What Once Was Mine (Marianas Trench Ever After Album fanfic)

What Once Was Mine Chapter Two

A/N Hi. If you've already read Chapter One before Halloween (just a general time, no actual reasoning for the date), you should probably go back and read it again. I've added a bit to the first chapter and removed parts and put them here. Does that make sense? Anyways, I know this chapeter is short but the point of the story is to have a chapter for every song in the album, so enjoy!

 [ ]= part of lyric booklet

Chapter Two-Haven't Had Enough

Then one day, the kingdom was taken over by an evil Queen. The King was helpless to save his kingdom. He was beaten. He could only watch as the fragile infrastructure of the kingdom fell apart. They needed a hero-whether in shining armour, or a silly costume and red tights- and they needed one fast.

Josh P.O.V.

I dreamt that I was in a strange land. I was in a land full of toys- or at least I thought they were toys. We  never had many at the orphanage. There were toys of all shapes, sizes, and colours. A wooden rocking horse was rocking past me. A little plastic white mouse scurried its way into a small dollhouse. A plush doll-girl came running out of the house.

“A mouse in the house! A mouse in the house! Someone help!” she shrieked. A teddy bear came to the dollhouse, just as the mouse exited the house carrying a large chunk of cheese.

The bear held the mouse by the tail, “Pest! Be gone!”

He set the mouse down on a colourful box with starry designs. A little cricket came up the the box and stood on its hind legs. It began to wind the crank on one side of the box.

Music played. The mouse squirmed in the clutches of the bear. The lid of the box popped open, flinging the mouse far away. It wasn’t merely a box. It was a Jack-In-The Box.

“Thanks for freeing me old chap,” the man said, tipping his hat.

The grasshopper bowed, “No problem, John. It’s my pleasure.”

Or in this case, a John.

I began to walk down the road. Seeing more and more, none of it ever quite the same. A turtle on a tricycle was having a  race with a unicycling hare.A tiny man came out from a horse drawn carriage and turned into a frog that hopped noisily away. The scene was awfully joyous. Then suddenly the ground disappeared.

I began to have a feeling of falling, though I was not moving. I grew tired. I closed my eyes, and let my body do as it wished.

[“Once upon a time, I awoke in a strange place. I had no idea how I'd come to be there. Bewildered, I stood on a cliff over looking a giant land, with a large factory in the distance. The factory looked dark and foreboding, an ominous presence in what looked to be a once beautiful countryside. “It was mine, once,” said a voice behind me. I turned around to see a strange man. A toy. He looked raggedy and forlorn. What once was shiny and new, was now a forgotten and broken old man. He told me he used to be The King, but now lived as an outcast, overthrown by the heartless Queen Carolina. Carolina has stolen the heart of the king’s adopted daughter, Porcelain. She locked Porcelain’s heart away in a toy box and cast her out of the kingdom. Now Carolina lived in the tower atop the factory, where she continuously created more toys, soldiers for her army. No one had seen Porcelain for a very long time. The Outcast King told me how to get home. In the factory tower, there was a toy box. Inside were all the things Carolina had stolen, including the entrance to my home. But I would need the key. The key was split into halves. And the person that held half of that key was Porcelain. I would need to find her, get into the factory thrown room, and unlock the box. I set off, in search of the Lost Princess, and a way home.”]

When I woke up, I was in a different place. It was cold. The wind was whistling and sent a shiver down my back. I looked down at myself. Miraculously I had been dressed in my regular day clothes. Or maybe I didn’t even change out of my clothes before I went to bed. Either way I was thankful. I sat up and observed the world around me. Behind me was a fairly large forest. There was a huge cliff up ahead which I could not see over so I stood up and walked towards the edge.

I gasped. There was land as far as the eye could see. In the distance was a large factory. It was ominous and foreboding and sucked the light out of what used to be beautiful countryside around it. In the horizon, the sun was starting to rise, or set; I could not be sure. I had never seen such a thing in my entire life…. Wait… in my entire… Why can I not remember a single thing from my past? I started to panic. Why could I not remember a thing from my past? The only thing that I knew for sure was that I did not come from this world. My world was most definitely not like this.

“It was mine, once,” said a voice behind me. I turned to find the owner of the voice. It was a strange man. It was a toy. What used to be shiny and new was now raggedly and forlorn. He looked like an abandoned toy, a toy that had aged quickly into an old man.

“I used to be the king,” he continued, “That is, until his beautiful Carolina threw me out and declared me to be an outcast.”

He sounded tired but bitter.

“His Carolina?”

“Yes. That heartless girl got into his heart, but only to get close to the royal family. Then she overthrew me and took over as the Queen. That coward fled without a fight, and I had no choice to hide as well.” He rubbed his head as if he was trying to erase that memory from his mind.

“Who was he?” I questioned.

“Who- never mind that!” He was truly irritated. I wondered if I could trust him, “My point is that you will not be able to go home without my help.”

I stared at him with disbelief. Was he the one who brought me here, just to help him regain his power?

“I have a daughter, an adopted daughter named Porcelain. The evil Queen has locked her heart away in a toy box, along with the hearts of every other creature in the land of the Toys. She has been cast out into the kingdom, and is lost out there somewhere. No one has seen her since she was cast out. I have heard no news of her. Carolina lives in a tower at the top of the factory making toy soldiers all day for her army. For some reason she is afraid someone will try to take her throne. Anyways, within the tower is the toy box. Everything Carolina has stolen is kept within that box, including your way home. The only thing is that the key has been broken in half. Half of the key is with Porcelain.”

“So in order to get back home, I have to find your daughter.” I mused.

“You will also need to overthrow the evil Queen in order to get to the toy box. She guards it well.”

“So I have to put you back onto your little throne?” I sighed, “Fine, I’ll do it.”

With that, I set off on my journey to find Princess Porcelain.

King’s P.O.V.

I look at the boy the sky had given me, setting off into the woods. He had literally dropped from the sky; it was a miracle he was still alive, with that soft, yet stiff body of his. He was different, like Porcelain, whose skin was easily bruised or scraped, unlike toys in my kingdom. But he had a certain quality that made me trust him. He was our only hope left, after all.