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When Alice saw the figure standing there, her first, improbable thought, was Eliot. But, no-- that wasn’t-- it was a young woman. Younger than Alice, even, probably. She had on leather boots that went up to her thighs over leather leggings, and a long, drapey-- Renaissance Fair-style (Fillorian, she hissed inside, you know it’s Fillorian) blouse. Her thick black hair was pushed back over one shoulder and her eyes--
“Holy shit,” the girl-- woman-- said under her breath, her mouth curling into an uncanny almost-grin, as Alice stared like an idiot.
“Alice Quinn,” she said suddenly, straightening up to her full height-- taller than Alice. “I’m Quentin Coldwater’s daughter from the future,” she said, like she’d rehearsed it-- that was the easier part for Alice to focus on, the delivery. “And I need you to help me save my family.”
Or: Alice saves Queliot, and saves the world. And just maybe figures out who she's always been.
Series
- Part 2 of Save Queliot, Save the World