Alistar of Wonderland

Chapter Twenty-Three

Mad Hatter's POV

Later that day in the evening
The Hatter House, Wonderland

"So..." began my son.

"So," I said firmly. "We need to get you on track. Being a hatter is hard, but since you are a Hatter, you have the talent within."

"Okay, dad."

"But in the... glass ball, it seems you are more of a tailor."

"Yup."

"Well, shall we start then?"

Alistar decided on creating a dress first, for he wanted to make one for the princess, to thank her himself.

So in the cupboard, we pulled out a number of cloth out and set them on the table.

"She's red and pink and black all over," he beamed and chose a rosy colour from the stack. "This would be nice for her."

I eyed at the cloth and nodded, it was a good choice. So we cut the cloth out together, with Alistar describing the dress as he sketch it out. He was good, I can tell and I knew he had inherited his mother's talent on art.

Alistar's POV

The next day
The Hatter House, Wonderland

Mum and Dad had gone to the teashop, leaving me all alone in the house. I stayed in the workshop facing the unfinished dress Father and I began yesterday.

It was all I can do to thank Liana, she is such a good friend to me. I'm so happy I met her, I've learnt so much more about this world and my family's background.

I returned to look at my design, it seems to lack something. As a summer dress, it lacks some fragrance, some... roses.

That's it! I opened the drawers, hoping to find some pink or red roses as ornaments. Instead, I stopped as a box revealed from one of the cupboards.

What was that? Dad never told me about a box or anything of that sort. I guess it won't hurt to open and see, right?

But I was wrong, for the next moment as I removed the cover, a shrill cry came behind me,

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Mad Hatter's POV

Perhaps I shouldn't have screamed, but my son was taking out something that wasn't to be exposed for another day, or another decade, or another few year, or for all eternity.

Alistar stared at me with shock, my guilty and my rage mixed together, almost driving me mad. I have to stay focus. The box was half open and I could see the fabrics inside.

Alice stood behind me, shocked as well and an awkward silence befell upon us three. We stared at the box, then into each other's eyes, then back to the box.

"I'm sorry," Alistar whispered and began closing the box.

"No," I said firmly and took the box from him and removed the lid. The pink fabric exposed and a wave of emotions washed over me.

"What is that?" Alistar asked and came beside me to peek inside.

"It's..." Alice began and touched the fabric. "It's... clothes."

"For whom?" my son asked and his voice faltered when Alice began to sob.

So I answered his question, "Your sister's."

Alistar's POV

OH MY GOD!

I have a sister? Why haven't I seen her? Why don't my parents tell me about her? She's my sister, my family! OUR family!

I was about to ask when my mother broke down. Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes and I knew it wasn't a good sign. Dad's shoulders practically slumped down and mother hid her face on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I apologised. "I probably shouldn't have brought this up."

"It's fine," Dad sighed. "We had to get over this one day eventually, not hiding away from the truth. Thanks, Alistar."

"So... about this sister of mine."

"Yes?"

"What happened to her?"

"Alistar," my mum cried, "to be frank with you... your sister died."

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 Hi hi! I'm BACK!

Sorry fo for not updating the past... month and so? I've been busy the whole June, exams exams and exams for half a month and other things then. So I admit I've been a little neglectful to my stories lately.

Or A LOT

Anyway, I'm updating now, right? It's so good being in action again.

Oh, and I've been writing this new story called 'McMiller' in Wattpad, it's an original. So if you're interested, go and check it out! I also added that to the Wattys, just for a challenge. I know it's not good enough, but I'll try my best.

So see you till the next update. BYE!

-M.H.