Whoever said that odd saying, what was it? "Time heals all wounds"? Well, anyway, whoever said that was never seen in Underland. Underland you ask? Why not Wonderland? Well reader... Simply put, there is no such thing as a "Wonderland". There is no wonder in the world compared to Underland. Why can you not see it, not find it? Underland is a place that is only found by those who need it desperately. It is a labyrinth of change and a cloth woven of wonder. It is a gem from ashes, and a tapestry woven by charm. A dream, it was once called. But that was a longer while ago than I should like to travel. For now, you shall have to be content with my story. It was a story that took place long ago, yes. It did indeed. But it took place in a time that was called "The Age Of The Red Queen". The Red Queen... Iracebeth of Crims. I hold a great deal against that woman. Yes, a great many things I blame her for. I hold so much against that small woman, so much... A deal more than I'd like to admit. Yes, my dear reader, yes. I'd like to tell you that I am the sweetest, kindest, and most forgiving of people, that I'd make the White Queen pale in comparison, but I apologize, reader, for if anything good can be said of me, it is that I am honest when need be. No reader, I am not forgiving, I am not relatively kind, and if anything, I am bitter, not sweet. If I were you, I would toss this tale away to the winds and their mercy, forget the tales and threads of a most definitely mad woman. If I were you, I would travel to the now preserved part of an old age, travel to the same rabbit hole that a girl named Alice fell down. I would see it myself, examine the aging, weathered wood, the large gap between it's roots, and I would jump down into a realm of wonders untold. But you must read on to decide for your own selves. Read on and discover an unseen world. Talk to hares who can cook, and dormice who are heroes. Queens who take vows of pacifism, white rabbits in waistcoats who faint, Champions of the Age named Alice, who come and go as they wish, and sometimes even a cat who can vanish. Read on into Underland reader, and see for yourself my friends as they truly were. Read on and live as you've never lived before, for nobody has ever truly lived, not Above. But I am stalling, for my tale is long, and my breath is little. I shall tell you a tale of a tailor and Countess named Melody, and of a madman called Hatter. I shall tell you the truth of my foolishness. But above all, I shall tell you of how I tore apart the lives of two very deserving people... How I twisted the lives of Tarrant Hightopp and Melody Soere. I apologize, reader, for what is yet to come, I apologize. But still I ask, read on, read on. Please...
If not for my sake, for theirs, reader.
Read on.