Ch. 1

A boy barely sixteen years of age sat in a large well trimmed garden owned by his Aunt. The boy hugged a brown battered note book close to his chest as he curled up into a ball under the tallest oak tree. This oak tree was where he used to listen to fantastical stories that made him want to sleep and dream of the place he was told about. A place where night could last for days and daylight would spring up with no warning. A place where a mysterious hatter held tea parties at midnight with his subordinates crowding around the table; a hare with a love of carrot dishes that would rant about his hatred of rabbits and lost knights. How the boy longed to be in the world where an incubus would talk to him. He slept as much as he could; hoping to hear the incubus' voice that would help whisk him away to that world.

"Alex, Alex Liddell!" His aunt's voice cried for the sleeping child. Alex curled into a tighter ball ignoring the calls of the outside world. He smiled dreaming of a white rabbit that would lead him down a hole to where he would meet the cold yet kind clock maker who resided in Clock Tower Plaza. "Alex!" The voice started to fade away. Alex dreamed of playing card games with a jester who ran a fantastical circus to change the season. A soft sigh left the boy's lips as he dreamed of dancing in the Queen of hearts in a grand ball room.

"Alex?" A deeper voice inquired touching the boy's pale check. Alex hummed nuzzling the book. "Liddell?" The voice sounded so familiar. Alex nodded opening his pure blue eyes. "Have you been crying?" A blurry shadowed figure was all Alex saw.

"Y-yes." The boy croaked out. Rubbing his right eye with his right hand; more tears sprung up as he realized he was still in the reality where his mother had died. Her heart had stopped when a man dressed in a military uniform came to the door a week ago. A gloved hand wiped the stray tears away.
"Why do you cry little one?" The man asked frowning as he listened to boy sniffle.

"My mommy died." Alex said rubbing his eyes on his long white sleeved button up shirt.

The man's breath hitched, "I-I'm sorry."

"My Daddy went away to." Alex felt himself lifted off the ground. He buried his face into a red plaid jacket, the scent of tea drifted into his nose. He listened to a hauntingly familiar ticking sound coming from the man's chest as he was carried away from the oak tree. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see." The man said squeezing Alex tightly to his chest. He stopped in front of a large hole, white rabbit ears twitched as the man jumped into the hole. He grinned feeling blessed that Alice had given him a second chance for love in the form of the sleepy teen in his arms. "I have one more chance, one more." The man whispered kissing the short messy brown locks.

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