#fromlizzie

Parent: The Queen of Hearts

Parent’s Story: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Powerful Qualities: Bold, Proud, Decisive

Roommate: Duchess Swan

Secret Heart’s Desire: I’m proud of my heritage, though I do wish to be a kinder Queen of Hearts. All that shouting hurts my throat.

My “Magic” Touch: With a flick of the wrist, I build anything you can imagine out of cards.

Storybook Romance Status: I’ll wait until I get back to Wonderland to think about that.

“Oh Curses!” Moment: People take me way too literally. When I yell, “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD,” that’s just my Wonderland way of saying “Please” and “Thank you.”

Favorite Subject: Grimmnastics. I royally heart croquet. They’ve even made me captain of the team!

Least Favorite Subject: General Villainy. Why does everyone think I’m a villain? My destiny is to be a riddle!

Cards and kettles! It's Tri-Castle-On day! Oh dear ... you must pardon my hexcitement. As my mother, Her Majesty the Queen of Hearts, would say, "No matter how the deck is shuffled, we must not lose our royal head!" I wonder, though: if she were me today, would she really manage to keep her crown?

Sometimes living so far, far away from Wonderland, I worry I might be losing a bit of my muchness. Ever After is perfectly enchanting, of course, but no place can hold a card to the tea-soaked charm of Wonderland. Only there do I feel like my true royal self! In the language of Wonderland, I would say, "Castles echo under walls so far to busy classrooms full of empty." In the language of Ever After I just say, "I miss my home."

As the rightful heir to the Wonderland throne, I swear upon all my cards that I will graduate from Wonderland High! I must solve this riddle to know what final class to take.

“It stretches out forever into either direction. It’s never wrong, you can’t argue perfection. The order is fixed, it will never change. The answer may differ if the parts rearrange.”

The answer to this riddles is easy as 1, 2, 3. Why, it’s Math class, of course. Allow me to explain.

As we entered the headmaster's waiting room, I felt determined. I knew though he would never take appointments from a student, he would from a teacher. "I wish to speak with Headmaster Grimm," the White Queen politely requested.

The assistant grunted in annoyance, and pressed a button underneath her desk. I followed the White Queen through the library corridor into his enormous office.

The stern headmaster quickly glanced at me. "What is Ms. Hearts doing here? I have no time to listen to Riddlish nonsense from Wonderland students. Now, if you please." He dismissively pointed to the door.

"Sir," I insisted, "with the gate to the rabbit hole sealed, myself and all Wonderlandians are cut off from the unique magic that makes us special. Some might call it madness. We call it wonder. Whatever the name, without it, our destinies are in danger."

That got his attention. "...Continue."

I took a deep breath. "With no Wonderland, we would disappear once we leave Ever After High. That is unless we link Wonderland to Ever After. I've noticed the wishing well over the rabbit hole overflows into a grove. In this grove, Wonderlandiful magic grows wild. We can tend the grove, and create a small piece of Wonderland for our future destinies."

Headmaster Grimm stared in a large, ornate floor mirror, "Very well, Ms. Hearts. For the sake of destiny, I'll allow this Wonderland Grove."

Usually I don't get nervous. When I knocked on the White Queen's office door, however, that's exactly how I felt. "Please do enter with grace and... oh, it's you." She immediately turned cold. "My door suffered greatly after your last visit."

I bowed my head. "I'm sorry, Ms. Your Majesty the White Queen. I was angry, which is my destiny, but no excuse for losing my manners. Ever since we fled our home, I've been so focused on my sadness, I never considered yours. We have both lost so much, but you have done so with dignity and class. I have much to learn, but I promise you, I can be the Queen of Hearts our Wonderlandians need."

Slowly the White Queen smiled. "Please have a seat, Ms. Hearts."

I sat in front of her desk. "I haven't felt much like myself. I finally know why. And it is... important."

In an instant, we appeared at the school's playing field. Kitty vanished, then reappeared carrying a large sack. "Since you miss home so much, we could bring a little bit of home here." She turned the sack upside down...

I couldn't believe my eyes! Flamingos! Hedgehogs! That meant one thing, "Wonderland croquet! Wicked awesome, Kitty!" I reached into my purse for my cards, and dealt them into wickets and pegs to complete the playing field.

Suddenly I noticed two figures in the distance step through the bushes. Kitty disappeared as one of the figures skipped forward. The clinking of teacups put a smile on my face. Madeline was chipper as ever, "Crowns and kettles, together again*."

*Riddlish - Good to see you, Lizzie.

"Clubs, spades, hearts and diamonds, all ten*," I politely responded.

*Riddlish - You're too kind.

Madeline pointed to the other figure who stepped through the bushes with her. It was Cedar Wood, daughter of Pinocchio. According to Madeline, Cedar needed help finding her voice as an artist. This was my chance to not only practice my destiny, but help someone who is lost. For a brief moment, Cedar was my new Alice.

Every day I would visit the wishing well. I watched water drip Wonderlandiful madness into the wild grove below, and felt homesick. Everyone at Ever After High means well, but there are just so many differences between normal fairytales and Wonderlandians.

Some – like Madeline Hatter – embrace those differences. Of course she has her father, the Mad Hatter, who owns a very popular tea shoppe in the Village of Book End. No matter how many times the deck is reshuffled, Madeline acts like she's never dealt a losing hand.

Then there's Kitty Cheshire. People assume she's just a wicked trickster, but it's her destiny to be a Rebel. In fact, she is actually super kind, supportive, and understanding. Kitty is meant to fade in from nowhere and riddle advice with a smile. As if on cue, a Cheshire grin appeared,

"A coin, a lock, alone, a clock sitting on top of a swing.*"

*Riddlish - The gate isn't going to open, no matter how many times you visit.

"A coin, a cat, a card, a hat, a bird in a nest with no wing.*" I sighed.

*Riddlish - I wish we could go back home.

Kitty turned fully visible, "This is all just part of the story."

"Not my story," I sat next to Kitty, "I can't be myself here. Everyone thinks I'm mad."

"Lizzie, we're all mad," Kitty giggled, "We make the impossible possible. We answer riddles that can't be answered. We're from Wonderland. Madness makes us special, especially here."

"But there's no Wonderland here. How can we follow our destinies? Won't our stories disappear?" I started walking back towards the school.

Even though it's my destiny to be angry, I'm usually quite calm. In fact, ever since I was 3-of-hearts years old, I spent hours working on my non-anger management. It was difficult at times, but mother was always supportive. She wanted me to have the best childhood ever after. I had so many friends, so many tea parties and I was always happy. That is until "she" arrived.

A few years ago, a hooded crone knocked on our door looking for a place to rest. As thanks, the old woman offered mother the shiniest apples anyone had ever seen. It wasn't long before this stranger became close with my mother, always whispering poison into her ear.

Over time, mother became frighteningly paranoid. She was always suspiciously fearful of everyone, and everything. When friends invited me to tea parties, they were told, "Go away!" My tutors were fired. The guards were unshuffled. All the joy... the grandeur... the muchness of being a Royal disappeared from Card Castle, replaced by slow-ticking clocks and lonely shadows. I was ordered to my room, and my door was locked behind me.

Then one day I heard loud shouting. I screamed for help, but nobody answered. That is until I heard the familiar POOF! of a Cheshire Cat appearing from thin air. Kitty Cheshire has been my best friend forever after since nursery rhyme school, and I had never been happier to see her, "Kitty, what's happening?"