Adventures of John: Welcome to Wonderland
Introduction
My name is John the Adventurer. Not really. But in order to protect my identity, I usually refer to myself as such. Our world, our reality, is not the only one there is. There are an infinite number of planes of existence beyond our own, realms of myth and magic filled with all manner of beasts and creatures. There are those among us, ordinary people in all other aspects, that have a connection to one or more of these worlds. Their connection to these worlds can often give them abilities beyond those of other men, or even provide passage to these worlds. Many of these gifted individuals are unaware of their abilities.
I am one of these people, except I am aware of my gifts, and I am not merely connected to one realm, but to all of them. Because of this, I can see and speak with creatures from these realms, as well as separate my spirit from my body and use it to travel to these realms. When I am in these other worlds I can use the magic inherit in these worlds to do anything I can dream of. These are the tales of my journeys through the magical realms. These are the Adventures of John. Why am I posting my tales on a fan fiction site, you ask? Well, you wouldn't believe the people I've met.
I have been to many mad and wonderful places in my travels, but there was no place madder than Wonderland. It is not the land itself that is the maddest part, though a land in which the mushrooms can make you shrink or grow is fairly strange. No, if that were the case then there are many places I have been that are stranger, from a world where gravity pulls large things towards small things instead of the other way around to a world without friction, I have been to many such places. No, what makes Wonderland so strange is its inhabitants. If you could find a single inhabitant of Wonderland who still retained their sanity, you would certainly be the first.
During my journey to Wonderland, not long after my trip to Neverland(see Adventures of John: Journey to Neverland), I met many of its inhabitants for myself, and all of them, from the Hatter to the Caterpillar, were entirely mad. I must admit though, I became a little mad myself when I was there. It's possible that the land itself has the ability to drive anyone mad. But I'll let you be the judge of that.
