This is my first fanfic ever. The point of view will change through out the story. It will have my own OC. Please read and review with any complaints or comments you may have. I hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Joker/Clover/Heart no Kuni no Alice


-3rd Person-

In the moonlight you could see a girl sitting with her back against a tree. She looked to be around the age of eighteen. Her arms were wrapped around her knees, holding them to her chest. The girl's chin was resting gently on her arms. Her lips were pulled down into a frown and you could make out tears slowly streaming down her face.

She was wearing an outfit that consisted of red with multiple belts. The belts were as black as a raven's coat, while the red was so bold and shining bright under the moon that could rival a glistening ruby. Her top was a long, sleeved shirt that left her shoulders bare except for a single strap on each side. There were belts at the top of the shirt and both sleeves. Another belt resided just under her chest where the shirt beagan to split. She was wearing a short, skirt with a belt reasting near the waist of it. On her feet were high, combat style boots. Each boot contained three belts. There were also black socks with a red stripe at the top, that went a little lower than mid-thigh.

Her short, auburn hair shined under the moon. The girl's hair was all choppy at the end and came just below her shoulders. She had small and petite frame, with a face that made her seem younger than actual age.. Her skin was a creamy color that glowed in the light. The moonlight gave the girl an ethereal glow that made you unable to turn away. But it wasn't the glow that truly captured your attention. It was the girl's eyes, half hiden by long lashes and auburn bangs. They were a silvery blue, that held so much sadness and loneliness that it pained your heart.

She was looking up at the moon like she was searching for an answer that she desperatly needed. Everything about her looked like she had given up hope. Everything, but her eyes. For within the sadness that filled her eyes there was a glimour of hope.

Her soft, pink lips moved The girl's voice was carried by the wind. A soft, gentle voice that equally matched her beauty. She sighed and spoke only four little words, but those four words held much of the girl's emotion and desperation. "Where are you, Alice?"