When in the Country of Hearts (a alice in the country of hearts fanfic)

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The sun shined brightly, well, whenever it actually rose back up. As you know, time in this country is pretty f#@%ed up. Clara sat up him bed, blowing strands of messy hair out of her mouth. A note was taped to the lamp beside her bed.
Clara,

I have gone to get more parts for the watches. Could you take over fixing them for me? If you can't, that's fine. I'll be back in two time phases.

- Julius Monrey.
Clara's head was swirling not only because of the math and brain power fixing clocks took, but it was early in the morning. She trudged out of bed and got herself a cup of coffee. She was hesitant because she never had any, but she was too tired to care.
"Ookay." She sighed as she set down at the clockmaker's desk. Clara picked up a screwdriver and went to work.
Hours passed. Clara never gave up, because she knew that Julius would see her as a valuable person who would help him. By the time the sun set, again, whenever that was, she had finished all but one clock. She looked at all of her hard work, smiling to herself. The room became cold, and shadows loomed from above. Clara screamed at the top of her lungs when the shadows began taking one of the newly fixed watches. Then, they vanished through the window, but one stayed. The shadow began growing shorter, and blonde hair sprouted atop his head. Skin color and clothes began to form until he looked almost human. He opened his eyes, and dark violet eyes met her green ones. Since he had eyes and a mouth, Clara guessed he has a 'role' in this country.
"Hi!" He grinned at Clara. She smiled back. The young boy began searching around the room. "I'm guessing this isn't the amusement park."
"No, this is the clock tower." Clara replied, picking up the box that once held many shining watches. He held his hand out, and Clara took it.
"I'm the new engineer for that place. my name's Stewart!" He introduced, bowing slightly. Clara showed him the way on a map and sent the young engineer on his way. Why did the name Stewart sound so familiar? Clara thought. She gasped as she remembered. She once had a boy that was her friend back before she moved. His name was Stewart Freeman. His hair was a long, wavy, sandy color, and his eyes...
"Hey. I'm back earlier than I thought, but I stopped off to get you-" Julius stopped next to his desk to see no watches. He sighed, setting down the boxes of parts. walking over to the young Clara who was sitting on the window sill, looking down at the tops of trees swaying slightly in the wind. "You saw the shadows, didn't you?" Clara nodded, keeping her gaze at the scenery.
"No wonder. I think this country is going to change because of you." Julius admitted. Clara stared up at him.
"Why do you think that?" she asked.
"Because. Of all the years, of all the people that thought they could make a difference, they didn't have the courage or motivation that you have." He turned back to his desk and picked up the largest box. Handing it to Clara, he left the room.
What lay inside the box was a beautiful gown with all shades and tints of red and white. Clara was confused by the colors, and the dress.
"What's this for?" She questioned Julius trough his bedroom door.
"It's for your great work. And you can't go to the Queen of Hearts ball with jeans." Julius replied back, not opening the door. The dress felt like satin to Clara. A sash of white trailing from the waist all the way to the end of the dress. The torso was a deep crimson, but got lighter as it went down. Clara knew that no dress on earth could look the way it did. The simple beauty, and for some reason, it reminded Clara..
...of a painting.

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Hey, last part don't make sense, but it sounded good in mah head. shorter chapter, but I promise a longer chapter next time.
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