The Prince of Diamonds

An Alice in Wonderland Fanfiction

Prologue

The sun was setting in England, and a young chap named Deacon Alvey was sitting next to an orange-tinted stream. In his hands he held a book, telling the tale of Alice's Adventure in Wonderland.

"What a peculiar story," he said, turning to the next page.

He was just getting to the part where the Mad Hatter asked the question, "Why is a raven like a writing desk," and he closed the book shut. Paying no attention to what the stars were showing in the sky, Deacon closed his eyes, letting a soft breeze mess his hair. How he loved the way the grass felt against his skin, so soft, so tender. Only in the gorgeous spring he felt this feeling, little did he know that it was the last time he'd ever see it.

He loved constellations, you see, so he opened his eyes, making shapes out of the little stars.

"My oh my, its Leo!" he pointed up in the sky. Leo was one of his favorite constellations, because he knew Leo was a brave warrior. He wanted to be like him some day, instead of his shy, weak self. But, you see, he was a quite oblivious child indeed. He didn't read, nor heed the warning in the sky, stating "TURN BACK," as it glittered.

Deacon dusted his clothes to free the dirt from them, walking, for it would soon be dinner time. He didn't want to be late, and of course, a young lad has to eat. Once again, his natural obliviousness kicked in, and he stumbled over a hole. Upon further inspection, it seemed to be a rabbit's hole. It wasn't that large, but just big enough for someone to fall and break their ankle.

Several seconds later, the hole grew, larger and larger. Before he knew it, the hole was consuming him, body and all. Where he was headed, he sure didn't know. But he fell and fell, still watching the hole grow. It was dark in the hole, and quite lonely as he awaited his fall. Unlike in the book, he found no ORANGE MARMALADE, but he did uncover a jar of STRAWBERRY JAM. Alas, a sad violin played in the background, and a piano was off key. Then without a trace, the jam was no more.

In his lonesome hour, he looked down at the ground. It was coming up fast, indeed. With his book in hand, he closed his eyes tight. It's a funny thing, he was afraid of being at much too tall a height. In an odd and nearly silly way, the ground did not shake, nor break, nor quake, as he hit the ground.

He stared in awe, in a peculiar room, he was not sure he was really in. Deacon was still recovering from the fall, he look around the place, especially the walls. How did he get there? Where has he been? There is a battle, for soon he shall win.