An Unusual Fairytale

Alice

Edited with help from DragonRyderRed and reposted on 8/9/18.

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away...

Uhg! So cliche! Why do they always start stories like that? What's the point? Where's the imagination? This is my story and I'm going to tell it my way!

In case you were wondering I'm Alice. "Alice who?" you may ask. Just Alice. Last names get too complicated sometimes. I've never felt comfortable taking a last name. It just didn't seem right. You see I was an orphan of sorts. I never knew my birth parents. I was just found on some family's doorstep. My adopted parents never had any kids, so they were delighted to take me in. They were nice and all, but I always wondered who my real parents were. Who wouldn't, right? Because of this, I didn't take my adopted parent's last name, Jaxsonson. People just know me as Alice.

The village I grew up in was nice. Small, but nice. There were about fifty of us all together. Only three kids my age, Mike, Jill, and Esmeralda but we all called her Ezzy. Ezzy was my best friend. Jill was cool too, but she typically hung out with the older kids. She thought we were "too immature".

Then there was Mike. Mike was my "crush" I guess you could say. (I never told him how I felt, we were friends and that was enough for me.) Anyway, we would run around the village all day, causing mischief as you would expect youngsters to do. (Just a side note, giving a pig a bath, while still in the mud pit is not very effective.) But, we had fun.

We had a small school, boys and girls welcome. It stopped after grade eight, so I was home when it happened.

Oh, sorry. I probably haven't made myself very clear. You know how I said I never knew my parents? Well, I found them. Sixteen years late, but I found them.

It was mid-October and I was home alone. My parents (Well, adopted parents, but still they were my parents) were at some town get together. I could have gone, but Mike was away on family business and Ezzy was visiting her grandparents, so I didn't have any real reason to go.

That's when it happened. After sixteen years of living in a small village where nothing interesting ever happened, this man showed up at my doorstep...

"You have to come... your Majesty," he said as he grabbed my hand. His voice was muffled because of the repulsive black mask he was wearing. It made him look like a cross between a vulture and a racoon. It had weird dips underneath his eyes like the mask was made for someone bigger. The nose part was hanging down because of the same reason. Like I said, it was hideous.

I pulled my hand away, placing it on my hips where I matched it with the other hand. I had the inkling feeling that I should know him. Something about his voice (which it seemed like he was trying to make deeper. It ended up making him sound like a cross between a chipmunk and a grizzly bear.) But I couldn't place it.

So I turned to my automatic defence system. Sass. "Who are you and what are you trying to hide with that mask?" I said rolling my eyes. "I'm sure anything you have under there, isn't half as revolting as the mask itself. And why on earth did you call me 'your Majesty?" I mocked his voice.

"Please, just come with me, I'll explain everything." he practically begged. Too bad begging doesn't work on me.

"No, way," I scoffed, slamming the door in his face.

I walked away laughing. This was obviously some kind of a practical joke. A terrible one at that. If that was the best he could come up with, I need to give him a few tips.

I headed out back where we kept the pigs. They often kept me company when everyone was away. I picked up the bucket of slop, deciding I might as well do something useful to alleviate my boredom.

Everything seemed normal now. The creeper guy was gone. I sent him away. So why did I feel like I was being watched?

Suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind, causing the slop to stain my dress. It was an ugly dress. Most of them were. (Not that I really cared about my appearance.)

I was about to make a sarcastic comment but a bag was thrown over my head. My situation suddenly became very clear to me. I was being kidnapped. Fun.

I tried to scream but the cloth bag muffled my cry. I suddenly felt very sleepy. I tried to fight, but a small pinch on the back of my neck seemed to fight my coordination. Another pinch, and I felt myself slip into a dreamless sleep.