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“I dare you.” said Zack, nodding at the ornate throne on the other side of the roped off area.

Dane shrugged easily as he looked around the large open room of the museum. It was only sparsely populated at the moment. Their high school tour group had already moved on, “I'll do it.”

Taylor grabbed his arm, “Don't. It's stupid.”

Dane grinned at the lithe little Asian, her hair electric blue under her Wonder Woman snow cap, “Come on, Tay. When has that argument ever worked?”

With that he slipped under the rope as she ineffectually begged him to stop and Zack laughed and called him an idiot.

As he stepped up to the elaborate throne, he heard the sharp authoritative cry from a security guard but there wasn't much point in stopping now.

Atop the little dais, he turned and grinned at his friends while waving jauntily at the furious looking guard.

Then he sat down.

Your name is Dane Jericho.

You are the Emperor.

Your power is once again manifest in this world and the first place it flows is into your flesh. You grow in size, your clothing splitting. You put on muscle mass in mere seconds, thick cords of steel-like muscles bulge outward. Your shirt rips and tears apart entirely as your torso expands with the thick panes of your pecs leading the way.

The second place it flows is outward into your domain. Purple light spears out, following the lines on the tiled floor to encompass the entirety of the room. As it passes underneath a person, they stiffen like marionettes, their eyes rolling back as the purple mana suffuses them.

Your power expands outward to all of the rooms surrounding this one and all of the people within. It rushes faster with every passing second. It flashes through the entire first floor of the museum before it rushes down into the basement and up onto the second floor. Soon the entire building is your domain and still the purple light continues forth. The roof of the museum glows with your power and so does the well-kept lawns, the sculpture park, and the parking lot. The racing purple lines run along the curb of the four streets surrounding the museum grounds and the borders of your domain are drawn.

For now.

You watch your people file into your throne room.

You watch as they join those already here to prostrate themselves before you, their Emperor. They are naturally organizing themselves in order of their importance. Zack and Taylor as your friends are on their knees right before your throne along with a military colonel, a CFO of a moderately sized corporation, and a visiting diplomat. Soon enough all 183 occupants of the museum have arrived and you wait patiently as they take their proper places, abased before you.

You raise your eyebrow as one woman keeps walking past the kneeling others. She is tall and beautiful, long dark hair flowing. There is power and pride in her body language. You sit back as she steps past the five kneeling with their foreheads pressed against their hands on the ground. You feel a joyous elation as she steps right up to the foot of your throne and first bows her head, not meeting your eyes. Slowly, she falls to her knees before you.

Your hand reaches out and catches her chin. You lift her face and drink in her regal beauty.

Your power gives you a sense of who she is but you ask anyway, “Who are you?”

“I am Wonder Woman.”