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[opposite event] This is a story all about how Taxon got flipped, turned upside down.

The idea, as it had been initially presented, was for citizens to experience what it was like to walk in someone else's shoes. In practice it became discovering what it was like to walk in their own shoes, if their taste in shoes were suddenly quite different from normal. The footwear still fit and was comfy, but the style was quite different.

For two weeks the prisoners of Taxon swapped their utilitarian Doc Martin's for trendy Louboutins (or vice versa) and all manner of shenanigans reigned.

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If things had been different, DG would have been fighting the wolves alongside Gwen, at the very least. She'd have snatched up a branch from the ground and wielded it like a baseball bat or fired at them with magic she couldn't fully controlled.

At the moment, however, all she could do was gasp in awe as Gwen sent one wolf tumbling backwards, then cry out in alarm when a second animal advanced.

"Behind you!" she exclaimed, almost slipping from her tree in her haste to warn her saviour.

If things had been different, Gwen would have been sitting on her ass at home, watching the action on her tablet with a serious 'you got yourself into this, stupid' attitude. But such as it was, it wasn't.

She felt claws rip at her arm, and three big strips of fabric now clung at her upper sleeve. The girl's warning saved her a gut or two, but she didn't have time to express gratitude. She and the wolf fell down to the ground, together, and the zap she gave him couldn't have been mustered a second too soon. With a heaving sigh, she lifted the creature off her and rolled over, hands pushing herself up. Boy, they were feisty.

"Don't..." (Heaving breath) "Worry. I'm..." (Another heaving breath, followed by a wolf's cry in the distance) "...Totally good." She stopped, looked at the poor woman with pity, and said, earnestly and wooden: "I hope you're alright. Do you need me to rescue you down from that tree?"

"How can I ever thank you? You saved me!"

The coast wasn't clear yet - the distant howls were growing closer by the moment - but DG scrambled down from the tree anyway. There were twigs in her hair and her dress was torn, but she was unharmed. Which was more than could be said for Gwen.

"You're hurt!" DG gasped in horror, covering her mouth with her hands for a moment before darting over. She tore a strip of material from the hem of her dress to serve as a bandage. "Here, let me help you!"

"No thanks needed. It's what I live for." Gwen dusted herself off. Her cape was torn, the letter G on her chest was barely visible, and her shoulder was bleeding, but she felt good, better than she had in a long time. She never felt more fulfilled than she did, saving another person.

"Oh, I'll be fine," she said, wincing slightly and taking just the slightest step back. It was instinct. What good was she if she were electrifying the people she was saving? For fear of offending DG, she explained, honestly: "Careful, my powers make me untouchable."

It was said with pride, with just the hint of a smile, and she reached out a bare hand. "Just drop it there. We better hurry." She shifted her attention to the howls. "We're not--"

(Some lost part of Gwen cringed)

"--out of the woods, yet."

"I'm still grateful," gushed the princess, smiling shyly and sweetly as she looked up at Gwen through her lashes. She'd never seen such strength and bravery before.

Her eyes widened at Gwen's admission, though she didn't have time to ask questions. Before she'd opened her mouth, another howl - louder than the rest, which meant that it was closer - split the night.

Obediently, she dropped the scrap of cloth.

"What should we do?" she asked, anxious but putting her faith in her new hero without a second thought.

Gwen tied the piece of cloth around and around her shoulder. It stung, but she was no stranger to pain. She accepted it, relished it; it only made her stronger.

They wouldn't both be able to outrun the wolves. And Gwen wouldn't be able to protect DG if she had to fight off the beasts on her own. No, there had to be another way.

She turned to the girl, then, resolution written on her face. There was another way. She could protect DG, but only at the risk of herself. Blue sparks flew from her hands as she summoned her strength, her power. When she spoke, her voice was firm, and some might say dramatically low. "You run. Find a safe house. Go inside. These things are mine."

"I can't just leave you," said the anxious princess, though even her mind - which was currently as fluffy as her pretty pink gown - could understand that she wasn't capable of helping and would only get in the way.

"Be careful," she implored, her eyes wide.

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[opposite event] This is a story all about how Taxon got flipped, turned upside down.

[Location: Taxon Forest]

[Location: Taxon Forest]

[Location: Taxon Forest]

[Location: Taxon Forest]

[Location: Taxon Forest]

[Location: Taxon Forest]

[Location: Taxon Forest]