slightly when a flower near her bloomed (the affect of all three Months of Spring for ya).
"Well, alright then, but as a Month housing the dreaded 'Halloween,'" the rest of the Months either giggled or snorted, much to Novembers contempt, "I shall asure you this story is dark, but then... let us start now."
"Finally!" some Month November was too tired to point up shouted.
The small ember roared to life to a point where it reached the tree-tops, unsurprisingly, and shaped it's heart to a girl sitting on a leather chair fiddling with a small gun. Fit for a story, November lastly noted before moving his mouth and speaking his long and winding tale of a girl trying to find her Wonderful Wonder World.
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There was a girl, November said, with a very unfulfilling life and an unhappy one at that. With one elder sister and younger sister {and her being the middle child} she found it hard to move on when her mother had passed on to the after-life. It was especially hard when her younger sister, Edith- November thought up - had decided that her elder sister was a cold hard monster when she refused to cry at their own mother's funeral.
Her elder sister? Lorina was what her name was, stole our dear middle child's boyfriend and other friends unintentionally - Lorina didn't even know a damn thing about how she was making her beloved dear little sister's life more miserable.
Her name was Alice. Alice Liddell.
They hurt her, with words or their own unintentional behaviour, and made her forget about the brightness of her life.
Then one day, while Edith was visiting a friend and Alice with Lorina were out in the garden, our dear little girl fell asleep while her sister fetched a deck of cards inside the house.
November felt quite excited when his sibling's eyes widened.
While Alice dozed off, a small white rabbit came up to her and; still hazy, she felt herself lifted up by the rabbit - who was in fact a man - and was dragged into a hole. Where did it lead to? Why, none other than Wonderland. More specifically the Country of Hearts.
There, our Alice had found 'Roleholders' such as the mafia leader Mad Hatter, the psychotic yet charming Knave of Hearts and the perverted governer White Rabbit. It was a fun but yet dangerous land where she would find her true love sooner or later, for he had a heart while the rest of Wonderlands inhabitants had clocks.
But our story doesn't start here, no, it starts after our adorable little girl and her Wonderful Wonder World became twisted.
Wonderland shattered and broke. Now there is no 'Wonderland', but the 'Book'.
That was what they reasoned, and each and every memory of all the Wonderlanders were plucked and they were left; alone and in the dark. For the 'Book' was more dangerous than any Heartland... because you could gain anything and have nothing to lose... absolutely nothing to lose...~
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Well, this id the start to my first ever HnKnA story, I wrote chapter two already so it should probrably be up shortly, hope you continue woth reading this~ I know MourningBlack wouldn't (lazy-ass cousin needs a more better hobby XDD), since she helped me kinda with the plot and all (who as well drove me into doing this)~
Thanks a lot to my beta-reader "Know it all hermione," ;)