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Prologue:

Tarrant's PoV:

Moonlight spilled over Underland, touching everything with silver. As a figure stepped out from the shadow of the balcony, his face almost seemed to glow silver. He was unnaturally pale, and his hair and eyes were definitely not normal. His hair was a bright, vibrant orange, and his eyes were a mesmerizing hazel/emerald color. His hat was black with a lighter design, and a pink, tattered ribbon wound around it. His hands were just as pale as his face, small, with long, slender fingers. He sighed.

He was home, playing with his little sister and his brother in the gardens. "Tarrant!" his mother called softly. "Kila's here." he looked up expectantly, jumping and twisting away from the tiny strawberry-haired streak that was his best friend. She laughed.

"You're getting better." she said approvingly. "You'll be ready for the Jabberwocky. I know it!" she stood, relaxing. He followed suit, puzzled. Normally they play-fought for a while, but now she was serious. He stepped forward and hugged her gently. He'd grown up with her as practically another sister, and could tell she was troubled.

"What's wrong?" he whispered softly in her ear.

"Nothing..." she replied. He pulled back and looked at her sternly.

"Don't you dare pretend you're fine! I know you better than that, and you know it! What's happened?" he asked.

"My parents came." she whispered.

She'd been raised as an orphan in the Hightopps' mansion. Now her true parents were reclaiming her, and she was upset. It didn't take him long to realize she was leaving.

"When will you be back?" he asked, terrified at the thought of losing her.

"I won't." she replied quietly.

"But-"

"I want to! They won't let me! They say I'm an Atlantian goddess, the Phoenix Princess, and that I have my own Destiny to fulfill. I have to catch up, and that means a lot of hard work, so I can't come back. Ever." she started crying. "Tarrant, I don't want to go! Hide me, save me! I want to stay here...with you." she looked up at him with those big amber eyes, pleading.

Tarrant had known her all their lives, and he had only seen her cry rarely. Never in personal pain. This scared him.

"We'll try." he promised. "I don't want to lose you, either." She hugged him tightly. He caught her gaze as they pulled away, aware that she had to go now. He leaned in,...

And he'd lost her for good. Years later, he'd realized he'd been in love-when they came back without her to hunt him down and tell him she'd failed. That she was dead and her world, her family, her people, were doomed. And that his world, home, and friends were next. The prophecy after the Alice was his. And he had to see it through, for Kila.

"Tarrant?" Mirana asked softly.

"Your Highness, there is something I must tell you." he turned.

"Very well."

"And the others." she nodded, knowing that he meant Chessur, Nivens, Thackery, and Mallymkum. If only Alice were here...

They were all gathered around in the White Queen's council chambers.

"What do you wish to tell us?" Mirana asked softly.

Tarrant looked around slowly, knowing full well he was about to betray an ancient, albeit dead, civilization, and his best friend-and only love of his life.

"You all thought the Jabberwocky was the worst...the only prophecy in Mirana's realm." they nodded, and he shook his head. "It's not."

There were startled gasps and exclamations all around. Chessur vanished, while Mirana tried desperately to calm everybody. "Let Tarrant explain!" she turned to him expectantly. "What do you mean? Surely there cannot be anything worse?"

"There is. There is a Dark Force dragging life from all lands except the Above. And even that is darkening, although not dying. We are next."

"How do you know this?" Mallymkum asked gently, clearly thinking this was something his mad mind had dreamed up. Little did she-or any of them know he'd been driven mad by his loss, and was now perfectly sane, as his chance to avenge her drew near.

"I had a friend...Kila, Kiladash, Phoenix Princess of the Atlantian gods, my family raised her as an orphan, and her sister and parents came to me just after Alice left. She is dead; she died trying to fulfill her prophecy and stop this from coming this far. Atlantis, the strongest of our worlds, has fallen, and we are next." he said quietly.

"You WHAT?" they shrieked in one voice.

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