Cycle
Written by EvantheNerd83
Author's Note: I do not own Star VS the Forces of Evil. Daron Nefcy does. One-shot.
"Uh oh." Star whispered when the red cleared, exposing the results of her latest spell test. She could see it clearly.
Smoke wafted off of the corpse laying on the backyard lawn, stinging her senses with the smell of burnt bacon. Not good. Not good at all. She trembled as the heat from the wand faded. A charred black face peeled away at her and familiar eyes bore themselves into her own. Star turned away. She couldn't take the sight again.
Vomit crept up her throat as worry and horror filled her stomach. Everything was spinning.
Spinning.
Spinning.
She was in so much trouble, so much trouble, so much trouble. Her mother would ground her for eighteen centuries. The Timeout-Guy would probably encase her in his crystals again. Good Corn. What if Mr. and Mrs. Diaz came back and saw-
NoNoNoNoNoNoNo. Calm down. It's okay. Everything's going to be okay, Star.
The corpse twitched.
Star looked down at her wand, the crystal in the center was no longer red. Or green. Instead, and most interestingly, it was glowing black. Black like the body's eyes.
You've done this before. Remember? This isn't the first time you've messed up on that spell. You've burned him before. You've killed him before. And what did you do? Each and every time?
Say it with me:
Regeneration.
Reanimation.
Restoration.
She took a deep breath, pointed the wand at the charred body of her best friend, and spoke those three words for the third time that day.
"Marcoda Returnuas Instantica!"