Im kinda worried you guys are getting bored of this story because like Alice has been out and you all saw it and I dont know if you guys will stick to the end to read it or anything bcause the next story I write about Alice, Its going to be tied into this one

It was quiet, to quiet for me to be comfortable. It was like everything was muted, or maybe I just went deaf.

It was just mad and I walking down a gold path that was surrounded by trees. These trees were different from the ones back at the party. They were different shades of brown and yellow. It was as if the trees were made of gold. I watched as the leaves slowly fell away like graceful dancers taking a bow after a delightful show. This part of the forest, this part that looks like it is inflamed in golden flame, it was as if it was dedicated to Autumn; Frozen forever in this golden world, never knowing the cold embrace of winter.

I marveled at the untouched beauty of it all. No evil or sin clinging and corrupting this silence place. But, this strange beauty seemed to amplify and make the silence known to me. The silence, it was like a cloak wrapping around me and Mad. As I thought of all this, I sat on the brim of Mad's hat, dangling my feet in thought. "I would've been big" I thought to myself, "If he didn't have made me drink that awful cocktail!" He then stuffed me in a pot! But, if he didn't, what would've happened to me when the Red Queen's army came?

I pondered this as I examined Mad's hat. This was the first time I actually noticed the beauty of the old thing. It was ratty, but carried a majestic and humble appearance to its apparel. It was of a dark emerald color with black lace as its second skin. I leaned forward and took a closer look. Burn marks covered the hat, it's fingers spreading across the hat leaving blackish scars behind its wake. I opened my mouth to speak, but quickly clamped it shut as I heard Mad speak. He spoke in a dark, sinister tone that I never heard him talk in before. His words were mumbled and toned down for me to hear. As I scooted myself closer off the edge, dangling in his face as my hands held onto the hat. I was able to catch what was being spoken.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

I was silence. I don't know if it was out of respect and fear, or pure amazement and shock that these words would come out of my dear hatter's mouth. I didn't realize until that it was to late, that my hands started to slip.

I let our small squeal as I fell down. Like a blur, Mad's hand quickly caught me before any damage could be done. I laid in his hands for a moment, taking in what my near accident would've done to me. I slowly got up, making sure that I was well, and took in my surroundings. I was in the palm of the Hatter's callused hands. His hands were battered and scarred as his fingers were coated and caked in old, dried blood. Some parts of his hands were bandaged. But, even with all these imperfections, his hands were surprisingly gentle, as if they were mad of cotton.

As I made my observation, he slowly brought me back upon his shoulder, without saying a word about the near miss. He looked at me with this insane look dwelling within his eyes, as a wicked smile was upon his face. "It's talking about you, you know", he mentioned in a deep, sadistic tone as we continued on to our destination. I asked him a while back where we were heading.

"Child, we are going to The White Queen's castle", he said in a smug tone. "It is the safest place in Underland. She will know what to do about the prophecy." I didn't really know if I liked the idea of someone deciding what to do with my fate other then myself.

I was brought back to the now when I felt his eyes still watching me. What he said slowly sunk into my mind, twisting itself deep into my thoughts. Horror came over me as I looked at him. "I can't kill the Jabberwocky!", I said in a panicked tone, " I surely wont! I couldn't even if my life depended on it!" Almost immediately, Mad stopped from my words. He roughly plucked me off his shoulder and dropped me on top of a old rotting log.

He began to walk away in a swift pace, leaving me to watch with my mouth hung open in horror. "Where are you going you cook? You can't just bloody well leave me here!", I screamed as I stopped my foot. I huffed as I swiftly climbed off the log into the soft bed of dead leaves. It was a mistake. I was lost in the flood of leaves. It was hard to see anything. Leaves filled my mouth when I tried to call for help.

"Why you insolent child!", Mad yelled as He clenched his fists and quickly turned toward me. "How dare-", he began but stopped. Fear stopped him cold as he realized that I wasn't there anymore. "Alice? Dear Where did you go?", he asked ad his moments began to become heavy with fear. "Please come back! This is no time to play games!" As he pleaded for me, he unfortunately began to walk my way.

Every step he took, the earth rumbled underneath me, causing vibrations coursing through my small frame. I tried to get upon my feet, but with every step, I fell down. I began to panic. "This is only a dream. I can will it away!", I though with desperation. "Go away please!" But, he kept getting closer and closer. I was able to get up into veiw before the shadow of his foot fell upon me. I let out the loudest, most blood curdling scream I could muster from my tiny lungs. Mad looked down and gave out a yell yelp as he noticed me, mere seconds before he crushed me.

He jumped back and fell. His fall cause the earth to shake violently. The earth threw me into the air so high from the shock wave, that when I landed, the world turned black. It was black for a few moments. I was in my own little bliss before color came back to me. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the worried look of Mad's face. "Oh, Alice", he said in a tender voice, " I am so sorry, my turtledove! I almost had to scrape you from my boot!" I cautiously began to push myself up into a sitting position, as a wave of dizziness struck me.

Anger and relief flooded into a mixture as I ran my hand threw my hair and pulled out I don't know what. I was covered in leaves, twigs and dirt. Mad began to carefully and artistic pick the debris out of my hair and clothes. "Gave me a fright you naughty girl!", he said with a chuckle as he focused don his task at hand. I batted his fingers away angrily.

"Stop it!", I spat. "This wouldn't have happened if you haven't had let me to die!" He stopped and just stared at me, eyes becoming a plum purple. He was giving me that same look that he gave to Chestier. "How dare you, you yellow belly scoundrel!", he bellowed in a thick Scottish accent, " How dare you blame me you selfish brat! Do you not think of other people? If you do not slay the Jabberwocky, then all of Underland is doomed and shadowed with death." He just stared me down with a look of pure anger in his brilliant green eyes.

I felt a flush of embarrassment and shame and I began to cry. I buried my face in my hands and hid from mad. It was silent for a moment before I felt something gently pull my tiny hands away from my face. I tried to fight back, but it was pointless.

The Mad's finger lifted my chin so I had to look at mad. He cupped me so gently and lovingly in his hands. "Oh Alice, please, don't cry", he pleased in a gentle tone as he gently stroke my mud caked hair with his pinky. He looked at me so tenderly and softly that I thought my heart would melt It took me a moment to collect myself.

I covered my mouth when a small hiccup escaped my lips. "Excuse me", I asked shyly. He just smiled. "Your excused, but tell me, where would you go?", he asked as he brought me up to his lips.

He gave me a careful kiss upon my forehead, careful not to suck me into his mouth. I was a bit surprised and uncomfortable, but, I would get over it. These were stranger customs, and this is a strange world.

"What happened to you?" he asked after a moment of silence. "What do you mean? Nothing is wrong with me. We've never met." He looked at me. "Yes, yes we have. You lost your....munchness", he said as if he just tasted something foul in his mouth.

I didn't here for my attention was brutally torn away. There was a drastic change. The golden forest gave away to nothing but a smog covered wasteland. All the trees were charred and blacked.

Mad didn't notice for he still kept talking to me. We were in the middle of a burnt village. All that was left was the skeleton of a once happy place. I had shivers dance up and down my arm as I took in the scene.

Mad noticed my expression and a look of confusion crossed his face. "What is it A-", he cut off as he looked up.

He face paled as his eyes became teary. A small gasp escaped me as he let out a frighten gasp. "The past haunts the living!", he screamed before he fell down to the ground. I was protected from harm for his hands instinctively cupped around me. I screamed when his knees hit the ground.

I was stunned for a moment before I escaped his hands and to his face. "Mad, mad! Speak!", I gasped as I looked into his pale face streaming with tears. "Oh, Mad!", I sobbed as I clutched onto his cheek. He shook violently underneath me. Everything was quiet as Mad grieved his unspoken grief.

Im sorry if this is boring. I need to have time writing more of the action:(