Story 1: A pleasant day for one to take a leisurely stroll in the woods. Fresh air, greenery all around, and nothing but the sound of the breeze rustling the tree leaves. A young lad decided to venture further than what he was supposed to. This was noted by the rusted old fence that closed off a portion of the woods. He disregarded this however and let his curiosity wander. His curiosity bore a pay off of a lovely riverside view and a strong, firm branch from which he could view this upon. Across the river though, he noticed a sort of ghostly glow. I wonder what’s over there. He thought to himself. He tried his best to ignore it as it was across the entire river, but his curiosity was far too strong. He tried to find an area that went down to the river. Once found, he felt a reservation over take him from the unknown icy chill of the river. It was almost as if the river were trying to warn him. Once more his curiosity won out. I have to know what’s over there. He again thought amongst himself. He dove into the river and swam across, nearly drowning from the growing current, but making it across. He followed the glow, though his shivering body wished for him to turn back. He wanted to go home… after he learned what drove his curiosity to this. As he followed the path, the leaves began to turn dark, taking on the same color as the glow he had seen. He looked back only to see the path behind him too was being engulfed. He quickly began in an all out sprint to out run the darkness, but before long, it had swallowed the path he had taken. Despite this he kept running back only to find, where the running river once had been, stood a tree. A dead tree that spoke to him, it had not the need to use words. The tree spoke to him nonetheless: He was never to escape these woods.
Story 2: The tale of Alice in Wonderland was told by her through out the generations. Though what was never told was the final tale of her curious ventures. After having lived a full life filled with excitement, upon her children bearing grand children, her life had come to a stand still. As an elderly woman she reminisced and yearned for the thrills of wonderland once more. Out of the corner of her eye, sitting upon a porch, a white flash appeared. “The rabbit?” She pondered, walking to where she had saw the flash. Only there was a tree stump, just big enough for someone to fit down. Though the darkness of the hole seemed to be never ending. Without hesitation, and with a new found youth, the elderly Alice climbed down the hole. Upon climbing back out of the hole she was greeted by… no one. Normally each time she re-entered wonderland there was someone there. All that was there was the tree she climbed out off and a thick fog that swallowed the area. She wandered around in search of some familiarity when she, unfortunately, had found it. The flowers, the roses, the dandelions, the petunias, all of them had wilted, shriveled, or had just lost their color. None of them would talk to her. She wandered the forests some more, everything was eerily silent. No Cheshire cat cryptically telling her the direction to travel, no momeraths to give her company. All that remained was the forest path which lead her towards the Hatters Tea Party garden. That too, however, was overtaken by brush and murky, muddy water that turned the area into a cesspool of rotted stools and shattered porcelain. She couldn’t believe any of this she had to be missing something. However her disbelief turned into grief upon a shocking sight. The once thought extinct Borogrove, but possibly now completely extinct Borogrove, laid before her, rotting. It looked almost as if it were just a fallen tree, but the smell of decay filled the air. This was what she had come back to, Wonderland, dead and long gone. She would not want to return to her home in London. She had so many memories here, that she did not want that to be her last memory of Wonderland. In turn, she took the edge of eternity and jumped over said edge, slowly becoming part of a land that used to be wondrous.