• she let her guard down as another arrow pierced her heartless soul. she was beginning to imagine things like it was there solid and full but the next thing it was gone like the mist that revolved around them.her eyelids began to feel heavy and under minded, she was begining to feel her endless slumber. her hands slumped not far away from her detached body, and her other eye just smashed flat on the floor far away.

    the year was 1989 the war for the first born has just begun. slaughtering thousands of children from across the globe with multitudes of ways and means. thrashing aside there dreams of ever seeing the daylight.

    the first borns were immortal beings with complex minds and lives longer and wiser. they were more than what complex and diverse beings should be. ranging there broad minds wiht the earths knowledge and full enlightenment of the being called creator.

    but they cant be blamed man has indeed grasped enough of the first borns worthless ways and fixed means. the man was born free and undaunted by the worlds full length, they themselves have no boundaries. not like the first borns.

    yet still the balanced remained ruined as for once in the lives of teh first borns no one succeeded in answering the ultimate question.

    what does it have to mean to live.

    three centuries has gone and passed and now stood before the remains of one of the last of the first borns late decaying bodies stood the young queen of hearts. the queen of hearts never knew what wonderland have looked like before the being man endowed himself with the pride of killing the first borns. the queen of hearts felt his heart throb with so much sadness as he saw the last child, a first born, finally truly vanish in front of his eyes.

    the queen of hearts and his men were grazed from the first borns. following there structure being elite in abilities such as the skill of agility and the slender ways of fighting acrobatically. aside from that they have managed to remain even as derived beings the broad mindedness of the first born's.

    yet they were puzzled why the being man devoured the last of there originals existence. it was a bit puzzling for the queen to see this. and thus the ceremony of facing the worlds last first born die resolved the queen to vanish forever.

    "I dont think this will ever solve anything puzzling Rabbit?" said the young little girl to the Rabbit.

    "But mi-sire this is the place i am telling you. see the little wee mazes go over there while this wee big maze middle goes over the middle making it a formidable fortress for the little hedgehogs mi-sire." said Rabbit waving his white clad paws over the hedgehog mze.

    it was the season again for the little king heart to now finally see through the wonderlands little maze for hedgehogs. the hedgehogs are important to the wonderland world without it they could never ever have any game of croquet. incase the queen decides to come back from his angry temper. he always loved to play the croquet.

    with the fancy colored flamingoes that he keeps on killing and ripping the heads in case they go soft on his game.

    the king nodded her head and heaved a deep sigh. it was tiring to play games with the Rabbit and her set of playing cards. ever since the queen has gone and left no one ever played the croquet, instead they played chess with the nice red queen and white queen. they were very accepting to the fact that the lonely little girl king is having a hard time making amendments and changes since the queen left.

    "This little thing would have to do Rabbit, im a bit hyped by this activity sitting in the chair waiting for this so called imagintaion to flow in me and say what ever the queen used to do or say, or whatever." sad the little girl.

    "But King mi-sire..."

    "I'm cutting you off, im not the queen and dont push me." stood the King pulling away Rabbit who was playfully pushing her while they were discussing the maze.

    SLAM! shouted the door even before the king could even open it. grinning so down at her.

    "Damn never got used to this stupid door." she said looking at it dully. she pulled the tongue of the doors mouth, the door winced painfully, and slammed it shut behind her.

    "I nebeh nuwu tat tah kuween ip piti sesles im piking is keengsh." said teh door with his swollen tongue.

    "The queen loved her for a reason. we just dont need to know i supposed." said the Rabbit sweeping the hedgehog maze model out of the window.


    King of hearts was never called by her true name. but she never had one, she remembered. as she slowly walked down the crooked straight aisle of the tidy hall. seeing cards fly and fall over everywhere in the checkered red floor, she wondered why have the Alice never dreamed of the land.

    the first borns prior where have they gone if they were the origins of there race. why have they gone to the bars of beyond. what did they do to be severed from the creators land.

    well she can guess one thing, this world has gone psycho since she came here. or evern before she came here. from what she remembered she never even knew how the hell she came here. she just came like that mushroom the little ladderpillar is standing on to.

    the king walked on wards into the little small maze the legendary Alice has trodden when she was in a hastey run away from the queen. suddenly a round ball of fur struck her behind her back that made her small body stumble and fall flat on the grassy floor.

    it was the cheshire cat paying another furball visit to the king. the cheshire cat as we know is wise for his fats and always smiles even if he sat on the queens fat behind. but this cheshire cat never even considered it self the wise crack pot cat he was once.

    these days only drunken cats can be seen. specially since the queen disappeared.

    "What the hell are you doing here you stupid drunken cheshire?" said the king wiping some of the fur away with a large futton.

    "Well i cant be honestly honest with you dear king -hic- you see my king these here cat has got lots of things to -hic- with it specially ones concerning -hic- and -hic-...you see" grinned the cheshire cat.

    "well i dont care about you poking your nose in with the peppers its not advisable to do such things specially if the salt kept on making you itchy." retorted the now king walking away.

    "-hic- but king -hic-"

    "I have better things to do than to tally ho with your hics that i cant even understand." she waved her hand in dismissal and went away.

    "Well as you wish king..." grinned cheshire slightly mischievous.

    the twins tweedledee and dum begun humming there walrus story again and again as once more the white and black knight has finally come to teh conclusion that neither of them can bend the little doors knob for the last minute.