The two of them quickly became friends, bound together by the rare secret of their powers, odd gifts that set them apart from the rest of the world. To Circe, the bond felt genuine, a comfort in knowing she wasn't alone. To Alice, however, it was something else entirely.
Alice mirrored Circe's enthusiasm, nodding at her ideals, pretending to share her fascination with magic. But in truth, she had never once cared for helping others, nor had she devoted any thought to mastering her own abilities. What use was there in nurturing something so limited? Her power, after all, could do little more than shift objects without her hands. It was convenient, perhaps, but hardly the sort of strength that could carve her path to authority, the thing she truly desired above all.
But Circe, with her boundless curiosity, began to show Alice what their strange gifts could truly do. Slowly, almost unwillingly, Alice, who once dismissed her own ability as useless, found herself drawn in.
