The First Alice

THE FIRST ALICE.

Aaah, France 1714. The world has just revolved. In a small kingdom of Freya there she was. Serving the king and queen of the kingdom Freya while everyday she was in red. Both her clothes and skin was painted red as she was indeed the greatest warrior. Yet it was a sin for women to be greater than men. She was a taboo. She was the first Alice, a gallant woman in red.



The story of the first Alice sets off when she held the cursed sword given by the King of Freya. It said that the sword was only for those who were strong enough to hold it in their rough hands covered in red. It was the sword of Wonderland. Rumors had said that it took centuries to yield the powerful sword. Yet, within centuries it had kill thousands. The same goes for whoever held this piece. Many had died. The sword of Wonderland never had its true master as no one is able to control it. It was indeed a thrill for Alice to hold such wonderful strong sword in her palms yet it was a huge honor indeed.

The first Alice then took the sword in hers then felt as if her soul was sucked deep into the sword as her pair of ruby hues set place at the sword. A smirk was drawn on her jubilant face then knelt before the King and Queen. Since that moment the kingdom Freya enlarges, engulfing other smaller kingdoms such as the kingdom Remnant, Julius, and Alexandra’s. Freya then became a well known kingdom. Peasants, patrons and artistes came increasing the population of Freya. This happened because of one thing. Freya never lost in a war. It was all a deep oblige to Alice herself as she got stronger every second she held the sword of Wonderland in her. Most have the thoughts that maybe Alice was the true holder of the sword of Wonderland and the savior of these centuries. The King praised her and throne her with positions, wealth and luxury. She was indeed honored with the King’s gratitude towards her. Yet no one knew what she suffered. Every night since she held the powerful sword, a dream came, visiting her. In those dreams she was nevertheless than a young woman with beauty, luxury and power. However, in every of her dream ended with nightmares. Suddenly everything turned crimson. She tried to wake herself up everytime her wonderful dream turned into nightmares yet there was no strength. She couldn’t force herself to wake up leaving headaches run in the morning. These made her decision to be stronger. To keep those dreams away, far away from her forever.
Few months later then set another rumor of people men being slaughtered alive while women disappeared. Children were killed. Their corpses were there but without heads on. This made worry to both the King and Queen of Freya as their kingdom was once again far from peace. More and more commoners went out to other kingdoms seeking for an exotic life. The King then briskly summoned Alice and commanded her to seek for the man who was responsible for al of these chaotic and macabre acts. Alice knelt down once again agreeing on the King’s order and held her troops for a mission guarding humanity every night.

So far, every night there was to guide the people of Freya, Alice was never present with her troops. Her absence made curiosity to her troops and one of those obscure night, the treacherous moon spoken. There was a boy in her troop. A boy of age 16 with his pale skin as white as the snow and his eyes were as azure as the sky. With a man as beautiful as the sky it made people wonder why she joined the troop. No one knew. The only one knew was that the boy himself sacrificed his youth and life to the gallant woman in red, Alice. He was deeply in love with her yet without anyone knowing. The only thing he could wish right now was to be stronger than her so that he could protect the whole Kingdom and his love as well.

“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH” a shriek went by. The troops ran to the source of a woman screaming. Dozen pairs f eyes went wide and crazy as no one could not believe the neurotic, veiled murderer was non other than the true knight of Freya. It was indeed Alice. They were trembling as her white Caucasian skin was covered with lots of blood and the sword she wields glowed bright. Brighter than the moon itself. She chuckled. Her chuckled later turned into deep hysteric laughs and this made the soldiers had no other choices than to kill her for the sake of Freya. As they were pacing forward trying to gather up all strength slash! The soldiers went down one by one, died. It wasn’t Alice who killed them. It was the small boy who felt deep in love with Alice. Alice ruby hues stared into his blue pairs seeking for consciousness for an answer to the question what happened and what had she done. Tears weld in her eyes and he paced towards her embracing her before he drugged her with sleeping pills.

It was several days after the incident Alice woke up not knowing what day is today and what had happened since the night she last shed blood of innocent human. It was a dark night indeed. Dark clouds were graving the sky with sadness. She looked around and spotted a familiar looking boy.

“You are-”

“Shhhh” He placed his frail finger on his marble lips. “Hush now you are not worthy of speaking advert to your status and condition.”

“Then, where am I?” she asked. Her ruby eyes were calm and serene.

“A secret place.” His voice was soft and passion then paced few steps towards her before he knelt down in front of her and took her hand kissing it. “I’m sorry, but you are now locked here. This is for your own good, and for the sake of Freya.” He said his eyes drawn into hers.

Her face was clueless to what had happened. She nodded and few moments later he disappeared through the door locking her behind it keeping her safe from being hunt down. As the male walked off, her head went berserk. It was the most caustic pain she ever felt and later she went out cold leaving her body walked off searching for the sword as it was locked in a locked chest. She had no key but her hand suddenly act on its own and took a pin from her hair and solved the puzzle to open the locked chest. There, she saw a gallant sword laying on its own without any friend. She took the sword and said “Don’t worry, you’re not alone anymore.” Within seconds she turned the door into rusted tiny pieces and went off killing people making her own path in the forest by cutting everything down. This wasn’t enough for her. So she burnt the kingdom down.

The first Alice was a gallant red. Wielding a sword in wonderland, she sliced down everything in her way. Her trailed was only a bloody red path as she brought innocent blood on her skin and clothes. This Alice was indeed controlled by the sword, had no where to go. She was trapped as a wanted fugitive. If it weren’t for the red path she made, no one would think she ever existed. Thus, Alice was trapped in her nightmare for eternity.

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wear glasses!!!....
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