I believe this is the time I finally tell my story. And I am dreading every moment.
I have told many stories in my time. I told the story of Alice, of Samuel, of Carter. I have told tales of betrayal, tales of love and friendship. It has been a curse, to not have a name, to simply be the narrator. To never be a character, always the Storyteller. But that changes today. This is the story of The Storyteller.
I have made many mistakes in my life. This was by far the worst. It was a sunny day in Wonderland. I was walking through the forest, smiling to myself. I was young, naive. The world was my oyster, and Wonderland my playground. If only I had never found the Mirror. I wouldn't be cursed, and Wonderland wouldn't be forsaken. But back to the story. I was so stupid preoccupied; I wasn't looking where I was going. Pretty soon, I tripped on a tree root. As you may guess, I fell into a rabbit hole.
Now, I didn't know that then, but rabbit holes are not only symbolic. They are literal wormholes in the time- space continuum. To my adolescent mind they were just a way of transportation. And so, I was upset, after all, I had just got to Wonderland. I wasn't ready to go home, not just yet. And so, when I saw the Mirror, I jumped at the occasion. After all, I was in Wonderland, everything was possible. I was counting on the mirror to be some type of portal. The only problem was, I made it such.
To understand what happened next, you must understand the basic history of Wonderland. It was once a desert plane. Until children started filling it with their dreams. Beautiful dreams. Impossible dreams. Dreams about magic mushrooms and talking caterpillars. And so, what I saw shouldn't have shocked me as strongly as it did. I saw a completely desert land. I started walking. I walked on for hours, yet I hadn't seemed to move at all. "What kind of nightmare is this?" I yelled at the sky.
"Yours."
I named that place. Topsy Turvy. It became the nightmare to Wonderland's dream. And it was my fault. When I saw another mirror, I belted through it, finding myself back in Wonderland. What I didn't know then, was that this final act sealed my curse. I had opened a two-way entrance to the world of nightmares. And so, the terrible things I encountered there could seep into the world I used to live in, in the form of dreams. And I became invisible to all, to all I had loved.
I became all- knowing. The Narrator. Cursed to tell everyone's stories. Everyone but my own. And I myself became forgotten. Even I no longer remember my name, or who I used to be.