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Ella was doing her best to help everyone that came her way. Most people were still in the crush at the door, desperately shoving their way out. Overwhelming panic stopped them from thinking, so her shouts fell on many deaf ears. But every person that got through the window was another person saved, and she grabbed people going past and half shoved them through. 

The immediate panic she’d felt was suppressed by something else- a burning desire to make sure as many people survived as possible. 

She spun around, deciding to be more active in her helping as she scanned the mess of people around her. Her eyes widened as she witnessed Kersten bashing the [i]completely invisible[/i] threat with a… Ella wasn’t sure what it was, but it sure didn’t look like a weapon! 

Whatever it was, the action was [i]inspirational[/i].

In the end it wasn’t the horror of what she saw that triggered something within her, but a bold desire to protect everyone. Her surroundings seemed to ripple, as if another picture was superimposed on top of it. A field filled with flowers and laughter. A vast, hot savannah teeming with life. A battlefield, thick with shouts and the smell of blood. Home- not anywhere specific, but the feeling. A place to protect. A place of joy. A place replaced with rage when it burns.

Gentle voices filled her ears, dissonant with the surrounding horrors. The flicker of people not quite there surrounded her, hazy figures in the corner of her eyes that she instinctively knew but couldn’t fully see even if she turned her head. There, but always just out of sight. 

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Huh? But she was already awake. What did they mean… Wait, was she going crazy?! 

[color=#99ff9c][i]Not that.[/i][/color] The softest voice seemed to laugh.

[color=ff984f][i]Your magic has awakened. You are an adept, the-[/i][/color]

Magic? She had magic? She was a magical girl?! Ella’s internal excitement and loud thoughts completely cut off her ancestor.

[color=#ff7360][i]There’s no time.[/i][/color]

Oh right. The monster! 

[color=ff984f][i]Your blood of three Luxal lines flows through your veins. With Orange, you can enhance and enchant. Magic becomes stronger, and objects obey your commands.[/i][/color]

[color=#99ff9c][i]With Green, you can heal and grow. Biology bends to your wishes.[/i][/color]
 
[color=#ff7360][i]With Red, you can destroy. The elements are at your fingertips.[/i][/color]

[color=ff984f][i]You know what to do.[/i][/color]

[i]She did.[/i]

[color=e77fbf]"Aurora Prism Power Make Up!"[/color] She shouted out a very uncreatively, almost entirely ripped off phrase.

One step forward. She instinctively spun on that foot, hands brushing down her body. A rainbow light sparked wherever her fingers touched, and with a dramatic flare her pink plaid skirt turned purple. Another step, and she stretched her arms up above her in a simultaneously elegant and ridiculous pose. In a flash of rainbow light, her crop top became a white leotard with a pink bow. 

[color=ff984f][i]Go forth and fight with courage.[/i][/color]

She practically jumped forward, one leg bent and arms reaching forward. Rainbow light danced down her arm, forming white gloves. As if that wasn’t shocking enough, in an act of unprecedented flexibility (for Ella), she bent backwards and pointed one leg up towards the sky. Rainbow light formed a pair of knee high pink boots, even as she stumbled out of the pose and put a heavy foot down. As she caught her balance she brushed past Kersten, one hand catching them to push them towards the window and further from the monster.

[color=99ff9c][i]Never lose the joy that you’re fighting for.[/i][/color]

Another step became a surprisingly accurate pirouette. And she just kept spinning as her previously shoulder length coily hair grew and grew until it reached her waist. The colour got more vibrant with the growth, bright pink at the top gradienting into vivid purple. As she stopped spinning she brought her hand to her head in a peace sign, a tiara forming across her forehead.

[color=ff7360][i]Channel your anger to protect those that cannot protect themselves.[/i][/color]

The final step brought her between the monster and the two escape points, slamming her Sailor Moon wand against her chest. Her stance was powerful, staring down the face of death with complete confidence.

Well maybe not complete confidence- By Sailor Moon, what was that thing?! Why was it so furry?! Why did it have such big teeth and claws- No, no, Sailor Moon didn’t run. 

[i]Magical Girl Aurora wouldn’t run.[/i]

She brandished her sailor moon wand like a sword in front of her, even though it absolutely wasn’t a sword. In fact, the spell she’d managed to cast was almost entirely superficial. Though she did feel a bit stronger. Strong enough to be emboldened again.

[color=e77fbf]"In the name of the light and all that’s good in this world, I won’t let you kill any more of my friends!"[/color]