So, this is the sequel to 'Time to Say Goodbye'. I hope you enjoy it. xxx

(I own nothing except the plot {which i hope is awesome})

I stared out at the sunset. It was, truly a magnificent. An array of colours was painted on the horizon and the waves danced in perfect harmony with each other. Everything was perfect here in wonderland. Not a day seemed to pass where I was left with nothing to do or something to marvel at. And then, at the end of each day, I would return to Tarrant's house after a stroll through the beautiful gardens at marmoreal. We would drink a last cup of tea before retiring upstairs for the night.

I had been in Wonderland exactly a year and I truly felt like I belonged. I was home.

I couldn't imagine anyone else feeling as happy as I do. I smiled, stealing one last time glimpse at the Sky and was about to turn and leave when an angelic voice broke the silence of the night.

"It is marvelous isn't it?"

I jumped a little and turned to my right. The White Queen stood, perfectly poised and smiling at the setting sun.

"You startled me, you Majesty."

"How many times must I ask you to call me Mirana, Alice?"

I laughed.

"Sorry, it's just a habit."

We stood in silence for a minute.

"Are you alright Alice?"

I looked at her, confused.

"Of course, why ever would I not be?"

She raised her dark eyebrows.

"The nightmares?"

"Oh. They're nothing." I quickly dismissed the things that had me waking up every night drenched in sweat and screaming at the top of my lungs.

"Alice." She said sternly. "Tarrant doesn't tell me they're nothing. In fact, he's becoming increasingly worried about you."

She looked at me expectantly and I struggled to keep eye contact.

"Alice, I'm not asking you as your queen, but as your friend to tell me what they're about, so I can help you stop them."

I shook my head and shuddered. I wouldn't let anyone else suffer the terror of my nightmares.

I pushed away from the stone railing.

"I should get back. I've made plans with an architect to go over construction plans for the layout of Tarrant's old village."

She smiled at me, and gently pushed my chin up with her hand.

"Always the selfless one."

I nodded and bid her goodnight.

The woods were no longer intimidating, but gentle and harmonious. The walk home and the cool breeze helped clear my mind and rid myself of any thoughts of my dreams.

I crossed through the once destroyed village, which had now been cleared and leveled out ready for development. I smiled as I remember setting myself the task of re-building the village to make Tarrant happy, amongst other things on my list of impossible things.

That day's events had all been a blur, but it had been the best day of my life so far. I replayed the best moment in my head;

"That's good, because I don't think I could watch you disappear from my life again. And I love you too." Tarrant had whispered to me.

He leaned down and pressed his lips once again to mine. Gently, he led us to the old windmill and opened the door. His lips never left mine as he picked me up and walked up the stairs. Another door was opened and he lowered me on to a soft surface. I broke away suddenly and looked at him sharply.

"Tarrant! No!" I squealed, shocked.

He laughed and straightened up from hovering over me on the bed. I simply stared at him while he came out of his laughing fit.

"I wasn't implying that Alice. Dear, no! I just though you should sleep some. You've had an eventful day, or had you forgotten? I would never, Alice."

I had blushed a deep red and laughed nervously.

"Sorry, Tarrant."

"No, no, 'tis not the fault of yours. And you simply must not feel embarrassed. You do have a lovely colour when you do though."

I covered my flaming cheeks and decided to change the subject.

"Can we go to the castle when I wake up? I do wish to inform The Queen that I am back."

"For good, this time?" I noticed a small trace of doubt in his words. His voice shook a little.

I stood up on the bed so I was a head taller than he was and bent down to plant one soft kiss on his lips.

"For good." I whispered in his ear.

That afternoon, we had returned to the castle and surprised everyone with the news that I was staying. The Queen had insisted I reside in Marmoreal, but after watching Tarrant's face drop, I had disinclined.

Within a couple of weeks, I had completed clearing up the tea table and its surroundings as well as fixing the windmill and making it acceptable to live in.

I looked at the building as I approached it and smiled. I could see Tarrant's shadow moving forward and back in his workroom on the top floor. He was probably creating another new dress for me, despite the wardrobe full I already had because he insisted on outdoing himself with every item he made.

I opened the door quietly and stepped inside. The smell of vanilla and tea filled my nose and I inhaled deeply.

I snuck up the stairs and took out the small package I had collected from the Castle earlier in the day.

The door to his workshop was ajar and I peeked in. He had his back to me, but I could see him adjusting and replacing, cutting and stretching various bits of material that made up a pastel yellow dress.

I decided it was time to reveal my presence, so I quietly unwrapped the package and opened the door.

"Happy one year anniversary!" I sang.

I laughed as Tarrant jumped and knocked a box of sequins on the floor, then dropped a heavy looking object on his foot and cried out.

He whirled around and his eyes glowed yellow before quickly fading back to green. I was familiar with his anger outbursts, yet the dark shadows that formed around his eyes and the blazing amber iris never ceased to shock me.

He strode forward, smiling. The gap between his teeth more pronounced than ever and wrapped me in a hug.

"You remembered." He said.

"How could I forget?" I countered. "Look what Mirana had made for us."

I held up the little box, containing a cake big enough for two. He laughed.

"How thoughtful." He reached in and took out a piece. "Here, you try it first."

He held the cake up to my mouth and I took a generous bite.

"Mmm." I swallowed the piece. "It's good."

He grinned and brought the piece to his own mouth. Suddenly, I felt an odd lurch in my stomach. I tried to breathe, but the air would not go down my throat.

"Wait!" I tried to say and pulled the cake away from his mouth. "It's poisoned." I whispered before falling to the ground and blacking out.

Sorry about the lack of excitement, but it will pick up, I promise. This story will be longer than it's prequel and will have much more Alice x Tarrant in it.

xxx