Hello all! Today, my mom asked me if I ever wrote a disclaimer in my chapters and I realized, no I haven't and that is a really selfish thing to do! So from now on, I will write a disclaimer!
Disclaimer, I do not own any of Alice In Wonderland, as much as I would love to.
Enjoy!
Alice's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. The small red leathered book laying less than a foot away from her face, tempting her more with every moment that passed more and more unbearable. Finally, she reached in and grabbed the book, feeling its smooth cool leather brush her fingers and pulled it out of hits hole, letting it stay in her ivory hands before she shut the door with her free one. And once the door shut into the wall, Alice turned and knelt down onto her bed, letting the book stay in her field of vision at all times.
More questions than she could count rose into her mind, and a small faraway thought wondered how many times this would be happening. So many questions with not enough answers. Biting her lip, Alice grabbed the front cover and opened it gently and saw that written in a clear cursive script were words.
This diary is dedicated to Imogene, who had the idea to write it in the first place, and listened to every word, every night. While you may be gone, your wisdom still lingers.
Alice blinked. Which Imogene did they mean? Her aunt or the queen? There was only one way to find out.
Alice flipped open another page, and her brow furrowed. There was no date, but in the corner was written day three. Was this how her aunt had measured how many days she spent in Underland? Alice shook her head and let herself keep reading.
Today is the very first day I will be written in this book about my stay here. Although it isn't my very first day in this strange land, this was the day that Queen Imogene, one of the Queens that rule this place gave me this book and the idea to write in it about my stay. She is such a kind woman, and I still can't believe how easily she took me. Though, Phelan still ignores me much like the first day I came here and his fiancée is no better, I'm quite sure I'll like it here, even though I miss my family terribly.
A.P.L
"A.P.L?" Alice echoed, cocking her head to the side and re reading the words. This had to be Aunt Imogene's diary, but why was she signing it as A.P.L? Who was that? Did the letters stand for something? Alice kept reading.
Day 4
Queen Imogene took me on a tour of the castle to day. She showed me everything, the halls, the statures and even paintings of her family. She showed me a man who looked much like Phelan and Imogene told me that it was his father. When I asked her what had become of him she told me that he'd died, only a few years after Phelan was born.
The very thought of a father barley knowing his son before death made me want to cry, even if it was the father of a boy as cruel as Phelan. But he has his reasons, I suppose. Maybe I'll ask the Queen about that tomorrow.
Alice flipped through some more pages until she saw a longer passage and decided to read.
Day 26
Something interesting happened to me today. I was walking down the halls, which I'm learning to navigate very well since my few days I've been here when I saw Phelan coming down one. I instantly wanted to turn away, but I knew he would just enjoy that. No matter how many times we've faced each other, he always glares at me and refuses to speak one word in my direction. Today, I was going to speak to him.
As he walked by, I waited and when he passed me I smiled and said hello in my most confidant voice, and he didn't even acknowledge me. I was sick with being ignored so I followed him, calling after him.
Finally he stopped and turned to face me as if he was about to do so0mething unpleasant.
What do you want? He'd asked.
I'd like you to stop ignoring me, if you would. I said in a slightly wavering tone which I scolded myself for later. I shouldn't have e afraid of this boy; he wasn't anything bad, was he? It's quite rude.
Rude? Phelan asked and if looks could kill, I'm sure I would have been dead on the spot. Would you like to know what's rude? It is a girl interrupting me while I'm trying to go about my days in normalcy. Rude is having a mad women never endingly try to start a conversation with me and never being quiet! And then he left, just like that.
At first I was absolutely furious at this boy, I wasn't always interrupting him, and I most certainly am not mad, even though that seems to be a good thing here. But I realized something. What if he wasn't talking about me, but about someone else? Could he be talking about Iracebeth?
A.P.L
Alice smiled. It seemed like no one really enjoyed Iracebeth, even when she was a child. Alice skipped over a few pages then stopped, to see that in one page the words were smudged. In certain spots, it seemed to have tried in a complete circle, could these have been tears?
Day 61
She's gone. No matter how many times I may say it, write it or think it, it never really makes the words true. But sadly, they are. Tonight, our beloved queen passed on from his life, and it has only been a few hours since then. It's nearly morning now, but I still can't sleep, so I believe now is the best time to write out the total grief I feel.
It started out like a normal day like any other. I was sitting in the garden, picking flowers for Imogene's room when Phelan ran towards me. He stopped a few feet away and I looked at him and saw that his expression wasn't one of loathing or hatred but fear. Utter fear.
He told me to hurry and we were running and after what seemed like forever we made it to her room. The first thing I smelled were the violet. Then the roses and lilies. Flowers were everywhere, their scent blocking out any un pure air hat might have been tainted with death's stench.
We walked to her bedside and I tried not to cringe at the sight of her. The woman I'd met when I first came to Underland, the women who was so bright and alive, was gone. And left in her place was another woman. Whose dark hair was tangled and her matching eyes were hallow and gone. I knew she hadn't had much time left. She smiled at both of us through the pain, and she whispered for me to move closer and whispered something into my ear, something I'll never forget as long as I live.
Make him happy, she had whispered. Make him learn that he can love someone who he isn't forced to or has to protect. Your strong, Imogene. You can protect him too.
And then she told me something I will do, and will fulfill until I met my own end.
She told me to now let her memory die.
As I pulled away, I let her words sink in while she spoke to her son and then, suddenly, the hand I held went limp and she was already gone. It was so quick, so final that I didn't know what to do. Until Phelan stood and whispered no. Then he was screaming, running around the room and throwing down vases with flowers and stomping the pieces to the floor, pieces of glass and I stood and ran to him, taking his hand sin my own and making him look at me.
Even though we just looked at one another, I knew he'd finally heard me, and then he ran away.
Tonight, I will fulfill Imogene's second wish. Her memory won't die, because from now on, I will be Imogene. It will be my name, and it will be what I call myself while I stay here and when I go home. If I ever do.
Imogene
Confused, you should be. So apparently, Imogene wasn't always Imogene. Wonder what her name as BEFORE she was? Well why don't you try and guess. :) I know it though. Yay! Review PLEASE!