AN: Okay, so this is my first AiW 2010 fic, although I've been obsessed with the movie pretty much ever since the first time I saw it, but...*shrugs* Anyway, yeah. This is just kind of a prologue of sorts, both to kind of introduce Alice and Tarrant's daughter, and also to sort of establish a basic background of what's going on before I bring Underland's next visitor from Aboveground down the rabbit hole. This chapter is basically my launch pad for the rest of the story, it's going to sort of spur things into motion. The REAL stuff is gonna start picking up next chapter! This one is just me giving the snowball a push at the top of the hill and then standing there and giggling while I watch it pick up speed and get bigger and eventually run a few people over once it reaches the sidewalk and starts heading across the street, MWAHAHAHAHA-*HACK COUGH HACK HACK HACK HACK* ...No worries...S'all good...Heh. ;P
...No worries...S'all good...Heh. ;P
At five years old, Nettie Hightopp had everything she could want in life. She was allowed to go anywhere in Underland she pleased, just as long as she had Mallymkin or Nivens with her at all times, and she spent her time running around, exploring, and playing all sorts of different games. Everyone she came across in her adventures knew who she was, if not by name or reputation, then by her firey orange curls and vibrant green eyes.
It was, after all, a well known fact that nobody in all of Underland had hair that color unless they were a member of the Hightopp clan. It had distinguished them from other families for as long as history could remember. And nobody else had eyes as bright or as green as Nettie's. Nobody, that is, except for her father.
Her parents' names were recognized by everyone in all of Underland, and her mother especially was just as respected as Queen Mirana herself. She had, after all, slain the Jabberwocky and defeated the Bloody Red Queen. Everyone knew that Nettie was the Champion's daughter, that the little girl with the flaming curls, vivid eyes, musical laughter, and cheerful disposition was the daughter of Alice and Tarrant Hightopp themselves, the White Queen's Champion and Royal Hatter. And those who had met Nettie all agreed that she was just as beautiful as her mother and nearly as eccentric as her father.
It was usually Mally who went with her on her adventures through Underland, either riding on Nettie's shoulder, and on a few occasions, even on top of her head, or running on all fours through the underbrush, grass, or along whatever path Nettie had decided to follow. The reason Nettie had to have Mally or Nivens with her all the time was so she would stay out of trouble, have someone to help if she should ever injure herself, and always return home safely.
Mally did quite an excellent job of looking after the five-year-old, and although she would never say so out loud in front of Nivens, Nettie actually preferred the Dormouse over the White Rabbit because she felt that Nivens' natural tendancy to worry about things would make things less fun, partly because he might not allow her to go as many places and do as many things as Mally, who, being who she was personality-wise, loved doing many of the things that Nettie did, such as climbing to the top of the giant mushrooms.
Or looking for new ways into the Round Hall.
It was something that the Tweedles had introduced her to about a week after her fifth birthday. Although she knew what and where the Round Hall was and why it was important, she had never actually seen it. She'd been to the Small Door many times before, but she'd never seen the room beyond that door, not even through the keyhole, because it was too small for her to be able to see anything clearly enough to get an idea of what it was like inside.
So now, thanks to the Tweedles' influence, one of her favorite things to do was search for alternate ways into the Hall, constantly on the look out for a possible door, no matter where she was in Underland.
And one day, she finally discovered one.
AN: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY FOR NEW WAYS INTO THE ROUND HALL! Jajajajajajajaj! ^ ^ Disclaimer: Look, I know I call myself the Mad Majesty of Muchness, and I know I've dressed up as both Alice AND Tarrant in the past, and I know I figured out why a raven is like a writing desk, but unfortunately for me, none of that stuff made me the owner of this stuff. Much to my disappointment, it still belongs to Tim Burton and Lewis Carroll/Charles Ludwig Dogdson. (lol, did i spell his last name right? i can never remember if there's a "d" next to the "g" or not, and if so, which side it's on PX)
Disclaimer: Look, I know I call myself the Mad Majesty of Muchness, and I know I've dressed up as both Alice AND Tarrant in the past, and I know I figured out why a raven is like a writing desk, but unfortunately for me, none of that stuff made me the owner of this stuff. Much to my disappointment, it still belongs to Tim Burton and Lewis Carroll/Charles Ludwig Dogdson. (lol, did i spell his last name right? i can never remember if there's a "d" next to the "g" or not, and if so, which side it's on PX)