There once was a story of a young lady with the name of Alissya Kingsly. One day, she went missing. She was gone for several years, but suddenly reappeared one day. Many years after she had vanished. The doctors took her in. To examine her and make sure she was unharmed, physically or other wise. They say she screamed and pleaded for them to let her go back. Back to a place she called Wonderland/Underland. This woman,they say, was kept in the mental institution for the rest of her days until they found her dead in her room. They say they're not sure how she died, but they knew it was sudden and painless.This is what Mira had heard about her great aunt all her life. That she was insane and that is why you would never see any pictures of her or here her name in the midst of pleasant conversations.However, Mira had always wondered what her aunts made up world was like when she was a child. Was it really so special that she couldn't bear to just let go? She used to ask these questions to her mother (Alice's Niece). She was scolded and told that young ladies shouldn't pry in such depressing matters.So Mira learned to keep her questions to her self. All her many unanswered questions that she knew she would never have the answers to. She took to being more lady like and increasing her skills. However, the questions still remained in her head. In the dark corner where one rarely goes, the place were you would only visit on restless nights when you couldnt control your thoughts and curiosityOne day when Mira was in brighton she went on a tour of an elegant house. She saw a painting of a horrid looking man with a sour face and a mop of red curly hair. "Who is this man?" She asked the old maid giving the tour to her and her company. The old maid turned to the painting in which she saw the young lady looking at. "Ah! That is Sir Hamish. He was lord of the house many years ago. Great man he was. I came to work here a few weeks before his fiancé went missing." She said simply with a raspy voice. Mira looked a little shocked at how easily the maid could speak of it. "And what was his fiancés name?". The maid turned and gestured at a picture of a beautiful girl that looked a few years older than Mira. She had golden hair and wore a sapphire dress. "This is her. Her name was Kingsly, Alissya Kingsly. Though she preferred to be called Alice". The maid spoke with a light chuckle near the end.Mira had never seen a picture of her aunt before. She was a lot different than what she imagined she'd be. Mira pulled out her parchment paper and sketched out the painting before continuing with the tour.The tour was only half way over when Mira decided she was bored with it. She decided to go on a walk of the grounds. She had grabbed some food out of the kitchen and put it in a basket before setting out.She had been walking for about 30 minutes when she came access a large dark tree that was bare. It was rather odd since it was the middle of spring but she sat down at base of it anyways. She had been sitting there for a few minutes eating her sandwich before she had noticed the hole on the other side. She sat her snack in her basket and moved closer. She peared insided and thought she saw something bright near the back of it. She leaned in further, she reached out thinking she was close enough to grasp the brightness. Then she felt the ground suddenly disappeared from up under her hand. She fell, the darkness surrounding her, and the bright light that was in front of her before was now beneath her. She gazed down where she should have seen her feet, the wind from the drop was blowing her hair in every direction she knew of. She reached out hoping to find something to grab. She brought her hand back with a gasp when she realized how alow she was actually going. She reached out her hand again cautiously and felt.. leather? Yes, she was sure it was leather bindings on the spines of books. She then heard a loud gong underneath her. It reminded her of a grandfather clock, but it sounded 14 times so she knew it couldnt have been. She kept falling and falling and...
She finally reached the bottom with a loud thud but it surprisingly didnt hurt at all.She crawled out of the narrow space she landed in to find herself crawling out of the exact same tree... except this one was the opposite as well as the same. It was a light mocha color with vines of leaves and flowers hanging all around it. She had seen it in a book somewhere before. "What was it again? A weeping willow?" No, it was to beautiful to have such a sorrowfull name. She squinted her eyes as a ray of sun shone through the vines and she hesitantly took a step forward. She sighed deeply as she reached out a shaky hand to pull back the curtain of vines between herself and the unknown.