The 100th Alice

Notice: LEWIS CARROLL CREATED WONDERLAND AND ALL ITS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. I own only several characters.

Hello again! I'm back with the third chapter of "The 100th Alice". This particular chapter took extra time due to the length of it and due to plot change. Again, please let me know if you notice any grammar mistakes made and don't forget to leave a review and let me know what you think! Thank you and enjoy Chapter Three of "The 100th Alice"!

Chapter 3

An Unexpected Twist

In the forest, many a noise could be heard. Feet snapping twigs and crushing leaves, hair tangling onto branches and being tugged off of them after, and rustling fabric brushing against bushes and trees. All of this noise was caused by a little figure making her way through the woods.

Emmeline let out a long sigh. She had been running for a good few minutes and had followed the white rabbit until it had reached a hole under a tree and jumped inside. Emmeline had peered into the hole cautiously and left. There was nothing more to do about the rabbit. After all, she'd hate to bother it or scare it away. And she obviously was not going to jump into a hole because of a rabbit. It was simply ridiculous.

Now, Emmeline continued making her way to meet Thomas at the "special place". She was already late and Thomas wouldn't enjoy being kept waiting for too long. She continued through the woods until she found a gravel path winding up in front of her. She was almost there.

After a while of following the path, a group of trees blocked her way. There was a parting in the cluster of trees and, knowing her way well, Emmeline went through the parting in the trees and emerged shortly after into a lovely little meadow.

The field looked like it was made of pure gold and a magnificent willow tree was in the middle of it. Under the willow was a boy sitting calmly with his legs crossed and a book in his lap. Thomas. His eyes wandered the pages as he read and got lost in the story the pages were telling to him.

Emmeline smiled as she saw her best friend and ran towards him, excited to tell him all about the little rabbit she'd seen earlier. She reached the boy and took a seat next to him as he looked up from his book.

"What took you so long?" Thomas asked.

Emmeline grinned, taking in Thomas's familiar face, "I was following a white rabbit," she began, "and it hopped around very quickly around the woods. I followed it went on an exhilarating run through the forest!"

Thomas chuckled in his silvery voice, "A rabbit, huh? I don't know why you find them so interesting."

Emmeline shrugged. "Who doesn't like rabbits? And it was a white one at that, completely irresistible if you ask me."

Thomas rolled his eyes and closed his book. "I'm 15, I don't get fascinated by rabbits. They're silly things," he said with a smirk.

Her mind pondered on his words. He was a whole two years older than her and often liked to boast about how he was more experienced or reasonable. Her father was just about the same, he liked to think he was pretty reasonable and smart. He never used to act that way, his mind used to be open to both the possible and the impossible. His eyes used to light up when he saw Emmeline. Now, he hardly acknowledged her and preferred his books and typewriter.

Emmeline shook her head at the though of it. Thomas's smirk wiped off his face. "Everything okay?" he asked.

Emmeline nodded. "Yes of course."

"I have something to show you," he said, getting onto his feet and helping her up.

He lead her a little bit into the woods and knelt down. A small stone figurine of a winged maiden was laying on a patch of soft dewy moss. The maiden had on a light pink day dress and her hair was raven black. Her eyes were a shade of grey with golden flecks lining the irises. She looked remarkably like Emmeline.

"I found this here yesterday, it's like a mini you huh?" Thomas said, examining the figurine with her.

Emmeline nodded. "This is rather odd if you ask me," she said, lifting the figurine into the palm of her hand. It was the exact length as her palm. She stood up and, her eyes still on the figurine, and began to walk, Thomas a few paces behind her. She was heading back to the meadow. They continued walking, Emmeline blindly doing so, her eyes glued to the miniature her. There was something about it that intrigued her although she couldn't put her finger on what it was. As they walked on farther into the woods, Thomas began to chatter. Emmeline blocked out what he was saying and only managed to catch him say things like "mill", and "wind". After a long time of walking blindly, Emmeline was beginning to wonder why they hadn't reached the meadow yet.

Now, although she wanted to, she couldn't keep her eyes off of the figurine. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't. Thomas was still talking behind her and this time she heard what he said; "Watch out!"

Falling. Emmeline was falling. Down, and down, into an endless tunnel of nothingness. Her eyes were strained, strained from not being able to see anything at all. The cool stone figurine was still held tightly in her hand. Where was she? What had happened? This tunnel of darkness seemed to be never-ending and she wondered how she would ever get out again. Her stomach dropped, she was falling fairly quickly.

Emmeline was trying not to scream, she was descending faster and faster to who knew where. The faster she went, the less she was able to think. Shortly after her fall, spots of purple lights began to appear, piercing the darkness and shining brightly in her eyes. They weren't shimmering but rather glowing eerily.

Soon after the purple lights had appeared, green ones joined them. And then blue, and pink, and yellow. Emmeline squinted at them, was this a figment of her imagination? Was this all a dream? Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud thud. Before she even knew it, she landed abruptly on a hard surface. Her head slammed onto what felt like rock at that moment and she fell unconscious.

Emmeline's eyes fluttered open like a moth's wings. She sat up quickly and immediately regretted it. Her head was pounding and she closed her eyes again before opening them again. Her eyes adjusted and she took in her surroundings. A grey-blue sky stared down at her, rose bushes surrounded her. She stood up. A layer of firm pine green grass was underneath her feet and the scent of sweet flowers mixed with some other odour that she couldn't identify wafted around her.

Where was she? Where was Thomas? Just as she was beginning to doubt she was really awake, a husky male voice sounded behind her.

"You must be the Alice, it took you long enough," the voice said with a hint of annoyance but also a hint of amusement.

Emmeline spun around to where the voice was coming from. In front of her was what looked like a knight. The knight was clad in white armour and a silver feather poked out of the top of his helmet. She stared at the knight blankly, too confused to find the will to answer. Then, the knight pulled off his helmet, revealing a boy who couldn't be more than 16. He had dusty blonde hair and emerald green eyes that glinted like precious stones.

"Don't be alarmed, I don't bite," he said with a charming grin. "The White Queen is expecting you by the way," he added, as if it meant something.

Emmeline continued to stare blankly.

"Just come with me," he said, getting to the point.

Emmeline finally came to her senses and shook her head, trying to be as reasonable as Thomas would be. This knight was probably a kidnapper. "No."

The knight was silent for a few moments. "I'm sorry, what?" he said as if he couldn't believe his ears- which he probably couldn't.

She gathered up her courage and spoke to the stranger knight again. "I said 'no thank you'."

"Actually, you said 'no'. There was no 'thank you' at all," the knight pointed out to her in a matter-of-fact kind of tone.

Emmeline blinked at him, how could he say such a thing? Especially when he was trying to kidnap her. "I said no. I don't want to go anywhere with you, I don't even know who you are! I don't care if some sort of queen wants me, I'm not coming."

The knight shook his head and pulled out what looked like a brown sac. Then, he threw it over head and lifted her off of the ground, carrying her away to who knew where.