Disclaimer: I don't own Joker/Clover/Heart No Kuni No Alice nor the legend of Sedna.

Chapter 1

Do you want to know my story?

If it is so then take hold of your handkerchief, the story that you are reading isn't a pretty fairy tale with a prince and a princess who live happy forever more, the only thing in common that they have is a witch, in this case a sea witch.

Are you still sure that you want to continue reading?

If it is so then this is the beginning of the story…

Many many years ago I lived in a small village in a far away island, it was the type of village you would like to spend in your last years of life, it was a village of fishers, but it was really pretty.

I remember well that happy times when the morning my mother came to wake up me and Lorina, she carried with herself the smell of fresh baked bread, I loved to snuggle in her arms while saying that Alice was sleeping but if she gave her some pie then she would immediately wake up.

I was only a little girl then and I loved to play all the day near my sister who was always sewing or helping mother around, it was fun.

The breeze was really nice when it was playing with my hair and it carried the voices of the fishers and their colorful song, even the times when the gentle breeze become a storm I couldn't help but admire it.

For a village on the sea, storms are never good news, they can destroy and kill many so all the people of the village met to pray for the safety of the boats, their most valuable asset.

Every Sunday evening all the people of the village would dance and sing, and some would give at the children like me sweets. My favorite had some icing on the top, I thought that I could have eaten only it for all my life, yummy!

One day while I was on the beach searching for turtle's eggs I met the son of one of my father's friends, I had often tried to look him from afar, he had beautiful green eyes and dark hair which were peculiarities per se because in our village we all had more or less blonde hair but he was also intelligent and kind.

Until I met him I had always thought that all the males of my age were pigs, they liked to do burping competition… my theory was that males' brains are underdeveloped until a certain age, I have always pitied them for this.

Most of all when I was six and a boy of the same age cut my hair saying that he was doing me a favor with it, because it was ugly, I had to throw that - oh so wise - boy in the sea , so yeah , I pitied him for the cold shower at the seaweeds.

Returning to the son of my father's friend, I wouldn't have had the courage to confront him if not for my sister who chose that very moment to call my name, and for calling I mean yell it.

When the boy turned around and saw me I can swear my heart missed a beat, my face was so hot and my feet wouldn't move, it was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me!

But in that moment I noticed who he was watching, he was staring past me at my sister… my heart dropped in my stomach, I think that in that moment the gears of the destiny began to move. If only I had know what would have happened I would have wrapped my heart in metal and went looking for another charming prince, but I didn't know and I was young so my heart panged for jealousy for the first time in my life.

With the years I got engaged with him thanks for his parents who wanted our union, they were the only ones that liked me more than my sister and even this was probably for the jealousy his mother felt for the beauty of Lorina.

But I knew that his affections lied in another person, this was clear every time he glanced in her direction or would pronounce her name, his face would light up and his tone would be one of prayer, for the first time in my life I hated. I didn't know then that this emotion would become so familiar with the passing of the years. I hated the way the love would shine in his eyes every time I mentioned her name, how when we kissed he would search in my face some similarities with her and most of all I hated all she was, so perfect in and out, the perfect woman.

One day my fiancée left me, he wasn't rude or cruel, even while leaving me he was nice and kind, making me feel like I was only a little girl who understood nothing of love. He said that I had been a wonderful fiancée and that I was the sweetest person he had ever met but that he cared for me like a big brother. He said that I didn't love him, that mine was only a crush forgettable with time- then why it hurts so much? - he would always care for me and he would find me a good man to take as husband-my fingers wanted to take hold of his shirt without letting him go and say that I wouldn't love that other man- but that he couldn't stay with me because he loved another- he didn't say who this 'another' was but he needn't to.

I smiled and, while my heart was breaking, I said " Yes, I think we should break our engagement too, I think you are right , I didn't ever love you, you were my perfect big brother and now we can go in our separate ways." I paused because my tongue was refusing to utter those final words and the lump in my throat was suffocating me, but in the end "I hope you will be happy with Lorina".

I didn't pause for seeing his shocked expression because my eyes was threatening to be overflowed by tears and that I could be damned if I let him see the pain he was giving me!

I didn't say one thing –maybe this isn't love but it is the truest imitation of it that I will ever feel- even then I didn't want to hurt him.

I think that if he hadn't been so kind at leaving me I wouldn't have suffered nearly so much, if he had said that he despised me and he had been violent with me I would have been able to hate him, but again if he hadn't been kind and caring he wouldn't have been himself and I wouldn't have loved him.

The month after I discovered that my sister had refused his advances, even discrete, in all the years we had been together because she didn't want to hurt me, I think I should have felt grateful but I hated her all the more for this, because I wouldn't have hesitated if our roles were reversed and I would have took him away given the possibility.

However, now that I had said that I didn't love him, she had accepted his proposal of matrimony.

I couldn't stand this, so when a forester came to my village I tried to make him fall in love with me, the only way for a woman to travel was as wife of a traveler, he was my only chance to leave the village and the people I loved behind, forester were few because for travelling you had to be rich and most of them were already wed.

When I first approached him I only noticed his red eyes, all the rest was covered by a big cape of silver fur, he wasn't very talkative but after two days that I stalked him trying to be friendly and the perfect wife-type he yelled to me saying that he wanted to be left alone and that I was disgusting.

I was so furious that I forgot for a second my objective and my supposed 'personality' and I slapped him in the face, hard. He had said that I was disgusting! I wanted to beat him to a bloodied pulp, until he couldn't move anymore, I had been trying to be soft and sweet and this jerk said to me that I was disgusting!

I was really going to complete my vendetta when he began to laugh, so not only I had been said disgusting but now I was funny too?! No, beat him to a pulp was too kind, I would have KILLED him!

In the end I think he saw something in my eyes that thought dangerous because raised his hands in surrender and asked to be forgiven, after a little pondering I decided to forgive him with a last slap, hard again.

He needed a lesson, now didn't he?

The day ended with him that offered me the dinner at the village's inn.

Here was the first part of the introduction, so you can see how I am adapting Alice with the legend of Sedna.

Thanks to Dazzy Dizzie, without you I don't think I would have updated it any time soon, I am just too lazy.

OK, this is the real first chapter, if you review I will be happy and if you help me saying where I didn't write well or tips for make more interesting narrations I will be even more happy.

Eventual flames are welcomed too.