ALiCE in WoNDeRLaND
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I stared at the one who had refused to let me die, deciding he was much nicer to look at
then that troll they called Miyka'el. "So, who am I?"
Zale wasn't sure where to begin his story.
"Hey, Zale," Zione spoke up. "Her name is ALiCE..."
"Very funny," Zale snapped. "Your name is ALiCE. Your last name is Andersen. Your
father's a doctor, a psychiatrist, the one who's currently taking care of you."
"My father..." I whispered.
"Your mother is dead," Miyka'el pointed out.
"Gee, thanks, Miyka'el," Zale retorted. "Way to break it to her."
Miyka'el shrugged. "She doesn't have any idea who these people are."
"Why don't I?" I asked.
Zale made a face. "Recurring temporary amnesia is why you can't remember us. As for
your parents..." He looked at Namdhari.
"You were raised by your grandparents," Namdhari explained.
"What happened to them?" I wanted to know.
"Murdered," Miyka'el told me. "You seem to have that sort of luck."
Zale glared at him. "We're not sure, but... we think that your memory of your real life is
fading, because you've been here so long. You're having trouble remembering anything
outside of WoNDeRLaND."
"Why the amnesia?" I asked.
"Damn, you're annoying," Miyka'el muttered.
"Wow, you read minds, too," I replied.
"Read this," he shot back, flipping me off.
"Real mature, guys," Aurick said with a sigh.
Zale started again before a war could erupt. "We think that the amnesia is your mind's way of trying to get you to go home. If you keep forgetting about us, and why you're here, then maybe one day you'll just get up and leave."
"Unfortunately, you haven't done so yet," Miyka'el said, stating the obvious.
"This is just another theory, like I said. We're not sure. That's why Namdhari here almost
pissed himself when you started acting all weird awhile ago."
It was nice to see Zale smile. Namdhari made a face at him.
"Charming. So," Zale continued, "the reason you're here is because..." Zale trailed off.
Miyka'el groaned. "Oh, come on, Zale! Just tell her! She tries to kill us all with a butcher
knife and you're afraid to tell her she witnessed a murder?"
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I stared at the one who had refused to let me die, deciding he was much nicer to look at
then that troll they called Miyka'el. "So, who am I?"
Zale wasn't sure where to begin his story.
"Hey, Zale," Zione spoke up. "Her name is ALiCE..."
"Very funny," Zale snapped. "Your name is ALiCE. Your last name is Andersen. Your
father's a doctor, a psychiatrist, the one who's currently taking care of you."
"My father..." I whispered.
"Your mother is dead," Miyka'el pointed out.
"Gee, thanks, Miyka'el," Zale retorted. "Way to break it to her."
Miyka'el shrugged. "She doesn't have any idea who these people are."
"Why don't I?" I asked.
Zale made a face. "Recurring temporary amnesia is why you can't remember us. As for
your parents..." He looked at Namdhari.
"You were raised by your grandparents," Namdhari explained.
"What happened to them?" I wanted to know.
"Murdered," Miyka'el told me. "You seem to have that sort of luck."
Zale glared at him. "We're not sure, but... we think that your memory of your real life is
fading, because you've been here so long. You're having trouble remembering anything
outside of WoNDeRLaND."
"Why the amnesia?" I asked.
"Damn, you're annoying," Miyka'el muttered.
"Wow, you read minds, too," I replied.
"Read this," he shot back, flipping me off.
"Real mature, guys," Aurick said with a sigh.
Zale started again before a war could erupt. "We think that the amnesia is your mind's way of trying to get you to go home. If you keep forgetting about us, and why you're here, then maybe one day you'll just get up and leave."
"Unfortunately, you haven't done so yet," Miyka'el said, stating the obvious.
"This is just another theory, like I said. We're not sure. That's why Namdhari here almost
pissed himself when you started acting all weird awhile ago."
It was nice to see Zale smile. Namdhari made a face at him.
"Charming. So," Zale continued, "the reason you're here is because..." Zale trailed off.
Miyka'el groaned. "Oh, come on, Zale! Just tell her! She tries to kill us all with a butcher
knife and you're afraid to tell her she witnessed a murder?"
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