Devil's details ~Fairy tales with a twist

Chapter 3. The essence of Time

Now, if you haven't already noticed, time works a little bit differently anywhere you go. In the other worlds, time has a significant difference. Like, how is it that Matthew remembers Flora, yet her parents were not even born yet in the human world? Simple.

Time doesn't work at all in Wonderland.

Now, who came up this crazy idea?! Well, it wasn't thought up. You see, when the maker of everything wrote Wonderland, he forgot to put in time. The thought just never crossed his mind. When he created Neverland, his watch broke, as did time. It stalled. In the land of Oz, he remembered. When he created the human world he remembered. In the ocean world, he kinda intentionally forgot, because, well, who ever heard of a water proof watch? The man who made it all didn't have time to make everything perfect! Really, he only had seven days. He was busy.

So, yes, time is a odd thing. In fact, it's really just a thought. You really shouldn't trust it. You just need to trust the events.

Chronologically, everything goes in one direction. It doesn't necessarily mean that it goes by minuets, seconds, hours, days etc... No, it just goes.

When Matthew landed in Wonderland, he had been there before. Even the first time he had gone, he had been there before. It just hadn't happened to him yet. But he had been before, in another time.

That's how everything works. Every time you go somewhere, you have been there before. In another time. That's all time really is. It's not mathematical numbers. It's just an event. That's all you have to remember.

When I said earlier that time does not work in Wonderland? Well, that's not really true, I suppose. Time does work. It works better then it does where you're at. Everything is an event.

Let's go back to the subject of the Maker. He wrote time. Have you ever been curious as to what was going on in that loony of man's head?

It all began on a day like any other. The Maker, bored out of his mind, was reading the paper. He needed a job. A man of his wicked science did not keep jobs for very long.

His wife, my she rest in peace, had always been the provider. While he stayed with his two sons, his wife would work and provide for them. She loved and supported him. Unfortunately, all that work ended her life shorter than expected. The Maker was heart broken. He was to now not only live without the woman he loved so dearly, but he now had to provide for his two sons as well. How could he though? No job, no money.

The Maker needed to excape. He jumped from his red rubber chair, throwing down the paper, walking over the two children sat playing with blocks on the floor, and he went into his study to find some papers. He had hatched an idea.

His search was cut short when his one of his son's, woddled into his study. "Dada." He squeaked. "Dada, I poop."

The Maker looked upon the child with much fondness. You could not have better children than those who told you of their misfortunes before it was too late to change them. The Maker took his child into the living room and began to change him when the other boy began to fuss.

"Dada, ick!" Cried the two year old. "Dada, ick stink!"

The Maker quickly changed both of his son's diapers and carried them back into the study. He sat them down on his lap, one across each leg. He opened one of the drawers of his desk and low and behold, that was where his set of parchment lay.

Now, this wasn't just ordinary paper. He made this paper special. This was a special kind of paper that one could write on and anything they wanted would happen. He put the boys down in their play pin in the corner, and sat back down. He dipped his feathered pen into the ink and brought it over the piece of parchment. What could he write? He didn't know where to take his family. Why should he? He was only working off a spur of the moment idea...

"Boys, where do you want to go?" He called out to the babies. He wasn't sure what he was expecting. They weren't even toddlers yet! Still, both of the children had a reply. Smart ones at that.

"Nenaland, Dada!" Cried one.

"No, Wonaland!" Cried the other.

Of course. He often told the boys stories of secret lands as bed time stories. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner?! He began scribbling out the picture of a land he particularly favored. A place he excaped to in his head before going to bed every night since he himself was a little boy.

"I think we'll be headed off to Dada's favorite place." He mumbled. "You remember Oz?"

Of course both boys protest, but the Maker simply smiled and continued his sketches. It all begins with a road... A road his images paved in yellow brick. As he worked, the world around him seemed to dissappear. The babies in the pin giggled in sheer excitement as the new and strange thing happened. The first world to be created was born.

Now, back on the subject of time. How does this little story even have anything to do with time, you may ask? Well, had you been paying attention, you'd realize that the maker has quite a bit of work cut out for him. It's not easy making so many magical things possible. Being able to wrote entire worlds is very hard work. Keeping track of everything is even more impossible.

In order to do so, he binded the paper together and made a book. "The Essence Of Time" he called it. Ironic due to most of his lands not even consisting of time, but you know.

The book. The most important to ever be created. All he wanted was for him and his almost broken family to live happily... Little did he know that fate had other plans...

AN: Hiya! So... That was meh :/

I'm not entirely sure if I got what I was trying to say across, so I totally understand if there's questions and confusion. Believe me though, this story will come together beautifully by the end.

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