Zatanna Zatara found herself in a medieval European landscape. The first thing she noticed was the massive flows of Mana coursing throw the land, the air, the very heart of this world. To her side there was a sign post.
“Hsilgne ni eb,” Zatanna said.
The sign post announced the directions to different kingdoms and villages along the trails leading from the intersection.
“raeppa dlrow siht fo pam,” Zatanna muttered as she looked at the ground, “Wait these are all the kingdoms of the Brother Grimm tales the Mouse co-opted. And Agroba? Jamestown? Shit, I’m in Disney’s Princess world!”
A wicked smile crossed Zatanna’s lips.
“NWOG LLAB XETAL A SEHTOLC YM EKAM!” Zantana shouted.
Now to pick the first story to corrupt!