Fear is a funny thing. Fear transformed Alice Liddell into a goddess of beauty. Her frantic eyes were like stars gleaming in a crisp clear sky. Her face tense, revealing all the features beneath her smile. Her full lips parted slightly and her long, luscious locks streaming over her shoulders like a ray of sunlight after a storm. She was magnificent, she had the power to control any man yet she chose not to. There was, after all, only one man she ever thought of, she ever dreamt of, she ever loved.

The scream echoed through the house, bouncing off every wall, creating a terrifying ripple of emotion. She sat upright in the bed throwing the covers as though they were diseased. She hated that dream, it was what haunted her in both daylight and night. Everything was still and silent now, even Alice's face which was completely frozen. The room was dark but there was a small beam of light through the window opposite as the sun set. The grand mirror beside her bed glistened as if it were calling her over and as if in answer, Alice pulled herself off the bed and stood in front of it expectantly.

"Beautiful. You were always so beautiful. Come to me now child, this is where you belong"

Mist seemed to appear out of nowhere, engulfing her into some sort of dream like state, but this time, without the nightmares. Without the pain.