Sol

Alice never believed her grandmother's stories, she always thought it was too fanciful, too far from reality. Craziness. So much so that she always hated the fact that her family members compared her to the old lady, an absurdity: How could she be compared to a crazy old woman? For this reason, the girl always tried to be as lucid as possible; always maintaining the posture that others wanted to see and looking forward to the day when she would emerge from the dome of masks in which she was being held. However, fate seemed to have other plans for her. Her entire life is washed away in a wave, when her home is attacked by strange beings, her mother is seriously injured and her grandmother is taken away. Now, with no way out, Alice will have to rethink her ideologies and reformulate her beliefs if she wants to escape alive and rescue her grandmother. To save herself and her family, she must forget the rational and believe the fanciful. Although, just believing is not enough. Alice will have to breathe fantasy and practice the impossible.

Sol

This is an extra fanfic from the Alice Again fic, with a selection of scenes and stories, showing a little better of each of the special characters we love so much

Carmem Brontë

In the 19th century, during the reign of Queen Victoria in England, the two daughters of an Earl who lived isolated in his mansion, find comfort in their late mother's stories about a place called Wonderland... he is threatened by them when the eldest is betrothed to the son of a Duke. In just one night, the sisters' world is turned upside down, where some secrets from the past begin to surface and a new universe is opened for them. The girls' fate is still uncertain and full of lies and secrets, but they must remain strong to face the mysterious and hostile new world that awaits them.

Suzumi

What happens after "HAPPY EVERYDAY"? She dies, the world ends, do they break up?

Havennah

"My God, my God! How weird everything is today! And yesterday everything was just as usual. Was I the one who changed last night? Let me think: Was I the same when I got up this morning? I'm almost thinking that I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, 'Who am I?' Ah, that's the big riddle!" My wavy blonde hair, pale skin and blue eyes have always caught the attention of many people.

Yuna Aikawa

I remember well how it all started: I was running through the streets of London, late as usual for my piano lesson, soaked by the rain that insisted on falling violently on the almost deserted city, when, in a moment of distraction, I slipped on some thing on the floor and hit my head. When I woke up, still dizzy and a little stunned with pain, I saw, in the distance, a white rabbit.