"Sweetheart could you help mummy with something?" a beautiful woman with long brown hair, called her daughter from the sun room, in the giant mansion they lived in.
"Yes, mummy?" replied a little girl, around the age of seven, walking in holding an old, stuffed rabbit. The little girl was a spitting image of her mother. She had a long, curly, messy chocolate brown hair. She had a perfect nose. Smooth; blemish free skin, besides the freckles
that dotted her cheeks and the middle of her nose. She was a short girl, with pale, creamy skin. She has her father's long fingers, and eyes. They were big beautiful green orbs, with just a tint of a hazel color; they were probably the reason why she always got her way. She
had thin lips as pink as a tulip. She was a sweet, enthusiastic, yet stubborn, and curios girl.
"Would you help mummy plant the daisy's in the back yard?" she said sweetly.
"Yes, mummy." the little girl replies, happily smiling admiring an object around her neck, cupping it in her hands, secretively.
"What's that you've got there?" asked her mother looking up from the flowerpot she was trying to pick up.
"Ssshhh!" the little girl pressed her finger to her lips. "It's a secret!" she says smiling and giggling.
"Oh, it is?" her mother asks, interested. "Well, can I see it?" says the woman to her daughter.
"Well... I don't know..." says the little girl trailing off, looking out the window at the meadow of daisy's.
"Oh you're not going to let me see it?" the woman says playfully, walking to her daughter, squatting down, to eye-to-eye level, facing her from the back.
"Ummm... nope." she says smiling mischievously.
"Oh... well then I guess I'm just going to have to tickle you!" she said tickling her daughters belly, sending her daughter into squirms and giggles
The girl squirmed and turned around giggling, with her eyes closed shut, due to the tickling sensation running up her spine. "Alright...! I'll show you!" she says still laughing. She handed her mother a bronze locket, not much bigger that a quarter. It was on a long chain. On
the back of the locket it had an engraving that said, "You'll be back soon, and we'll be waiting when you're ready..." The inside of the locket was a clock. Although, it didn't move. Or at least it didn't look like it was moving.
Her mother gasped. Shock and worry filled her eyes, and they began to become misty.
"What's wrong?" her naive daughter asked her.
"I... I can't believe it..." her mother thought to herself. She herd her daughter ask her the question then she snapped back to reality. "Nothing sweetheart... It's beautiful." she smiled weakly, and handed the locket back to her daughter.
"Isn't it!" she said happily. "Guess how I found it?" she said.
"How?" her mother said, chocking back tears.
"I feel asleep in the garden and had the oddest dream, but I quite enjoyed it! It was this amazing place called Wonderland! I met this boy called the Mad Hatter, but his real name is Beck, he let me join his tea party! And at the party there was another boy named Tyler, he's
a brown rabbit! And there was a dormouse named Benjamen, but I call him Benjie. And there was a talking caterpillar boy, named Samuel. I also met a boy with cat ears and a tail, and his smile was huge, I call him Sylvester, like the cartoon!" she said stretching out her
arms on the word "huge".
"Really? Did you meet anyone else?" her mother said smiling weakly.
"Umm... Yes! There was one other boy! He was a white rabbit! His name was... Seth! I like him the most!" she said smiling.
"Really..." she trailed off "Wonderland sure has changed hasn't it...?" She murmured to herself.
"What do you mean?" her daughter asked confused.
"...Nothing... you'll know soon..." she said quietly.
"Um... Alright... anyways I actually woke up with it on. Isn't that amazing?" she said.
"Yes. It is Amazing." her mother said genuinely happy this time. "It's still a long time before she has to perform her duty..." she thought to herself.
"Do you think Wonderland could be real?" her daughter asked. picking up the pot of chrysanthemums to the garden following her mom.
They put the pots down and her mom began to dig a hole with a small shovel. "Only if you believe in it... that's how it works..." she said to her daughter.
"How do you know?" she asked her mother.
"... Well you thought of it didn't you?" Her mother asked, trying to fix the situation due to the sentence before. It was true; if the new hero doesn't believe in Wonderland then it doesn't exist. But she couldn't tell her daughter that.
"I guess I did... But what about the necklace?" she asked, pulling the plant from it's roots in the pot and putting it in the hole her mom had dug up.
"Then... It is magic." her mother said.
"I hope I dream about Wonderland again soon..." said the little girl, pressing the locket to her heart.
Her mother smiled sweetly, and cupped her daughter's beautiful face with her hands, and whispered, "I hope you do, too, Alice."