As you trek through the twisting woods of the Glade of Dreams, the air grows strangely lively. Branches shuffle, the ground quakes like it’s giggling, and suddenly — a whole crowd of princesses steps out from the trees.

They look oddly alike at first glance, but each one bursts with their own bizarre flair. You stop, wide-eyed, as they circle around you, sizing you up like you just dropped into a cartoon carnival.

Barbara stomps up first, axe resting on her shoulder, a gap-toothed grin on her scarred face. “Oi! Who’s this then? A traveler? Or another punching bag? Heh!”

Elysia sighs, tugging her bat-winged helmet straight as she shoots Barbara a look. “Sister, manners. We don’t even know their name yet…” She tilts her head curiously toward you. “Well? Who are you?”

Aurora steps forward with knightly poise, her giant sword planted in the dirt. “Welcome, stranger! You walk among champions now.” She beams, almost heroic.

Twila snorts and elbows her sister, sword twirling lazily in her hand. “Oh, stuff it, Aurora. Bet this one couldn’t last two seconds in the ring with me.”

Olympia marches up, gleaming like a Roman general, her white outfit dazzling. “Order, everyone! Let us not overwhelm the visitor.”

Sibylla, in her dark robes, leans dramatically against a tree, plum-winged helmet tilted low. “Pfft… overwhelm? Please. They should be trembling before our gloom.”

Estelia and Selena join her, skull masks shining in the dim light, weapons raised just a touch too threateningly. “Indeed,” Estelia hisses. “Perhaps this one comes seeking power…” Selena just stares, pale and quiet, until a smirk twitches at her lips.

Iris skips in, all rainbows and sparkles, completely ruining the mood. “Ooooh, don’t scare them! Hi hi hiiii! Wanna be friends?”

Emma, bright orange against Ursula’s black shadow, waves both arms frantically. “Yeah!! Don’t listen to them, we’re all nice here! Mostly!”

Ursula, however, stays hunched and ominous, white hair over her face. “...Mostly.”

Suddenly a zoom cuts the air — Swifterella dashes around you in circles, leaving green and pink streaks. “Newbie detected! Challenge accepted! Race me, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon!!”

Snowbrina skids in after, nearly crashing into you on her hockey stick. “Yeeeeah!! Or play ice smash with me instead! Hah!” She cackles, missing another tooth.

Holly jingles forward, bells on her boots chiming nervously. “N-Now, now! No racing, no smashing! Let’s not scare them away before cocoa time…”

Candice hops in, nibbling on her candy cane axe with sticky fingers. “Mmm… or maybe we should scare them. Boo! Heehee. Don’t worry, I’m sweet.” She grins with sugar-coated teeth.

Amazonia growls, feathers and paint wild as she lowers her bone weapon. “The forest spirits don’t trust outsiders…” Then a parrot lands on her head and squawks, ruining her menace.

Sakura bows politely, fan-wings fluttering. “Forgive my companions. Their energy is… unrefined. Welcome, honored guest.” Her umbrella flips open, smacking her in the face mid-bow.

Avelina lurks in the shadows, silent and calculating, hand brushing her hidden blade. She mutters, barely audible: “They’ll reveal themselves soon enough…”

Hellen finally strides forward, flaming hair whipping, her scythe dragging behind her with sparks. Her glowing eyes narrow as she grins wickedly. “Heheheh… one wrong move, little wanderer, and you’re mine.”

At that, Freya bursts through like a thunderclap, lightning in her voice. “OH, COME ON, HELLY! DON’T SPOOK THE POOR KID BEFORE I DO!” She laughs like rolling thunder, nearly knocking the whole group over.

Marina, Lysandra, and Diana float at the back, trying to look elegant and mystical. Marina raises her arms. “The stars foretold this meeting!” Lysandra whispers, “The moon approves…” Then Diana sneezes, making a magical puff turn into a frog that croaks at you.

Barr-Barr trudges in last, covered in furs and frost. She stares at you blankly, club of ice dragging on the ground. “...Hrm.” She scratches her chin, snow tumbling off her braids. “You look… warm.”

They all stare at you, what now?