Heya. I'm back with a new story. I will update all of my stories soon, but school has been crazy lately. And I just turned 15 so my life is insane. Here's chapter 1 Enjoyy,

Title: Hatters and Hearts

Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland.

Summary: I tried to live in the realm of Mortals. I was lost. I dreamed of Futterwacken and Jaberwockies. I dreamed of a certain crazed Hatter. I counted ten impossible things and knew they could be real, if I was in Underland. Then it hit me. I needed to go back to Underland. For real this time I needed to go home.

Alice returns to Underland to find that the Red Queen desires to march on the world of Mortals. Alice is the only key to the gates, which have been sealed. Th Hatter has been desolate in missing her. Now she must once again become White Queen Mirana's champion to save both the realms and avoid capture at all costs. If Iracebeth gets a hold of Alice's blood, now fused with that of the Jabberwocky, all is lost. Can she save the world she once caled hers, protect the world she now calls home, and accept the locv that is calling for the Hatter?

Whispered breezes of autumn blew crisp leaves through my path. I drew my cloak tighter around my form, holding back the air. The time had come. I was going home.

*Flashback*
Do you really have to leave? The Hatter asked, tears welling in his eyes. Don't worry yourself. I'll be back before you know it. As I drank the blood of the Jabberwocky, the winds picked up, carrying me back to the world of mortals. I was leaving Underland.
End Flashback.

Now I'm going back. I tried to remain normal and pretend I didn't believe in magic. But I was living a lie. I belonged in Underland. I reached the wizened tree, looking for the rabbit hole. I saw nothing, just the cracked earth and a stone. Turning it over I read something. It was written in an old language of mortals that McTwisp mentioned he had learned while searching for me years ago.

Dear Alice, it's McTwisp. The door is sealed. Iracebeth is trying to return to power, but not in Underland. She seeks to use black magic and march on your world. If ever you try to return, use the blood of the Jabberwocky inside you. The Queen sayas it wil forever link you to our world. Good luck, the Right Alice.
McTwisp

Iracebeth. The name fouled my tongue. It wasn't enough to steal the throne only to lose it. Now she sought to attack the humans. But I laughed at how he called me the Right Alice; it had been quite the question the last time I was there. I braced my self, removing my bag and pulling out the tiny knife I always have. Let's hope I didn't read this wrong. Drops of blood hit the stone and spread, forming a puddle that was marbled purple and red. Glancing back at the ground I saw it: the entrance to Underland. Carefully, so that no trace could be used later, I wiped the rock clean and poured water over it. If the Jabberwocky blood in my veins was the key then I could never let it fall into her hands. Once mroe lifting my bag and holding my cloak I jumped.

It was different than other trips to Underland, in that I actually knew what was happening. I knew to dodge the piao, bounce off the beds, and avoid the swirling metal. It felt like forever when I hit the marble floor. At least this time I knew what was going on. I had packed several mini dresses in case I over did the pisshalver once or twice. I grabbed the key from the table and gathered some of the drink in a small bottle. The I drank a few drops and strode to the miniscule door. After collecting some Umplekuchin I opened the last door into Underland.

Vibrant colors decorated the world around me. I took a deep breath. The air here was so pure. "Alice!"
"Alice!"
"Alice!" Three familiar voices said. I saw Mallyumpkin, the March Hare, and the Poppy flower. "Hello everyone."
"Welcome back." The doormouse scurried, tiny, but very real sword swaying at her side "Yer late fer tea!" The March Hare yelled, dancing around me.
"I know I know. It took me a while to realize I would never be happy in the world I was born in. I needed to be back here." Just as I finished there was a deafening roar. I didn't flinch, recognizing my old friend. Mallyumpkin shivered, the March Hare dived behind the grass. I just turned to face him. His fur was grey and spotted, his teeth were pointed and white. He was still much larger than I. It was the Bandersnatch. He nosed my arm, the same place he'd clawed me when we first met. I felt him nuzzle my neck as I scratched unde rhis chin. He extended a single large paw, indicating for me to mount. Who was I to say no? I loved riding him.
Alice.- His mental voice was husky and deep.
Hello old friend. Are you well?
I am. It is good that you are home.
I'm glad to be here.
"He's been slightly off since you left." Mallyumpkin said.
"And the Hatter?" I almost wished I hadn't asked. Her face fell, eyes welling up. "What is it?"
"He hasn't been the same lately. No one has, but especially him. He hasn't left the workshop in months, maybe more."
"Take me to him." I couldn't bear the thought of the one person I'd missed most becoming so frail.
"Ay Marchie, meet us there? She need to get there."
"Hurry yer self on over there then." Mallyumpkin smiled, though it did not reach her eyes.
"Come on Alice." We ran astride the Bandersnatch for miles, eventually reaching the palace.
"So he's still hatting?"
"Yes It's all he does." I began to cry. Then I saw the White Queen rushing gracefully towards us.
"Alice! Darling it's been so long." "Your Majesty." I dismounted, kneeled. "Arise, my Champion." She saw the tears in my eyes.
"You heard?" Her eyes were sad.
"Where is he?" I choked out. She took my arm, leading me up to the Hatter's shop. I vaguely noticed the changes since my last visit. Scarlet drapes had been replaced by cascading curtains of ivory. Other than that unfocused detail I saw very little. Then we reached a door. It was a simple door, unlike the others. What had been once vibrant decor was faded and tattered. Taking a deep breath I grasped the handle and stepped through.

Stacks of hats were mounted around the room. White, pink, pokkadotted, there were all variates. The fist mountain was beautiful, complex. But as I walked further they began to grow darker until I was surrounded by blacck and dark gray top hats and bonnets. There was a man with frazzled red hair and a black, faded hat sat furiosly stitching what could only be described as a shroud. "Hatter?" He didn't move, so I walked around the table. His hat was over his face. "Hatter." I said louder, lifting the brim. He looked at me, but there was no light in his normally joyous orbs. "Hatter, it's me. Please, don't you recognize me?" Finally the tears fell, one landing on his stilled hands. Then he looked at me with renewed sight. I held my breath.
"Alice?"

There's that. Next update on all stories coming soon as I can.