Prologue:
I was running through the woods, I was wearing a skirt, no a dress! And it was black, I think with white roses on it? It was a longish dress and something I would never wear though it fit me like no other dress ever had, as if it had been made for me alone. I could feel the dew that clung to the leaves around me soak my white stockings and the end of my skirts. The soft, moist earth soaked through the white flats I was wearing, leaving my feet so cold I could barely feel them, oddly my shoes stayed stark white like an albino rabbit. Still I ran on, trying not to think of what was chasing me, trying not to think of what it would do to me if it caught up to me. I slipped and caught myself on a mossy tree, the wet moss hid the sharp thorn that stuck out from the bark, I didn't even feel the sharp barb pierce and slice through the flesh of my hand. What made me realize the wound was the blood running down my hand like a river of scarlet, it dripped from the tips of my fingers onto my dress, painting my roses a sickening deep red. I heard it getting closer causing me to run faster, but the thing could smell the sent of my blood and my pursuer was catching up. A branch seemed to grab me, wrapping its branches around me, holding me in place. I had no choice, I had to hide. I dropped down behind the tree that had entangled me and found that the roots formed a small cave at the base to the tree and I crawled into the safety of shadows. The back of my little cave was actually a little curtain of moss that I fell through, I was tumbling down, fast and for what seemed to be an eternity. I saw the bottom of the cave getting brighter but it was also closer in the middle was a speck that soon formed into a boy. He caught me in his arms with utter grace and I could feel his muscles tense and press into me with the extra weight. I looked up at him and the first think I noticed was his eyes, they were pale red, bordering on being pink. and he was smiling as though he had been waiting to catch me and was very pleased with himself. Then I looked at his hair, it was pure white, but it made him look youthful and. . . he had . . . rabbit ears? Just as I started to question this peculiar fact, he spoke.
"Welcome to Wonderland, Alice."