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 prelude; into wonderland.



                          
     DAISY MIDDLETON had always felt as if she didn't belong. Perhaps that was the fault of her mother. Sheila Middleton was a woman adamant on raising her daughter to believe in the existence of magical realms and other worlds. Places in which people's fates were interwoven with nature by the pull of an invisible thread. Places where the tinkling of bells was sure to be the laughter of tiny fairies, and trees would dance as if floating on air. Perhaps this fantastical faith in the beauty of made up stories, was the reason Daisy had severed all ties between reality, and well, fairytales.
                          
     Daisy loved to believe that all realms (whether magical or not) were connected via one sole being. An anchor, if you will, keeping the balance between our reality and someone else's. Daisy mind tended to seem rather frivolous to her peers. After all, her favourite thing to do was to 'believe at least six impossible things before breakfast'. 
                          
     Thanks to her whimsical nature, Daisy often liked to compare herself to Alice Pleasance Liddell, who's adventures in Wonderland were so very exciting. Daisy loved to believe that one day she would wake up and find herself in her very own version of Wonderland, where up was down and down was up. Where Cheshire Cat's talked and Queens played croquet with flamingos and hedgehogs. 
                          
     But perhaps if Daisy hadn't had her head in the clouds for quite so long, she would have noticed the strange goings on, that were occurring around her. For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that if Daisy had been paying attention, she would begin to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.
                          
     So on that gloriously sunny Saturday morning, when her mother had sent Daisy for our for a walk, it was no surprise that Daisy didn't notice the sword-wielding mouse trying to lead her towards the forest beside her family home. 
                          
     It was clear to see that the mouse was beginning to become increasingly frustrated at the lack of attention it was receiving; Daisy was simply floating about the garden with her nose in a book. As the mouse's evident frustration grew and Daisy's trance deepened, the little rodent decided that brute force would be the only option in order to gain the girl's attention.
                          
     Unsheathing his little blade, the mouse rose the sword into the air before charging at Daisy and launching the weapon into her book. "Oh!" Daisy let out in surprise, she was rather puzzled as to why there was a tiny sword in her book.
                          
     Now that Daisy's attention had been at last directed away from her novel, the mouse let out a loud squeak, informing the girl of it's presence. "Oh hello." Daisy smiled. "Where are you from?" 
                          
     The mouse said nothing.
                          
     "You must think I'm mad seeing as I'm talking to you, everyone else does." Daisy continued to witter on. "But mind you, mother says all the best people are mad."