Adele walked through the mushroom forest, with mushrooms as high as trees and even bigger, as she was only a foot high. There were fireflies and crickets all around, and Adele heard the sound of a peaceful creek, trickling neerbye.

"I want to go home!" Adele pouted. "These mushrooms smell like mud!"

Adele walked all through the night till she came to an opening from the forest. There was an old, broken down windmill and a ridiculously long line of tables with a tea party set up. Adele was very hungry so she was happy to see that there were many cakes, scones and much, much more.

"Oh, yummy!" Adele squealed, and she ran to the tables.

Just as she was about to pick a cherry off of a cake, she noticed that there was a man at the end of the table.

He was woken from his sleep, at the presence of Adele, and he opened his pea grean eyes and smiled widely, as Adele glanced at him.

Adele backed away from the table in fear, as this man was the freakiest man she had ever seen. Trying to mind her own business, she began to walk off without being noticed, but the man stood from his old, beaten down chair, and walked across the tea tables, knocking cups and plates around.

Adele let out a blood curdling scream of terror and ran as fast as her undersized legs could carry her. "Help, help! Daddy!" she called, but the man caught up in seconds, and pulled her on her little hand.

"Let me go!" Adele screamed.

"It's you," the man said with a crazy, gap toothed smile. "Alice, you're terribly late, you know, naughty," he said, pointing at her lecturing.

Adele narrowed her eyes at the man. "What?"

"I've waited ten years for you, you know? When you left the first time, it almost killed, me, but now you're back, you see! And we need to get on to the Frabjious day!"

Adele covered her nose, as the man's morning breath was hideous, along with being much, much bigger than her, and his morning greasy hair was crumbly.

"I'm not Alice!" Adele folded her arms, "but I can see why she would have left you!"

"Excuse me?" the man lisped.

Adele rolled her eyes. "I just want to go home! I was supposed to make cookies!"

"Why must you go home so soon?" he asked. Then he stood. "I'm sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Tarrant Hightopp, the Mad Hatter, at your servous," he said, with a polite bow, and he removed his hat.

"Pfft...well that's great, but I don't want your servous. I want to go home," Adele turned to walk away.

"Oh, but Adele! You must defeat the Jabberwocky!" Hatter said.

Adele crunched up her face at how many wrinkles this old man had. She heaved a sigh. "I wish a cute guy could have been the one to find me."

"I'm sorry, what's that, Dear?" he asked

"Nothing," Adele rolled her eyes.

"Come, Dear," he said, with a chuckle. "Come join us for tea." Hatter took hold of Adele's tiny hand and dragged her across the table.

"Aaaaa!" Adele squeaked. "Pay attention to what you're doing! You got pie jelly on my feat!"

Hatter set Adele on a pile of books so that she could reach the table. Adele cowered as a March Hare laughed like a maniac and stared at her with his pop eyes. There was a mouse as well and a scary, scary cat.

Adele wished that there were something normal about this place. "Hat Man, are there any normal looking people here?" she asked with an attitude.

But the hatter didn't actually listen to her question. He was talking all about the frabjious day, and how he was going to futterwacken, vigorously once the Red Queen was defeated.

"Ugghhhhh..." Adele shook her head as she stared at the sky, "he's so old an un handsome."

"And we must go to the White queen's castle, as she's waiting for the champion. The prince himself has his army ready for battle at any time."

Suddenly, Adele stopped in her thoughts. "Wait...did you say prince?" she asked.

"Yes, My Dear. Young Price Aksel, the queen's son. He'll be waiting as well."

"Well, let's not keep him waiting any longer! Come on, let's go!" Adele cried, anxiously, as she stood on her seat.

Hatter chuckled, as he removed his hat. "Wait, wait, Dear. You must take this drink of Pishalver," he said, giving a vile to Adele to drink.

"What's this?" Adele crunched up her nose.

"Drink it, drink it!" Hatter hurried her along.

Adele glared at him. "Don't rush me!" she snapped and she took a sip of the drink. Suddenly, Adele shrunk down to four inches. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" she screamed. "What did you do to me, you weird, old man!"

"My Dear, you must be small enough to ride on my hat," he explained.

"I'm not your dear, and I'm not riding on you're dusty old hat!" Adele pouted, as she turned away. Then she glanced down at herself. At least being the size she was made her dress a cute little white fluttery one with a flower and ribbons on the side. That was one good thing about it.

"How will the prince ever notice me now!" Adele cried.

"Now, now, My Dear. Don't fret, the queen will make you your regular size again," Hatter said, as he set Adele on his hat.

"I'm not your dear!" Adele repeated, "and you had better be right."

"I'm as right as right will ever be," Hatter said, charmingly, and he took the hat and walked it and Adele away.

As Adele lay, bored on the brim of Hatter's top hat, he was stating a poem of Underland. It seemed to be about someone defeating something with lots of gibberish words ivolved.

Adele rolled her eyes as she rested her hands behind her head and listened on. She wasn't going to say anything though. She knew that Hatter wanted her to ask what he was reciting.

But when he was finished, he plucked Adele from his hat and gazed upon her with his freaky eyes. "It's all about you, you know?" he said, in a Scotch accent.

Adele folded her arms. "What's all about me?" she said, smartly.

"That poem I was just saying."

"Well, I wasn't listening, so I don't care who it's about. Now how long till we get to the White castle?" Adele looked out at the path.

"It'll be quite a while," Hatter said, a bit disappointedly.

"Well, how long?"

"I don't know, Dear," Hatter sighed.

Adele pinched the palm of his hand for calling her dear again, but suddenly she sqealed out in disgust. The hatter's hand looked like it carried a desease, with blood, callouses and lots of red splotches.

Continuing her squealing, she climbed up his arm and rode on his shoulder. "What's wrong with your hands! They're hideous!"

Hatter looked offended. "I don't know..."

Adele wanted to cry. Now she got full wiffs of his hair and saw lots of dandrift all over the shoulder that she sat on. "Oh...!" Adele wiped tears off onto her dress. "I hope the prince isn't as freaky as this guy! Then my whole trip would be a waist!"

After a long torturous trip to Marmoreal, Adele was sobbing and sobbing when she finally saw that there was a huge white castle ahead. "Oh, we're here, we're here!" Adele cried, and she almost jumped off of Hatter's hat, but he caught her before she could.

"Wait, there, Little Girl. You can't walk there with your tiny legs."

"I can if it's getting away from you!" Adele snapped.

Hatter frowned sadly.

"How does my hair look!" Adele stood, and started straightening out her hair. "Is it bad?"

"You look...beautiful..." Hatter said, a little hesitantly.

Adele rolled her eyes. "Well, what does that mean? Who know's what you think is beautiful."

As Hatter began walking up to the castle gate, Adele saw seven men on horses. The head horseman was wearing a crown.

"Oh!" she gasped, as she stared at the man. He had blond hair and very fair skin. His features were strong and exotic, and what a handsome young man he was. "That must be the prince..."

Adele listened as his strong, deep voice shouted orders to all the men and he unsheathed his sword. Then he and the other horsemen galloped down the castle pathway and out the gates.

"Was that Prince Aksel?!" Adele asked the hatter, in all her glory, with her cheeks rosy and eyes glittering with happiness.

"Oh, what...?" Hatter looked around. "I'm sorry, dear, I wasn't looking that way."

"He just rode past us on his horse, you dork!" Adele yelled, and she kicked his hand.

Hatter tried as hard as he could to keep from going into a mad breakdown. He didn't want to crush the little person he held.

But he quickly delivered Adele to the queen. Queen Mirana looked at Adele with a bit of discouragement. "Wait...Hatter...this isn't Alice," she said.

Hatter said, nothing. He looked a bit nervously, and shifted his feet. "Sorry."

Mirana sighed. She knew that his age was getting the better of him.

"Well, why does everyone keep talking about Alice?" Adele wined. "She's probably not near as pretty as me!"

"Alice needs to defeat the Jabberwocky," Mirana explained. "A ruthless, dragon like creature."

"Pffft, well forget that. Alice can do it," Adele said, as she walked away, in the direction of a set of armor.

Suddenly, the armor started glowing. The queen and the hatter gasped and stared at the armor. Adele looked up at the glowing armor and rolled her eyes. "Wants me to notice so I wont."

Just when Adele was about to walk away from the armor, the queen called out to her. "You may not be Alice, but the armor is calling to you!"

"What!" Adele looked afraid.

"Come with me. We must get you ready!" The queen picked up Adele and ran her out of the room.

After Adele was her normal size, cleaned up and dressed up, she was finally able to rest. "Well, it sure is nice to be able to get all those gross hatter germs off of me. Now what's all this stuff about me defeating a dragon?"

"Jabberwocky," the queen told her, "and the armor called to you."

"Probably thought it would look better on me instead of Alice," Adele rolled her brown eyes. "But I'm too scared. Fighting is for men, and I'm a pretty girl. I want to stay pretty too."

"Adele, tomorrow is the frabjeous day. We need you to defeat the jabberwocky!" the queen pleaded. "It will save all of us, and Underland will be free at last!"

"Stupid Jabberwocky," Adele pouted. "Totally just wants to get attention. And if I battle it, it'll get the attention that it wants. But if we all ignore it, he'll get embarrassed and hide away forever."

The queen didn't exactly understand what Adele was trying to say.

"If you don't mind, can I walk around a bit. I'm tired of talking about the jabberwocky," Adele walked out into the courtyard, where there were gardens with beauty, beyond belief. "Well, it sure is a good thing this castle will be mine pretty soon," she told herself, as she picked a white rose and smelled it. "I wonder when Aksel's coming home."

Adele looked around a bit, when suddenly, she spotted the royal stables. There she saw the prince was setting his horse away for the night. He was no longer in his armor and he wore a gray tunic with blue pants and brown boots up to his thighs. His head was bare and it revealed the handsome sunbleaches in his gold hair.

"Oh, there he is!" Adele jumped and she ran over to the stable. "Hi, Aksel!"

The prince jumped a bit, startled and stunned that someone called him by his first name. He looked at Adele with both curiosity and surprise. "Hello," he said, "have we met?"

"Nope!" Adele said, with a huge smile, "we've not met, otherwise I would have remembered!" she giggled.

Prince Aksel smiled. "What's your name."

"Adele, not Alice. Alice isn't as pretty as me," Adele said, with a curtsey.

The prince was still smiling and didn't know what to say. Adele was probably the most characteristic person he had ever met in his life. "Well...Adele...not Alice, what brings you here?"

"I fell down some un funny rabbit hole and then some weird old man found me and told me about the queen's son and I demanded that he took me to his castle."

The prince still didn't know what to say. All that came out was a nervous laugh. Adele smiled fondly at him and looked into his deep ocean blue eyes. "Oh, he is such an improvement from my last company. This so was worth the journey I had to take with that shabby old man!"

Just then, a maid came out and informed that it was dinner time. The prince looked at Adele. "Can I...escort you to dinner?" he asked, and he couldn't believe the courage he had to offer his arm to her.

"Can you? Oh, you better believe you can!" Adele squealed, as she grasped his strong arm. "Yay! Thank you, Aksel!"

He smiled, feeling very flattered, almost as if he were dreaming. "Thank you," he said, a bit quietly.

Suddenly, Adele sighed. "Sorry...Your Majesty...I guess I got a little too excited..."

Prince Aksel chuckled. "That's fine. You can call me Aksel."

"Well, I'll be calling you Aksel soon anyway," she said, lifting her shoulders. "I'm just saving myself some awkward time."

Aksel felt like he had been blown away. Did she really mean what he thought she meant, or was it just him? If she did mean what he thought, it would have been the first of his fan girls that he would not shut out of his life. She was the most beautiful he had ever seen in all of Underland. There was no other woman like her and Aksel hoped that he may have actually found his bride. The bride that his mother that begged him to settle down with since he was 16 years old. But all the plain women never attracted him and Adele, she was an angle to his eyes. An angel with very bad manners, but yet, still an angel. Aksel felt that he was walking on air as she skipped alongside him and chatted away about nothing at all. It was wonderful.

Adele went to the room that the White Queen had given her and to get dressed for dinner. "So, Adele. What should you intoxicate the prince with tonight?" she asked herself as she went rummaging through the closet.

All of the dresses were boring white, or light blue. Adele frowned. "What, is this Alice's wardrobe or something! I want a pretty dress!" Adele sat on the floor and thought a while. "What do I wear...?" she whined.

But suddenly, she got an idea. Quickly, Adele grabbed a white dress and ran to that hat shop. Hatter was in there, making a hat. "Hatter, this dress is my size so use it for mesurements. Make me a purple dress with a lacy bustle and yellow, pink and darker purple flowers on the skirt. I want the lace to sparkle and the shirt to be tailored with a princess cut and tiny little puff sleeves made of lace and a flower in the middle. I need it before dinner, which is in 15 minutes, so hurry up. I'll be in my chambers waiting, thank you! Bye!"

Adele rushed back up the steps and waited. "I know I won't have any trouble getting him to make me that dress," she thought confidentially.

Sure enough, just in time, there was a knock on the door. Adele jumped from her window seat and opened the door to reveal Hatter there, holding the exact dress she had requested. "Oh, thank you, Hatter!" Adele squealed, and she snatched the dressed from his arms.

"Anything for you - " Hatter began to say, but Adele shut the door before he could finish.

"Okay, now lets see," Adele said, as she tightened the laces on her corset. She put the dress on and looked magnificent. "The prince better be attracted to this. All he ever gets to see is boring white."

Adele did her hair in a simple braid that reached past her back. She clipped little flowers in her braid and leaves as well. "I'm so beautiful that I don't need to do my hair up into some georgeous, romantic stile. It would only call away from my astonishing beauty, and how would Aksel see it then?"

Adele put on some simple diamond earrings and a necklace to match. "Pretty soon I'll have a diamond ring to match!" Adele giggled. "I cant wait to be the princess."

Adele walked out of her room and down the steps. Every man she past glued his eyes to her for ever second.

"Yes, yes, I know," Adele sighed. "But it's not for all of you."

Once Adele reached the large royal dining room, the prince was standing there in the door way. He was dressed in a shining white tunic with a Marmoreal simbole on the front, with white pants and long white boots. His white cape was off one shoulder and his crown was white gold.

Adele rolled her eyes. "White, white, white," she thought. Then she stepped in his way. "Hello, Your Highness!" she cried, with a delicate and gorgeous curtsey.

The prince's turquoise eyes opened wide as could be, just as Adele had expected. "Yes, yes. Feel free to give yourself a moment and take it all in," she said, casually.

"Adele...you look...so..."

"Beautiful?" Adele offered. "I'll just make it easy on you, I know you can't talk very well right now."

Aksel smiled so wide and he didn't think he could stop. "Yes, beautiful! You're absolutely beautiful!"

"Am I even real, you wonder," Adele smiled off to the ground.

Suddenly, the prince looked terrified. "You are, right?" he gasped.

Adele batted her eyes and smiled to herself. "Well...yes, I am."

The prince's smile returned. "Oh, good," he sighed with relief.

Adele giggled. "You're funny!" she said, hitting his arm, playfully.

Off to the corner of the room, there were four ladies in white dresses, with their fancy, white hair and their fans.

"Who is she?" one of the ladies spat with hate, as they all watched Adele flirt with the prince.

"The champion," another scoffed, "who just happened to be young and beautiful!"

"She sure has the prince excited."

"I hope she dies, battling the Jabberwocky."

Just then, Adele came walking by the four ladies, arm in arm with Aksel. Adele smirked at the girls. "Isn't His Highness looking dashing this evening!" she shouted. "Or is he always? Oh, the lucky girl that gets him!"

The ladies all turned red in a heart beat. They wanted to pluck ever bit of Adele's shining brown hair out of her head.

Just then, the Queen came over to Adele. "My goodness, Adele. You look wonderful. Where did you find such a colorful dress?"

"I made it," Adele lied.

The hatter, who was neerbye, glanced over at Adele, hoping that she would confess who really made it. But she just kept walking on.

The prince lead her to the table, where he pulled a chair for her and had her seated.

"Oh, thank you, Your Highness," Adele sighed like a girl and batted her eyes. Then she gave an evil look to the four ladies again, who were as red as tomato soup.

Once dinner began, Adele was a little too excited over the royal dinner. It was the most exquisite she had ever witnessed. "Oh, yummy!" she cried, and she began to eat all the food on her plate. Then she took seconds and thirds.

The four ladies all smiled to one another. "Well, that's it. She blew it," they were sure of. No royal would ever have someone behave like that.

But when the ladies looked at the prince he was fascinated and amused by Adele's appetite and he couldn't hold his laughing.

"Son!" the queen snapped to the prince for laughing at the dinner table.

"Sorry, Mother," Aksel said, a bit shamefully, and he looked away from Adele so as not to laugh. But even Queen Mirana thought this to be funny. Adele was quite the personality.

Just then, a tall blond woman came walking in. "Sorry I'm late," she said. It was Alice. "Have I missed the Frabjous day?"

"Oh...Alice, it's you!" the queen said, a little overwhelmed.

"Yes, I've come to defeat the Jabberwocky."

"Don't worry yourself on it, Alice. I've gotten that under control," Adele said, as she mildly picked at her food.

Alice looked confused. "What?"

"The jabberwocky. I'm killing it tomorrow," Adele said.

The prince gave Adele a strange look. "Wait...what?"

"Yup." Adele put a crayfish in her mouth.

Aksel frowned. "No you're not," was all he said.

Adele lifted her eyebrow at him. "Excuse me?"

"You can't fight a jabberwocky!" the prince began to get into a frenzy.

"Oh, well I'm sorry, Mr. Prince! But your pretty little purple flowery girl just happened to have been called to the armor!" Adele stood from her seat and put her hands on her hips at him.

"That armor is for Alice!" Aksel stood looking down at her. "Let her take care of it! You stay here, in the guarded castle where nothing can happen to you!"

"Sit back down!" Adele pushed him on the chest, and knocked him back into his chair. "You haven't finished your dinner yet. Taking royal bites doesn't get you anywhere now does it?"

"That has nothing to do with you fighting in a war!" Aksel stood back up. "Now, I'm the prince and you'll listen to my orderes!"

"Who's in charge of the rules? The Prince, or the Queen?"

Aksel said, nothing. He looked over to his mother and expected her to stand on his side, but she only closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, Aksel. The armor called to her."

"No, you can't do this!" Aksel yelled.

"Aksel, calm down!" his mother tried to say.

"She's a girl, and girls can't even lift a sword!"

Just then, Adele snatched the sword out of Aksel's sheath, causing him to fumble and he fell to the ground like a fool.

"Really?" Adele smirked at him, as she fiddled with the great big sword. "What a nice shiny sword!" she said, looking in it's reflection.

Aksel stood and snatched the sword back, setting it in his sheath. "Adele...please don't," he begged her.

"And let the jabberwocky take over Underland?"

"Yes," Aksel said, with no hesitation.

"What a selfish girl I would be," Adele said, as she sat back down at the table and began on some crab legs. "Now if you don't mind, I have a battle to prepare for and I would like to eat!"

Aksel said nothing as he stood there, staring at her. Then suddenly, he ran out of the room.

"Aksel!" the queen called and she stood up, "come back!"

But he didn't. He slammed the door behind him.

Aksel ran to his closet and put on his chain mail shirt. He threw his shield on his bed along with his helmet and meatal boots.

He was interrupted in his preperations as his mother entered his room. "Aksel," she said, and he turned to look at her.

"Don't try to stop me," he said, as he set his chest plate on.

"You can't fight that jabberwocky! Only she can!"

"I don't care."

"You'll get yourself killed!"

"I don't care!"

"Do I have to set you in the dungeons?"

Aksel gave a look of horror and disbelief. "The dungeons!"

"And then you'll be even less help to her. You're no help to her by trying to kill the jabberwocky and your no help to me dead." The Queen set her palm on her face. "I'm not losing my son."

"Well, I'm not losing Adele!"

"If you care so much about her than let her kill the jabberwocky! It'll end up killing every single one of us in the end anyway, and her not having killed it will be all your fault!"

Suddenly, Aksel stopped. His mother had a point and he was beginning to think rationally. She was right. He would loose Adele if she didn't kill it. But he couldn't imagine her being in battle...All though it would be quite charcteristic of her. But how could he watch her, a little dainty girl, ride off with a sword and shield. That wasn't appealing at all, and he hated the thought of it.

"You'll be there in battle with her, but she is the only one who can do the task. You know it. Don't be a fool, and don't try to say otherwise," his mother said.

He knew that now, there was nothing he could do. He couldn't mess with fate, as he knew it would destroy everything.

"Don't worry. The Vorpal sword knows what it want's. All she has to do is hold onto it, and she cannot loose." And with that, the queen walked away. She knew that she said all she had to say to keep him from investing any farther into this mess he was making because he knew she was right.