[h1]Alison[/h1]

"I... I'm Alison," she said to the nice woman. Was that a robot standing next to her? "I think... my princess powers are to make the thing appear." She drew in a breath, steeled her face, reminded herself that a princess had to have poise and grace in the face of uncertainty -

And the centipede exploded into black wisps, which flowed back into her hand. She bit her lip to avoid giving out a yelp when she felt how [i]cold[/i] they were, like ice water pouring onto her palm. "The woman said we have magic, so I think I must be given a quest. I saw some bad guys in my dream, a dragon and a water woman and things like that, and the pretty woman said we must beat them so we can go home."

She looked around again, at the gleaming rows of metal pods and the futuristic room. Softly, Alison let out a sigh. "In books, the princess always wants to go home, but... I don't want to go home." She wanted magic. She wanted to learn, to make unicorns and princess fireballs later. Even the wriggly tentacle squirming under her skin, begging to be set free, was cool in its own twisted way. She almost thought that it was a bad power, which meant she must be a supervillain, but then she remembered that Unicorn Raine had taught her that if you use your powers for good, you're a superhero, even if your powers are bad themselves.

Briefly, so fast it was barely a flicker, Alison glanced at the door, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of trees and grass beyond. What was out there? What more magic was there to be discovered?