A/N: Hey guys finally found the inspiration to write again! If you started reading this because you've read my other stories, then thanks for following! But anyways, this will follow the layout of the movie almost exactly with small changes to add a little more romance and obviously changing Tristan to Alexandra. It will be quite long so it will take a bit before it really gets into any romance or action, but please stick with it! I do have almost all of this done already so I should update very quickly! Anyways, thanks for reading! Oh and of course as a disclaimer, everything belongs to the movie the only thing that is mine is the slight changes in plot and Alexandra!

Prologue

A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?" Pointless really-Do the stars gaze back? Now, that's a question-But I'm getting ahead of myself. Our story really begins here, one hundred fifty years ago at the Royal Academy of Science in London, England.

Thomas was sat at his desk, reviewing the massive stacks of letters the Academy had received over the past few days. Twas a long and rather laborious task that he had been volunteered for, being the youngest of the brood of scientists. It was the most abhorred task that they face. Many of the letters were the same, easily answered and posted back. However, Thomas had stumbled across one that confounded him. Reading through it, he began to believe that this must be some trivial joke being played by this boy. But he duly wrote a reply politely explaining that the query was nonsense and posted it to the boy who had wrote it.

The letter had come from a country boy who lived in a village called Wall. So named, the boy had said, for the wall that ran alongside it, a wall that, according to local folklore, hid an extraordinary secret.

The village of wall was the same as that of any rural English town during this time period. Every building was close together with a wide dirt road running through the town. Upon the edges of the town was a forest stretching on for what seemed like miles, yet there was a distinct path running away from the small village. A narrow path winding throughout the underbrush in the forest was visible cutting through the green. It was obviously one not readily travelled; yet it was still known very well by the people of Wall.

The path led to a small clearing that seemed to go on for miles if you were to look to the left or right upon reaching it. Yet it was easy to see the woods that seemed to match the very ones of Wall on the opposite side. The only separation between the seemingly innocent forest and the forest of Wall was a long, stone wall that extended as far as one could see in both directions. Grey stones of all sizes were stacked one upon the other and cemented together to form a seemingly formidable wall about six feet high. However, the wall had one weak point that could be found in the form of a gap no more than three feet wide. And this is where we find the boy of the letter.

A boy of around eighteen stood in front of an elderly man arguing quietly. The boy was handsome with dark hair that fell around the ears and dark eyes contrasting a defined, pale face. He stood with poise in a dark waistcoat over top of a white undershirt with a dark green ascot around his neck. The man was dressed in a button down shirt with a cape and a top hat, complimenting his long white beard rather nicely. It was obvious that the man had been privy to such conversations before as he was rather fluent in his denial.

"I'm charged with guarding the portal to another world. And you're asking me to just let you through?" The man said incredulously, raising his voice a little more as his sentence went on.

The boy slightly nodded his head and said very straight forwardly, "Yes. Because, let's be honest, it's a field. Look, do you see another world out there?" The boy said turning the man by the shoulder and pointing to the clearing on the other side of the hole. "No. You see a field. Do you see anything nonhuman? No. And you know why? Because it's a field!" He said throwing his hands down in exasperation.

The old man simply shook his head. "Hundreds of years, this wall's been here. Hundreds of years, this gap's been under twenty-four hour guard."

The boy tried to interrupt, "Well-," but the man cut him off before he could start. "One more word, and I'll have you up in front of the village council!" The man threatened.

"Well that sounds rather final."

"Yeah."

"Better just go home, then, I suppose." At this the boy seemed to resign himself that he was not going to be going through, or so that's what the man thought at this point.

"Right then. Night Dunstan. Give my best to your father," the man said patting Dunstan on the back as he turned to leave.

Dunstan had walked about ten feet away from the gap and the guard had started walking back to his post, when he turned on his heel and sprinted through the gap. "Stop! Stop!" The guard yelled out at Dunstan's fleeting back before he disappeared into the woods on the other side of the wall.

Dunstan ran down a lightly travelled path he had found upon entering the wood line. He had yet to stop running as he barreled through the dark foliage under the cover of nightfall with just the moon as his light source. It wasn't long before he began to start up a small hill where, upon reaching its crest, he was able to look down into the valley and see a bustling village aglow with light surrounded by a high wall.

When Dunstan finally reached the large arched entry into the village he was greeted by the sight of a thrall of people bustling about and stands set up all around. The market was crowded with people in vibrant colors perusing the various stalls. He passed many strange items that he never would have thought possible, such as an elephant with a head on both ends and the size of a small dog or the long cylinder of eyes that, on further inspection, moved so that they were all staring directly at him.

Dunstan walked along the stalls examining each and every one in amazement and astonishment. He never stayed at one too long, preferring to walk on rather than talk to the strange looking vendors that repeatedly tried to coerce a sale out of him. It wasn't until he spotted a beautiful girl lounging on the steps of a vibrant yellow carriage did he falter slightly. The girl got was extravagant in a blue dress, her black hair flowing perfectly over her shoulders and showcasing a beautiful face. Dunstan couldn't help but stare at her as he made his way towards the stall.

As he drew closer, it became apparent that the stall was very odd as the carriage behind it. The carriage was very cylindrical except with a flat bottom, the yellow only broken by the red accents adorning the panels. The girl had set upon the top of the steps of said carriage, playing with the folds of her dress as he approached. Her smile seemed to light up the entire market and it served only to draw Dunstan closer to her.

A large, robust woman blocked Dunstan's view of the girl before he could come any closer. The woman was quite a sight with orange hair that grayed at the top puffed out in ratty knots around her head. Wrinkles along her face and neck showed her age as her rather plump and ugly figure did as well. "I don't deal with time wasters," her voice was very nasally with a slightly Scottish accent of sorts. She glared at Dunstan for a few seconds, before turning her back on him and addressing the girl from earlier. "Get over here and tend the stall. I'm off to the Slaughtered Prince for a pint." With that the hag walked away, eyeing Dunstan all the while before she was lost in the throng of people.

The girl approached him with a small smile playing on her lips. "See anything you like?" she inquired.

Dunstan smiled brightly at her, unable to tear his gaze away. "Um-Definitely," he said staring directly at her. She chuckled as he started to blush, realizing what he had just said. "I mean-Wha-What-What I meant was-uh-these ones, the blue ones. How-How much are they?"

At this he gestured towards the set of glass flowers, no bigger than the palm of his hand. There were many of the same colors and a small variety of different ones, none of which Dunstan had any idea what they meant. Putting her hands on her hips she replied, her eyes never once leaving his. "They might be the color of your hair. Or they might be all of your memories before you were three. I can check if you like. Anyway, you shouldn't buy the bluebells. Buy this one instead."

She held up a white, glass flower that was drooping from the end of a green stalk. It was very beautiful and was the only one of its kind to be found amongst the rest of the glass flowers. "Snowdrop. It'll bring you luck."

Dunstan was intrigued, whether it be by the flower or the girl it was actually rather easy to tell. "But what does that cost?"

The girl smiled, gazing at Dunstan playfully, "This one costs a kiss."

Dunstan swallowed nervously as the girl leaned over and stuck the flower in his coat pocket before leaning back and pointing to her cheek with a grin. Dunstan leaned over and as he went for her cheek she intercepted him with her own lips. Their kiss deepened and seemed to last, at least to him, for minutes. Once they had separated the girl looks at him with a sly grin, "Is she gone?"

Dunstan looks around for the old woman from earlier and she is nowhere to be found. The girl beckons him with a finger, exclaiming, "Follow me." And leads him towards the doors of the yellow carriage. As the girl mounts the steps to enter the carriage Dunstan notices a chain of a silvery metal attached to the girl's ankle, jingling slightly. At this he stoops down to finger the chain, picking it up and running his fingers over it. Noticing that Dunstan had stopped, the girl turns and sees him examining the chain.

After making eyes contact for several seconds the girl plops down on the top step before beginning to explain. "I'm a princess, tricked into being a witch's slave. Will you liberate me?" Dunstan instantly starts digging through his left pocket, pulling out a pocketknife he always keeps with him. Taking the chain in his hands he puts the knife underneath it and yanks, severing the chain in two. However, before his very eyes the two now cut ends of the chain glow red then white and fuse back together almost instantly as if they had never been cut at all. The girl smiles sadly, "It's an enchanted chain. I'll only be free when she dies." At this she stands and gazes at Dunstan, "Sorry."

"Well, if I can't liberate you, what do you want of me?" He inquires to the girl. She simply smiles slyly and offers her hand out to him. Dunstan smiles, taking her hand as she leads him through the door to the carriage. After a quick check around the girl closes the bottom part of the door and then proceeds to shut the top, closing them off from the rest of the world at least for a little while.

So, it seems that Thomas was wrong. The wall did in fact do its job of shielding the magical kingdom of Stormhold from the rest of the world. No one in England knew of its existence except for that young boy and the guard himself. Speaking of the young boy, Dunstan returned that night to his home in England. Passing through the gap in the wall he hoped that this adventure would soon be forgotten. It didn't matter how he had felt about the girl, there was nothing that he could do to help her and knew that he would not survive in such a world long.

Nine months later, he was proved wrong. It was a rainy night, and the old man who had guarded the wall the night Dunstan crossed was seen standing upon Dunstan's doorstep carrying a large basket. The door opened to Dunstan and the guard was emotionless as he handed the basket over, simply stating. "This was left at the wall for you. It says here her name is Alexandra."

Dunstan could do nothing but nod as he grabbed the basket and brought it inside his home. Setting the basket down on the table he was finally able to look inside, knowing what he would find before he even did so. After removing the layers of blankets that had obviously been used to keep her warm, there sat a baby girl crying softly.