Prologue
Some fairytales don’t start with a ‘Once
upon a time,’ and they don’t always end with a ‘Happily ever after,’ either.
Some fairytales start like any other day. Simple and quiet or loud and chaotic
if that’s the way your life is. Some fairytales start with a girl lying asleep
in her bed, unaware of anything that is yet to come. Her long black hair lays
flared out on her pillows as she tosses and turns. Her sleeping shirt lays
rolled halfway up her stomach and her blankets tangled around her legs. The air
conditioning in her room doesn’t work as well as it does in the rest of the
house, so there isn’t much to keep the August heat at bay.
Somehow, she still manages to sleep
peacefully as her small, lithe form stretches out, searching for the cool bits
of sheet. The early morning light creeps in through her open curtains and
illuminates her pale skin that almost glows without it. The light reaches its
fingers further as the sun begins to rise. Glorious shades of pink and orange
slice through the pale blue of the sky, casting odd shadows in the girl’s room.
Around her are all of her dearest possessions, most of them old and tattered,
but well loved. Her room looks like that of any normal teenager. Clothes are
thrown haphazardly and books scattered everywhere.
She has no idea that somewhere, in
another world, there are people discussing her. They talk of her in hushed
voices and close whispers. They daren’t believe the task she must complete. For,
it is not one that any of them would take on lightly. But, all the while, she
is just a girl without the slightest clue of who she truly is. She is like
anyone else in the world in that way. Then she wakes to the sound of her
mother’s voice calling up the stairs… And that is how this fairytale begins,
with a girl named Alice having no idea who she is.
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