Author's Note - Hello! So this is my first precure fanseries, and I'm really excited to be posting it! I don't read that many other fanseries, so if you notice that my work seems similar to another author's then please point it out so I can work to make my work different from theirs. I'll try to answer all reviews, but I can't promise I'll be able to respond to every one.
I do not own Pretty Cure, I only own the characters and story (this applies to all chapters)
As always reviews are appreciated, and I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 1 - Alison
It was sudden, as sudden as waking up ever is. One second you're in the realm of sleep, and the next, you're here, in the world of wakening. More often than not people get woken up by something, say an alarm, another person or a jolt of pain.
Despite this, just waking up, that small feeling that happens every day, is truly impossible to describe, as it is so hard to remember.
However, she remembered it distinctly, as her eyes fluttered open and her head lifted off the pillow.
She had woken up, hadn't she? But why? It was the middle of the night, far too early for anyone to wake up, and most definitely not someone of her age.
She seemed to comprehend this too, as her pupils once again grew dazed and she lay back down to rest.
Yet something stopped her. An invisible, mystical force which compelled her to sit up, wondering what in the world could be causing it.
She looked around her simple room, searching for the source with only the moonlight to guide her eyes.
It took not two moments for her to notice it, a small, butterfly like creature with rose wings reminiscent of Fey from storybooks, which had a small magenta jewel right at its center, replacing a thin body.
The creature Shone with beautiful pinks and roses, beckoning her forward with a caring gaze.
She slowly approached it, her bare feet prancing through the carpet. It flew just above her desk, illuminating it's milky surface.
She observed it dancing as she came close, seemingly pleased with her mystified interest.
She reached out her hand to touch the creature, to bring it close. As she did, a strange feeling welled up inside her, as if she was on the verge of her destiny, just as a hero of myth.
As her hand was moments away, the creature retracted, as if it had suddenly changed its mind. It gracefully soared into the open air through the doors of a balcony, to flee into the night.
She ran after it. Wait, don't go! It was so close, yet she could not reach it. She extended her hand outwards, just a little further…
The air around her suddenly began rushing upwards past her face, as her mind came back into clarity.
Below her, the concrete was rising, getting closer, closer, so much closer, coming up to slam her in the face.
It was so slow, feeling like an eternity of falling, but also too fast for her to comprehend.
She shut her eyes tightly, if she had to pick the last thing she would ever see, the inky blackness of her eyelids seemed like a fine choice.
All her muscles were tense, as if doing so would somehow allow her to survive, and endure the fall, which was going to be over within seconds.
But it wasn't. And she felt the wind slowing around her, and her legs falling below her so she could be positioned upright.
She hesitantly opened her eyes, and there before her was the creature, flapping away on her finger.
She felt weightless as air, like wings were on her back. As if being firm on the ground was a distant memory, far beyond her.
The creature slowly flew upwards, carelessly gliding towards the sky. She was pulled along without effort, as if she was truly just air caught in this small creature's tiny wings.
It flew up to her balcony, and the feeling of weight returned to her cold feet. The butterfly glided around her, swerving around her room. She could not take her eyes off it, for truly, how could anyone look away from such a mystifying creature?
It flew back to her, just inches from her pajama-gowned chest, above her beating heart.
It emitted a soft pink glow, and began flying towards her, before it barely touched her skin, and erupted in a wave of magic.
She was suddenly filled with a warm, pleasant feeling, like being surrounded by a warm blanket of care on a frozen day.
It was enchanting, like magic was filling her veins and wings were growing on her back.
She cracked open her eyes, just for a second, and saw an endless sky of pink sunsets and glowing stars filling the horizon. She was no longer wearing her pajamas, but a glowing pink dress, which ended just above her knees.
However, as she closed her eyes a second time, she was suddenly overcome with fatigue, and stumbled backwards as sleep drew her in.
She landed on something soft, and as the dream faded back into simple unconsciousness, a woman's voice, like a great spirit, cut through it all
"A new precure... has been born..."
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Beep beep
She groggily opened her eyes, going against her instinct to stay asleep. Green numbers pierced her vision, but she was far too sleepy to decipher them.
Beep be-
Click
Instinctively, she turned off her alarm, before rubbing her eyes to get a better look at the clock on her nightstand.
6:11 am. She had overslept. Not by much, but still…
Her mind flashed back to the dream from the previous night, of falling off the balcony, flying, a warm, mysterious light, and a woman's voice…
She shook her head as she pulled off the covers and got out of bed. Trying to remember dreams wasn't going to help her get ready.
But as she changed out of her pajamas and into her school's uniform, she tried to remember if there was anything she'd done last night that could've caused her to oversleep like that.
She had come home from school, and gone to work on her homework almost immediately. Once she was done with that, she'd read a book she'd recently gotten from the library about greek mythology. Then she had had dinner with her parents, read a bit more, and gone to bed at nine, as usual.
She finished straightening out her uniform's jacket, before thinking about it again. "Oh well," she told herself, "I must've just stayed up a bit too long reading, or maybe being a teenager is finally starting to get to me."
Walking up to her mirror, she grabbed a faded pink barrette from her desk. She then used it to pull back some of the auburn hair from her face and clip it in place at the exact back of her head.
She then looked herself over in the mirror, making sure nothing was out of place. Her bangs swished across her face, seemingly unwilling to stay straight. Some hair still circled her face from around her ears, but not too much.
She had a tall nose which seemed to draw an invisible line to her arched eyebrows, that stuck out no matter what she did.
She ascertained that she looked alright. Not too bad, at least.
"A~li~son!" a cheery voice called from downstairs, beyond her door, "I have eggs ready if you want some!"
"I'm coming down!" she called back, a severe lack of enthusiasm in her voice. She took one last look in the mirror before leaving her room.
After she got down to the bottom of the stairs, a woman was there to greet her, who had bobbed auburn hair that was held up with an assortment of clips, and eyes like the statue of liberty, much unlike Alison's, which were brown as dirt.
"Hi, mom." She said, before sitting down in a chair that had flower embroidery on it.
Her mother served her a plate of scrambled eggs topped with basil, before going back to wash the spatula.
"So, are you planning on finally taking my advice and being a bit more enthusiastic today?" Alison shook her head, "Really? Well, I figured as much. You're just like your father, I swear. Speaking of which, he had to go into work early today, something about a broken copying machine."
Alison nodded, finishing up her eggs. Once she was done, she used a napkin to make sure her face was clean, and got up from the table.
"Well, I guess I'll be off then." she said as she left the kitchen and made her way towards the door, only stopping to grab her schoolbag and lunch.
The door clicked shut, and her mom sighed as she picked her daughter's plate off the table. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm living with robots, I mean, honestly!"
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Alison sat down at her desk, setting her bag down beside her. She'd come into class a little later than usual, so a good portion of the students were already there.
Most mornings she would've gotten out a book, but she didn't want to get it out only to have to put it away again minutes later. So instead she just sat there, in contrast to the rest of the class, who were walking around and talking with each other.
It was moments like this in which Alison felt like an outsider, an observer. People didn't talk to her unless they had to, and she didn't talk to them unless she had to. But it didn't bother her. Being alone was easier, and it could be terribly hard to try and understand emotions other than her own.
So instead she looked out the long window which was next to her desk, gazing out into the sky.
She went to a private school, one which served for grades 6-12. It was huge, about the size of a small castle. As such, the school had 3 main floors.
Since her classroom was on the 2nd floor, someone could look out the window and see only the sky and treetops.
So as she looked out the window, she could see the large clouds slowly blowing across the sky, so clear she could almost touch them.
She could practically feel the wind in her hair, through the thick pane of glass. She could imagine the ground so far below, a hundred miles away. She could see the school, just a ways away, standing huge against the rest of the world.
She could feel the thrill of flying, the adrenaline of the height, the small tingle of wings on her back…
The toll of the bell tower rang throughout the school, startling Alison out of her thoughts.
She had been daydreaming, of course. She was still in class, sitting down. Why was she even daydreaming about flying anyways?
It must've been because of the dream she had last night. Yeah, that was totally it.
Meanwhile, the rest of the class was hurrying to thier seats as the bell ended with a soft 'pang' that was barely audible in this part of the school.
The teacher, , stood up before the class. She was a lanky woman in her early 30's, who had a hunch in her back from sitting down too long. She took a breath, preparing to start, but she couldn't manage to make out any words before a hand from the second row shot into the air.
"Oh, um, yes?" she addressed the student, who instantly bounced up to meet her hand, along with three other girls. In the blink of an eye they'd bounded up to the front of the room, accidentally pushing towards her desk in meekness.
With enough bubbliness to boil a pool, one of them spoke, "we would like to announce that today we will be hosting the elections for a new class representative for the student council!"
Oh, they did need one, didn't they? At the end of last semester, thier previous representative had transferred to another school, so they'd been left without one. To be honest, it didn't really matter if they had one or not, but the student council, which did play a big part in most of the school's social aspects, required that each class have one.
Classes were always allowed to choose a new one each semester, but most of the time it wasn't an issue. All they had to do was attend a couple meetings and maybe say the class's opinion on something if it was really a problem.
Chances were that one of the smart kids would be elected, the sort of person that got straight A's, or a popular girl who everyone knew. And if nobody else, then it would be one of the nice people, who was 'relatable' and had a lot of friends.
"And," the girl in the front said, light blond pigtails bobbing, "I, Fleur Sida, nominate Alison Quinn to be our representative!"
Oh, they chose her.
Wait, What!?
Some of the students who'd been listening turned back to look at her. Why had that girl chosen her? Her grades were average, she had no friends, and she was fairly sure that quite a few people forgot she existed in the first place.
She sunk into her desk. Oh god, this couldn't be happening...
"Hold on just a minute!" a voice called, and a groan passed through Alison's mind. What now..?
Katie Pem, by far the most popular girl in the class, stood on her desk, rising to attention. "I don't think you know what you're talking about. This girl can't be our representative!" yes, thank you!, "Instead, I nominate myself, Katie Pem, to be our new representative!" some girls around the class immediately started applauding.
Fleur smirked. Oh no. "Well then, now we can have a true election!" she pointed at Katie, "Today, at O-two-hundred hours, we'll have the election. You vs Alison. The winner becomes our new representative!"
"Hmm," Katie said, walking over some desks towards her, "This should be very interesting indeed, I assume you'll be managing for Alison?"
"Yes, and I assume your posse will be managing for you?" she said, getting up on a desk.
"But of course! Now, do we have ourselves a deal?" she held out a hand to her competitor, just a desk away.
"Oh, we have ourselves a deal alright." the blond girl said, vigorously shaking it.
Katie then turned towards Alison, who was sweating bullets, and pointed at her, "you will fail, Alison, I'll see to it."
This probably would've been the perfect time for a snappy comeback, but Alison was too busy wondering what the hell was going on and cursing her own existence.
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They'd probably run halfway across the school, and Alison had no idea where they were anymore.
She took a minute to bend over and catch the breath that had been ripped from her when Fleur had grabbed her arm and ran her to… wherever they were.
She looked up to discern where she was, and saw that they were in front of the debate club's room.
"We're here!" Fleur said happily, opening the door.
"Wait, we can't just go into the debate club's room! None of the members will be in there anyways!" Alison rejected, standing up straight.
Fleur let out a laugh, "I'm in the debate club silly, we're allowed to go in anytime!" she said, walking into the room.
Alison hesitated, before walking in. she was honestly surprised that Fleur wasn't in cheerleading.
"Okay then," Fleur began, "Let's start with your platform, you're going to need that before you get all the other stuff done."
"Wait, Alison said, pausing, "You're actually doing this? There's only 20-something people in our class…"
"Exactly! And we need to make sure those 23 people are all represented fairly!" she said, getting out a piece of paper and a pen, "Now, can you work on the platform? I'm going to start on the posters! Now where were those markers…"
She turned around to look for said markers, leaving Alison to stare at the blank sheet of paper.
She had no idea what to do. It had all happened so quickly, and-
she couldn't do this.
And honestly, she would be fine with Katie being the representative. They really didn't do anything important anyways.
Just the idea of standing in front of everyone, and telling them why they should like her more than somebody else- it was suffocating.
And Fleur was right there. All she had to do was tell her she couldn't do this, and go back to class. She could forget this terrible ordeal ever happened.
She opened her mouth, about to speak-
-and fleur turned around, a bunch of markers in her hand, "Found them!" she said, smiling.
"G-great!" Alison said, feigning a smile. How on earth could you say 'no' to someone so happy, excited, and well, honestly pushy.
"I'll continue on the posters then, you continue working on the platform."
She looked down at the paper again, and set the pen down to it. She could only hope that somehow, she ended up being underwhelming and they would vote for Katie.
But then, Fleur was just so enthusiastic, it might be a challenge to make them not vote for her.
And Katie was known for being pretty snobby, they might vote for her just as an alternative.
This wouldn't work out so well, would it?
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Alison collapsed into her desk, getting out her lunch. She was utterly exhausted from the first half of the day, with Fleur trying to put stuff together so that she'd be voted in as the new representative.
She still didn't want to do it, even the thought of running was dreadful, but she couldn't stand to feel like she went out of her way to make somebody sad like that, especially someone like Fleur, who could probably power a lightbulb with her smile.
She had managed to piece together a platform, and fleur seemed to be really close to finishing the poster ("I just need to finish up with the shading!"), so that was a thing.
But the more she thought about it, the more impractical it seemed to be doing this. It wasn't that big a deal being the representative, and for something as small as a student council, it was more than overkill.
She took a big bite of her sandwich. Most classes would probably be fine with just doing a show of hands, or just having the teacher ask a responsible student to do it.
She wished that was a bit more confident, so that she would've put a stop to all this nonsense.
And nobody had seen Katie and her group since they'd walked off shortly after her and Fleur had. And if they had any of the same ideas about this as Fleur, then nobody would be seeing them until the quote-unquote, "Election".
Also, Fleur still hadn't told her why she'd decided to nominate her in the first place, and she just couldn't figure it out. She had no particularly great talents or skills, at least that people knew about.
"Alison!" Fleur called. She looked back at her to see Fleur speed-walking up to her, a bundle of papers in hand.
She sighed internally. "What is it, Fleur?"
She began leafing through the papers, "Well, I know I told you that you could have a break from working for lunch, but I just had an amazing idea, and we're running out of time, so would you mind if we went back to work?"
Alison looked down at the half-eaten sandwich in her hand, and all the other food still left in her lunchbox, waiting to be eaten. "Um, ok. Just give me a second and I'll get going."
She packed up her lunchbox and followed Fleur back to the debate room, gazing blankly out the window. She had a lot of stuff to do, sure. But she just couldn't get the thought out of her head. Why was fleur trying to get her elected?
"Um, Fleur?"
Fleur turned around to look at her, "What is it?"
"Well, I mean, I just wanted to ask, well basically, why are you doing this?" she looked at her confusedly, "I mean, why are you trying to get me elected to be the representative?"
She laughed a little, "Oh, well helping somebody get elected as the representative will be a valuable experience! I want to be a lawyer, you know."
"But I mean, why me? There are plenty of more capable people in our class, and if you just wanted to do this for the experience, you could've elected yourself, like Katie did."
"Well, first of all, electing myself would ruin the whole point of the experience, and I would argue that you're a pretty good choice for the representative anyways."
She continued, "you always stay at the back of the room, and never really say anything. But you're always observing what goes on in the class, and probably understand it better than anyone else does. Plus, you're not in any clubs, so you'd be perfect! She paused, "besides, what really matters right now isn't getting you elected, but beating Katie, my arch rival!"
"Since when were you two rivals?"
"Since today, of course. Weren't you watching?"
Alison nodded, looking down. She supposed that that sort of reasoning made sense. This must be some sort of karma for always staying in the back and keeping out of discussions, never really socializing with someone unless she had to.
She looked out the window again as they continued walking. Clouds scooted by, a couple birds idled on a telephone wire, and a mysterious figure slinked across the school's lawn towards the gym. Just like any other day, as if she wasn't close to a panic attack.
…
Wait, what?
She took a second look at the figure. It looked like a woman, and she definitely wasn't a teacher.
"H-hey, doesn't that person look kinda suspicious?" she asked.
Fleur looked down at them, "Well, yeah she doesn't exactly look great or anything, but we need to get to work, we have no time to spare!"
Alison looked back at the person. Something about her was just different, wrong. there was no way she couldn't do something. "Ok, but we should at the very least tell a teacher or a member of the student council or something."
Fleur froze. Then she slowly turned back towards her, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "A member of the student council, you say…"
Where was she going with this- oh. Oh no.
"You're trying to become a member of the student council, and showing that you're capable would certainly win votes, yes, this will do nicely…"
"Um, do you want me to do something? Or-"
"Go check it out." Fleur interrupted her. She didn't even need to say why. Taking action would show that she could handle this kind of responsibility. That she was worthy of being elected.
As Fleur began pushing her to go, she looked helplessly towards the ceiling.
Why me?
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She'd finally managed Fleur to leave her alone, but only after assuring her that she would come straight back after seeing what the mysterious person was up to, and that she'd definitely help out with the election buttons.
She really didn't want to do any of this, but that was out of her hands at this point. Why couldn't she have said 'no' earlier, when there was no risk of hurting anybody?
And she didn't want to see the lady either. She gave off this sort of, vibe. Like the dream she had had last night, but malicious instead of benevolent.
No. it was probably just a lost parent or something. Not scary or bad at all. Nothing to be afraid of. Hopefully.
She had now made her way into the school's front foyer, and was walking towards the doors. She hesitated. What if this turned out to be something really bad, like a shooter or something?
She shook her head as she pushed the door open. No, that was absurd. There was no way that it could possibly be anything like that, ever.
All she had to do was go in, look around, and if she didn't see anyone, go straight back. It was simple, yeah. it was all ok, wasn't it?
She realized that she was now standing before the gym, a large detached building where all the schools sports equipment, locker rooms, and sports-related clubs were held.
She hesitantly jarred open the door, peeked in and looked around, "H-hello? Is anyone here?"
After a painfully tense minute, it became apparent that nobody was going to answer her, so she slowly walked in. after a couple moments of silence, she whispered to herself, "It was probably just a coach or something, I should get going back."
She turned around to leave, however, eyes traveled upwards for a split second.
She stopped, before taking another look upwards. she couldn't have seen that, could she?
She gasped and stumbled back, she had seen correctly after all. There, floating in the middle of the room, was the woman she'd seen outside.
She had her brownish hair pulled into a bun, and was wearing a short dress with heels. She also had a long black coat, that didn't go with the rest of her outfit.
And she was looking right at her, with eerie, orange irises.
It felt like the woman was staring straight into her soul, like all it would take was a glare, and she'd burst into ashes.
"So, you finally noticed I was here." she said, before dropping like a stone to the floor, yet creating no impact on the wood, "I'm so glad you came, now I don't have to go looking for you!"
The strange feeling suddenly subsided, as thoughts raced through Alison's mind, how did she do that? What's going on? What-
She was startled when the woman dashed up to her and grabbed her by the collar, slamming her into the wall.
"Now," the woman snarled, strange energy forming in her hand, "I'll kill you, so that any power that's infected your soul dies along with you, and you can't challenge the queen, okay?"
"Oh, and in case you were wondering, my name's Selenium." she held the ball of energy right up to her face. Oh no, oh no, oh no this was bad…
"Alison!" a cheery voice called from the door, "I know I said I'd leave you alone, but I just wanted to see how it was going…"
Fleur looked between confusion and horror as she looked at Selenium, just inches away from killing Alison, "A-alison? What's going on-"
"FLEUR, RUN!" she screamed while Selenium was distracted. she reeled back a little, scared.
There was a long pause as a wicked grin spread across the evil woman's face. She crushed the energy within her own hand, and let Alison fall to the ground in a heap.
In seconds, she was just feet away from Fleur, "Well, this should certainly make things more interesting."
Selenium summoned a sphere of darkness in her right hand, and reached her other hand towards Fleur. Her eyes glowed as she began an incantation.
"O soul of the weak, bounded to pathetic life, I summon thee, to take and do with as I please!"
In an instant, Fleur's eyes became blank and distant, and a light began to emerge from her chest. Blue and white strands poured out of it, causing her face to become a cringe of pain.
Some of the light emerged from her arms and legs, and gathered into Selenium's empty hand.
Alison stared, awestruck. It was otherworldly, a strange light seeming to be embedded into fleur herself. She recalled the word that she had used, "soul". could it be possible- was she stealing Fleur's soul?
The soul was almost completely gathered in Selenium's hand, with the exception of a few stubborn strands that refused to let go. However, with a quick flick of the wrist, they gave in and Fleur's empty body fell limply to the ground.
She studied the soul in her hand, as if it was insignificant and disposable, "Hmm, this isn't a very good one at all! No combative abilities or anything. Well, whatever, it could be worse." she muttered, before dropping it into the sphere of darkness.
Then she gently threw it towards a nearby basketball that had been abandoned from a previous class, and the sphere faded into it upon contact.
The ball pulsed with darkness, before it began deforming, growing, changing. In seconds, it had become a terrible monster, half the height of the gym. It had white gloves on what could be called hands, a basketball acting as the base and another one as the head, and two white-blond pigtails, almost identical to Fleur's.
Alison was scared to death, but when the monster let out a terrible roar and moved to punch her, instincts took over, and she was able to barely dodge the blow.
She turned back, to see a large indention in the gym's wall. Oh god...
She instantly sprinted for the exit, but a shot of purple energy fired right in front of her, stopping her from it. She looked up to see Selenium smirking down at her.
"I can't have you running away now, I already went through all the trouble of summoning a soul demon. If you insist on running, I can kill you myself, but personally I think that this will be much more fun!"
A soul demon? So that's what it was called. She looked around desperately, and spotted a supply closet a ways away. Without thinking, she made a mad sprint for it.
She shook the handle, but it didn't budge. No, no, No! It couldn't be locked, it had to be open!
The demon now loomed over her, extending a hand so it could crush her to death.
She shut her eyes tighter than she knew she could. This was it, it was the end. She was going to die…
"Stop right there, you monster!" she heard a voice call out, which prompted her to squint her eyes open. Who was it? Were they calling her a monster, or were they addressing the demon?
Three creatures floated in the doorway, each about the size of a plush toy. They all resembled animals, and had small wings on thier backs. One of them was rabbitlike, and was holding the hand of a smaller one, who was catlike. The third one was doglike, and had been the one to yell at the demon.
The wings reminded her of the dream…
She shook her head, this was no time to think about that, she could escape now while Selenium was distracted! She began shifting to the side in order to sneak towards the door, when a voice like venom cut through the silence.
"Kill them with the girl."
The demon began charging towards the creatures, who rushed towards her and backed themselves into a corner of the gym.
The rabbit one hesitantly let go of the cat one's hand, before turning back towards the demon and summoning an azure shield, which seemed to protect them from it's attacks.
"Hurry Alan!" she called back to the doglike one, "I can't keep this up for- for long!"
The creature, Alan, nodded before turning back towards Alison. A symbol on his forehead, that of a four-point star, glowed, and a strange feeling seemed to encapsulate her. It was reminiscence from- she could've sworn she felt something similar during her dream, but you couldn't feel things in dreams, could you?
The symbol stopped glowing, and the feeling subsided, "She's one of them, no mistaking it."
"Then get on with it!" the rabbit yelled, but a million questions were swirling through Alison's head. What was she? What were they? And now that she had a good second to think about it, what the heck was going on?!
But her internal questions remained unanswered, as Alan pulled an object out of a small bag slung around his body.
It was diamond shaped, and had an ornate design, with a groove suggesting that something was supposed to be placed there. The second he held it close to her, a warm feeling seemed to fill her being, one so familiar yet so far away.
A small object formed before her, inches away from the diamond-shaped thing, now suspended in the air. Light began to surround her, and It took her a second to realise the light was coming from her.
It took form and it was…
A small charm, with wings like a fairy's.
It was the butterfly from her dream.
Her dream, it was real?
"NO! KILL THEM RIGHT NOW! KILL THEM! KILL THEM!" Selenium screamed, suddenly in an enraged panic. The soul demon mightily punched the barrier, damaging it badly.
"Hurry!" the rabbit squealed.
Alan turned towards her, determination in his eyes, "Just say, 'Precure shining power.'"
"W-what? what does that even mean, and what good will it do?!"
"I don't have time to explain, just hurry!"
She looked at the diamond shaped object, and the charm, just waiting to be united. She had to do this, didn't she? Feeling utterly stupid, she muttered just above a whisper, "Precure shining power."
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Suddenly, the area all around Alison erupted in pink light. She couldn't see the creatures, nor the demon or Selenium. It seemed like they'd disappeared completely amongst the magic that now surrounded her.
She looked down, and realized that she was wearing the same glowing pink dress from her dream, but with the diamond shaped thing, now attached to the wing charm, hovering just above her chest.
The charm slowly grew closer, and as it did, her dress erupted and changed in a flurry of sparkles, until when it touched her clothes it was not a shining dress, but rather the center of an elegant bow.
The sparkles began scattering, revealing that she was wearing a pink dress with a light brown vest that made her look surprisingly royal.
Her hair, which had become tinted with pink, was being held up in a ponytail by a small golden crown, that rested in the center of a long ribbon.
Her dirt-colored eyes had turned the color of bright copper, and as she looked down upon herself, she could barely fathom that it was in fact herself that she was looking at.
The sparkles, which had previously been floating around the space, now gathered at the base of her back, forming four wings. Two of which fluttered slightly, and two of which hung limply, like ribbons.
Finally, The flapping wings shrank down until they were as small as the ribbon adorned on her chest, and grew still.
Suddenly, the strange lights which surrounded her began to disappear, and the real world began coming back into clarity.
She felt words bubble up from her throat, and movements so natural it was if she had done them a thousand times.
"The fairy of royalty and crystalline emotions," she yelled, small jewels escaping her hand.
"Cure Heiress!"