Project: Alice

"I am not Alice" I sometimes feel the need to get the words tattooed in bold letters on my forehead, maybe that would finally get the message across, maybe then they'd stop comparing me to her, maybe then things wouldn't have become what they are.

Elinor has been in her sister's shadow from the day she was born, Alice was always prettier, always smarter, always first, so it shouldn't have surprised anyone that she was the first to die, too. Alice was found in the early spring when the snow melted, they said she'd slipped and hit her head, frozen before anyone knew she'd snuck out of her room at their school. Elinor grieved, but after three years, she was the only one who seemed to have moved on at all, it wasn't that she didn't love Alice, since everyone did, it just didn't seem reasonable to still be so distraught, and so she worked and studied, she spent day and night trying to do well enough to be recognised as her own person, as anything other than a spare.

Anyone would have reasonably thought that the ground opening and swallowing you would be the beginning of something new, but when she is pulled into Alfea, a war torn world pulled amongst the four queens, to become a warrior capable of altering the very fabric of existence, she is still held firmly in her sister's footsteps as she becomes an Alice. She runs, She fights, and she bleeds for it, but now she has to put her pride aside and save this dying world with the rest of the Alices.