Alison

On the sunny day of the 24th of June, when the rest of the world was quiet as a mouse, the ancient, calm, and hidden civilization of Hierata was buzzing with gossip. The word had spread as fast as a contagious disease would. All the magic screens were plastered with the very same headline. Queen Amethyst, the adored royal, had just given life to a perfectly carved daughter who she had named Alison. She was slightly more adorable than the rest, with a cuter, warmer, and softer face and sparkling hazel eyes. She was missing the huge hideous warts that most of the giants had and she seemed much smaller than any other giant. This was most likely because she was a royal. Alison was abnormally perfect. The dark town in the sky, the dwelling to hundreds of thousands of diamonds, were twinkling in talk. Coming to Hierata at a time like this would give you a sense of how beautiful the world really was as well as an unexplainable feeling of one.
Now it was Alison’s 15th birthday and she was still in class! She was playing with one of her multiple golden curls and she was very bored. ‘My teacher looks like a dragon!’ she thought in her whirring mind while sitting in her friend Claudette’s oversized hand. All giants were humongous but her. This is when it occurred in her head that she hadn’t listened to a word that dragon, as she thought of him, was saying. She began to tune in. ‘As I was telling you just now,’ he began with his ear-shattering voice, ‘small giants aren’t giants but regulars.’ His gaze was fixed on Alison, doubting whether he should say it or not. ‘And regulars in the giant world are killed unless they have Azura’s, Red Diamond.’ Alison’s eyes became tiny. As tiny as her compared to a giant.
Alison used the time for her beauty sleep worrying about how she could get away from the giants. She was probably just some adopted regular. Were regulars made of clay? Were they ruder than giants? Would she have to change to fit in? All would be answered later. Still, in her loose pink nightgown, she got out of her waterbed and wandered down the stairs, eyes drooping. She walked forward, carrying her fairy floss pink bag that contained a dress with matching heels and jewelry she thought could be worn after she crossed the border. When she reached the ground, she realised this was the first time she wasn’t continuously stopping to sniff the fragrant, fruity smells of the colorful, exotic flowers lighting up the stone path. As her legs moved onwards, her foggy mind was beginning to clear up. A thought entered her head. Wouldn’t the border gate be closed? She strode onwards, ignoring the thought, almost trying to run from it, but she couldn’t hide from it. Deep inside she was clenching up, fearing it was true. When she reached the gates, Claudette stood in front of her, blocking the already closed gates, as if Alison’s presence would magically open the gates (FYI it wouldn’t) but she ignored this because it wasn’t new information that Claudette was as intelligent as a brainless mosquito. Claudette’s warty face had an unfitting smug smile plastered onn it. It resembled a black thundercloud that looked deformed. Only a frown looked good on Courtney and even that looked bad. Why was she looking so … sly? Alison began to suspect that her ‘best friend’ (who also took on the role of a servant) knew where she was going. She observed that the golden flower in the sky had begun to bloom. Maybe she hadn’t woken up early enough. Unsuspectingly, a swarm of giants jumped and crowded around her. She was completely surrounded. This couldn’t be her tragic end. But was it? ‘Hello Ali,’ Claudette said mockingly. ‘Going places?’
Alison held the bars tightly as she sunk into the dirty rock corner. As much as she wanted to yell for help, it would be as useful as telling Claudette to keep a secret. She kept quiet when her eyes filled up to the point that water ran down her dirty, injured, now very fragile cheeks. Her head was buried in her knees. Clomp, clomp. There was the familiar sound of heavy feet being dragged across the rocky floors of Hierata that weren’t already built on. Alison lifted up her tear-stained face expecting to see a stone-faced guard with a huge knife in his hand. Her jaw dropped like her jawbone didn’t exist when she saw a dragon. She continued to stare in shock until the dragon said, ‘Stop staring at your dear old teacher. Anyway, I’m here to help you. Take this!’ He held up a diamond that was blood­red in front of Alison’s brown eyes that just turned into twinkling stars. ‘I’m not making the same mistake twice.’
When the guard she expected ever so long ago decided to show up, she held up Azura’s Red Diamond in her palms, with a wide smile. The guard, who still remained huge to her, after all, he was still a giant, felt heavily overshadowed by Alison and therefore let her go. Rather than speaking, she gave him a grateful, heartfelt bark just like any other human would and returned to the luxuriously complicated life of a royal. And where is she now? Next time you see her, don’t call her Princess Alison, but Queen Alison, the human royal.