Jem Swan placed one high heeled foot out on the field, and knew this year long stay with aunt Beatrice in the countryside should not get her too excited. The smell of farmyard animals wafted its way to her, wrinkling her face into a look of disgust.
Her dad drove off into the distance, waving his arm in big circular motions as he got out of sight from his daughter.
"Disgusting," Jem uttered, heaving one foot at a time across the grass, "Oh, and great. My heels are covered in mud."
If Jem squinted her eyes enough, she could see the silhouette of her aunt's mansion at the end of the unbearably long field, filled with cows, pigs and... A rabbit in a waistcoat?
"What?" Jem scoffed, trekking further towards it. Wild rabbits did not wear waistcoats. Sure, she'd seen her tiny dog dressed in all sorts of clothing, but not rabbits.
The white rabbit blinked at Jem.
"Hey there little guy," Jem leaned over to stroke the animal, "What's new with you?"
The rabbit opened its little mouth and let out, "I'm late!"
Jem gasped. She had only been in the countryside for a matter of minutes and the fumes from the animals had already sent her insane. She slipped off both heels, put down her bag and dashed at the rabbit.
It noticed her, and hopped away, jumping down a hole besides a large oak tree. Jem sighed as she got down on all fours and looked down the hole.
"Oh my god," she screeched as she slipped and her head stuck down the hole, "My hair! I'm getting my extensions dirty!" Jem placed her hands beside the hole and pushed, but it was no good. She was stuck.
"Someone help!" She cried, "I'm stuck! And my nails are ruined!"
No one replied.
Jem pushed and pushed but there was no use- she could not get her head out of the rabbit hole.
The earth around her started to crumble, and solid pieces of mud fell around the girl. Jem cried as she fell down the hole, deeper, deeper and deeper.
"So," the soft, deep voice echoed from across the room, "You claim you have no recollection of getting hear?"
Jem gulped down another tear, "No, sir." She sniffled.
Voices from around the room chuckled at the young girl.
"All I remember is lots of earth falling on me," she interrupted the laughs, "And I started falling."
A figure came closer and closer, eventually presenting itself as a large centipede, towering over Jem as she sat cross legged on the floor, in her own tears.
"full name?" The centipede asked.
"Jemima Swan," Jem looked up at him.
The centipede turned to the others in the room, and gave them all a small nod.
He turned back to Jem, "You're the new Alice," he said, sounding like a question.
"The what?"
"You are our new prophet."