Time Is Many Things. (Through the looking glass)

Chapter One: Hatters Ill.

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Possibilities. Anything is possible, you just have to believe. I believe, that I'm living in an odd reality; one that consist of talking animals and royal families... that I am a part of.

Living in a world full of magic. Potions that can make you shrink; cake that can make you grow. Cats that can stretch their smile the length of their face, and can also disappear.

Animals wearing clothes is a normal thing. And having tea in the middle of a forest with them. Running around bare-foot in considered 'normal'. Using anything to create art; leaves, feathers, broken glass from tea-cups etcetera.

Playing odd games such as 'What's the time White Rabbit?' Or 'Hide, Seek, Scare,' or 'poke, you're it,' and all kinds of other fun games; but my favourite by far is, 'find seven odd objects around our surroundings,' this reminds me of a game I use to play with Alice; name seven impossible things before breakfast. Odd things being, colourful mushrooms, or large leaves; bigger then my face, or tiny vials of pixie dust etcetera.

This place is filled with impossibilities that became possible.

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I finished writing my sentence in the light blue book Alice gave me as someone shouts to me.

"Princess Anna, catch," Mally exclaimed throwing a giant purple berry at me, I catch it with ease.

"Nice catch," the Tweedles complimented in unison.

Right now, we're outside not far from the castle playing; we're actually supposed to be checking the storm that's coming, but of course we're having fun along the way. Mally, Chess, the Tweedles, the hare, White Rabbit, Bayard, Tarrant and myself are present.

The more I hang out with Hatter, the more my feelings grow for him; I haven't told him yet nor do I know what to say, I've never been in this situation before so I don't know how to go about it. I through the berry towards Chess who disappears before it could hit him and lands on the hares face, I laughed along with everyone else; except Hatter. I slowly got up and approached him; nervous as I don't know what to say.

"Tarrant," I start quietly. "Tarrant, I need to tell you something," he turns to me slowly not looking up from something in his hands.

"Could it be?" He whispered distantly.

"Hatter, what is it?" I ask gently, placing a hand on his shoulder causing his to snap his head up, our eyes locking.

"This, this is the first ever hat that I created," he started holding up a small paper-cut hat; it was beautiful, blue with red, black and white feathers and a small pocket watch on it; it truely was creative and Tarrant never ceases to amaze me.

"It's beautiful," I commented honestly, Tarrant frowns at me.

"It's garbage. My father threw it out, but how did it end up here?" He questioned. "Unless, they're alive," he concluded a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"Do you really think so?" I asked him, and again, he frowned at me.

"Do you not believe me?" He questioned.

"No, I didn't say that, I-

"You don't believe me," he concluded not hearing me.

"No, Hatter I didn't say that. Tarrant," I yell after him as he walks away from us.

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I make my way to Tarrants home; shaped like a hat with many windows.

I knock a few times; no answer so I knock again; again no answer, so I let myself in.

"Tarrant," I call receiving no answer. "Tarrant," I call again slowly walking up his stairs. I call his name again as I approach his room, I really don't want to invade his privacy but I want to make sure he's okay; so I slowly walk up to his bed to see that he's lost much of his colour. He's pallier than usual, and his colour is fading.

"Oh Tarrant," I addressed releasing a breath, he didn't look at me, just kept staring into the distance.

"Get. Out," he told me, slowly but firmly.

"Hatter, I want to help you," I said.

"You don't believe me. Get. Out," he told me, not hearing what I said.

"I'm here for you," I tried.

He slowly looked at me. "You're not Anna. My Anna would believe me," he sneered.

I didn't say anything, once again, I was stuck. I didn't know what to say; even if I did, he wouldn't listen to my words.

I reluctantly left his home, tears rolling silently down my face. Tarrants ill. Our Hatters not well.

"Oh dear, what is wrong?" My mother asked softly, embracing me.

"Hatters sick," I sobbed. "He's not well, I fear he's; dying. I don't know what to do."

"There, there," she cooed. "Everything will be just fine," my mother told me, trying to calm me.

Later that night, I'm standing out on my balcony; looking into the sky, praying for a miracle.

"What's troubling you," came a wise voice. I look around confused until I saw a blue butterfly that landed on the rail.

"Hello, Absolem," I greeted quietly. "Hatters ill, I have no idea what to do. I need help, I need... Alice," I tell him.

Without another word, he flys off.

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