When destiny calls one to action,
They must take up the call,
Even if they are still lost,
To the chains of shattered memories.
Deep within the musty caves of the Mewni Mountains, lies a hidden shrine. One that many feared a hundred years ago. It held magical healing ability, one that many Mewmans and Monsters feared alike. But it still was used, regardless of what it…
Open your eyes…
A soft, powerful voice echoed through a young man's head. He tried tossing and turning, feeling the strength in his limbs once more. Sitting upright, the young man saw the golden water around him slowly drain, as if he was in a bath of some kind. Brown eyes looking around in confused wonder, he got out of the tub-bath-thing and studied his surroundings.
"Where am I?" He asked aloud, fingers slowly brushing against the ancient walls surrounding him. A faint flash of light made him groan in pain, falling one knee as he felt his head nearly explode.
Marco…
"Star?" Marco uttered, but he didn't know who that named belonged to. Was it the voice speaking to him right now? Did she put him in this cave? "W-Who are you? Who… Am I?" The voice didn't respond, making Marco beyond confused. Standing still half-naked not helping matters, Marco took a deep breath and hugged himself, walking around the cave to find a way out.
To his surprise and relief, a red hooded-cape with a matching outfit awaited him. Quickly throwing everything on to ward off the chill coating his person, he sighed in relief his garments offered him. Basic grey long sleeve shirt and black pants matched a pair of brown boots coating his shivering feet. What made Marco smile though, was the red hooded cape hanging off his back. Brushing his fingers over the fabric, he felt… Right, wearing it.
You always looked dashing in it…
A hint of red graced his cheeks, hearing Star speak to him again. Was she his partner? The name felt important…
I can't talk anymore, but get out of there, soon…
Not arguing with the only thing helping him, Marco dashed out of the room and saw odder glowing structures. Various marks of red moons, small sage-like people and even strange text he somehow understood coated his surroundings. Stopping at a pedestal though, Marco noticed a small tablet-looking device. Walking toward it, he picked it up off the pedestal, reading the inscription on the back.
"Marco, this was something Master Glossyarck gave me. Something to… I guess control my magic, which is a joke of itself. I only mastered it after…" Marco's chest hurt reading this, though he pressed on. "You simply hold the grip and channel your thoughts into it. Just know that only a few ruins, as Glossyarck calls them, are on here. Not sure if they work still but please, be careful. I don't know how long you are going to be out."
More questions rattled through his mind, but seeing that this person cared so much about him, he simply latched the tablet on his belt. Seeing a few boulders before him, Marco looked at his hands and clenched them a few times. Nodding to himself, he started climbing… With odd ease. Maybe he was a climber before going to sleep? Marco didn't question anything further, using his lanet skills to climb upward, finding some light ahead. Running toward the light, it revealed the vast land of Mewni.
Looking over the nearby cliff, he saw nearly the entire world. Mountains coated with lava, vast plans of grass painted with flowers of all kinds, even a massive castle in the distance. He reached his hand out, finally noticing an odd accessory on his finger. A small ring, with a blood red moon in the center of it. He tried taking it off… But it wouldn't budge. Figuring this Star person gave it to him, he didn't think much of it. Maybe this is a clue of some kind?
Something tossed in his direction made him instinctually roll away however, seeing a small goblin-type creature. It's red skin and soulless eyes made him gulp, but clenching his fists, a surge of surprise confidence came over him. Picking up the nearest tree branch near the cliff, he ran towards the creature and made a few careful jabs. They hit the creature, making it stager in place. Making a pleased smirk, Marco continued his attack… Only for his weapon to snap in half. The goblin laughed at Marco as if mocking him. "I still got my fists." Marco landed a few careful punches… Shocked at how much better he was doing. Landing a careful chop, the creature vanished in a puff of smoke.
The two other nearby red Goblins looked at each other before running off in fear. "Serves you right! I just woke up, so give me a break!" Marco shouted at them, groaning at how tired he suddenly became. Spotting an apple tree, Marco walked toward that and climbed up to get a few of the lovely fruits. Having a handful of the apples in his arms, he spotted a nearby campfire, with a hooded old man of some kind prodding the flames. "Excuse me?" Marco asked, walking toward the man. "Mind if I sit here for a moment? Want to rest."
"Of course, dear boy!" The man boastfully shouted, causing Marco to smile at the man's friendliness. Sitting on the log across him, Marco took in the man's features as he was roughly chewing on some chicken. He was short, even smaller than Marco himself. But his tired, near war-torn blue eyes, told Marco his true age. He would comment on that but seeing his near bear-sized arms and legs told him to remain silent. Munching on his apple, Marco let himself get lost in thought, trying to piece together his situation. "I say, haven't seen anyone come out of that cave. Your home, chap?"
"Oh! Uh… No, I don't think so." Marco put his apple down, looking into the fire. "I woke up in there a few minutes ago, with someone named Star calling out to me." Marco was focused on the fire, not noticing the man stiffed at the girls name being dropped. "Coming out of some… Golden water of some kind, I left that cave and… Killed a goblin." Marco looked at the man, having a confused expression. "Where… Are we?"
"Lad… You…" He wanted to say something, but looked away, letting out a deep breath before patting his knees. "Come, I'll explain." The man stood up, giving Marco a sideways glance. "Name's River."
Marco stood up, putting the remaining apples in his pocket and holding out his hand. "Marco. Thanks for helping me here. Don't know where I should go honestly…" River shook his hand and the two walked across the vast planes of endless grass and plant life before them. River lugged his heavy chopping ax, walking a few paces ahead of Marco.
"This is the Mewni Wilderness, part of the Mewni Kingdom," River started, his voice teetering between joyful and somber. "Long ago, this was a prideful kingdom, with its king and queen ruling with a loving hand. Well, heard stories of the Queen putting her King in line a few times, but don't tell anyone that." Marco rolled his eyes, smiling at the story. "It also had a princess and royal knight, but their fates were unsaid after the Calamity struck."
"Calamity?" Marco asked in confusion, though his hands instinctually clenched into balled fists. He had a feeling this 'Calamity' caused a lot of problems for him in his past life.
"Yes boy, what a dreadful thing that was…." River continued, jabbing the ax's hilt into the ground and looking toward the Castle, far into the distance. Marco stood next to him, seeing… Oddly enough, a single tear coming down River's cheek. "The kingdom didn't know how to fight it, aside from the chosen two confronting the vile creature."
"No armies? Just two people?" Marco asked, nearly scoffing at the idea. "That sounds ridiculous." Looking at River, he saw a look that nearly nailed him into the ground. "B-But maybe there was a good reason, r-right?"
River looked away, thin line across his lips. "I suppose so, boy." River didn't say anything else, just walking ahead with Marco following nervously. The duo careful walked through the grasslands, with River stopping near a pile of flowers. "Marco, pick up some of these." Complying, Marco followed his instruction. "Now, hold out that tablet thing of yours. If the legends are true…"
Marco held out the tablet near the flowers and they suddenly vanished. "W-What?!" Marco shouted, looking all over for the flowers. River simply patted Marco's back, pointing to the screen. "They are inside it now? How do we use them to cook or make tonics?"
"Ah, so you have the wild adventure in you after all. And you can't remember anything, ha!" River slapped Marco on the back, nearly making him fall into the pile of grass. "You simply tap the screen to use whatever you stored. Just keep in mind, not sure how much you can keep in there…"
"Thanks…" Marco grumbled, latching the tablet on to his belt again. "What's this thing called anyway? You said there are legends surrounding it?"
"Ah yes, the Dimensional Slate." Marco's eyebrow quirked up in interest. "Years ago, the people of this land used devices like that to store various items, food and even travel! They were unable to use the devices innate magic, but the princess tried using it."
"Huh…" Marco rubbed his chin, looking at the back of the slate, re-reading Star's message to him. His head suddenly felt like hammers were banging it, falling on both knees and screaming in pain.
"Marco! What's wrong?" River asked worriedly but backed away when he saw tears coming down Marco's cheeks. His mind was…
Marco stood in the castle throne room, his eyes locked on the blond princess before him. Radiant blond hair, flowing like a golden sea. Her blue eyes looking right at his brown, having… No warmth in them at all. Remembering his squire training with Lavabo, something his father encouraged him to take seriously, he stood still like a royal guard. But it wasn't helped by the Master Sword's weight on his back.
"Now, today marks the first day as my daughter's royal protector." River stated, his eyes looking at Star. He nudged his eyes toward Marco as if silently telling her to give the boy a chance. Star just folded her gloved arms and narrowed her blue eyes. "Sweetie, you know why…"
"Yeah, one day a boy will yank a 'magical' sword from the ground and after that day, he watches over the princess of Mewni. How riveting." The princess spat.
"I promise, do my very best protecting you," Marco bowed, going one knee and hoping, praying to the gods, he doesn't make a fool of himself. She already hates me and I literally walked in the door. But she just formed a thin line on her lips and walked off. "...Sir?" River looked at Marco, encouraging him to continue. "...Should I put the sword back and go home?"
"My boy, already with the jokes!" River laughed boastfully, with Marco making a nervous laugh himself. "She will warm up to you, all in due time. Now, you are aware of the weight on your back?"
"The sword is a bit heavy, sir," Marco replied honestly, but he was aware of the double meaning. I've read about the legends. Something bad is coming, isn't it? As if reading his mind, River put both hands on Marco's shoulders. His face looked… Tired, with a twinge of guilt mixed within it.
"I never wanted this to happen, much less to such a boy like yourself," River started with Marco's eyes locked on his boots. "But… Fate chooses you… And my daughter…" River sighed, fixing the crown on his head. "Keep watch over my daughter and train. You will meet the other champions soon enough."
"Champions?" Marco asked, but the king already was dismissed, leaving Marco alone in the throne room. Seeing a flight of stairs to the Princess's chambers, he sighed, walking up them to meet his 'best friend' for the next god knows how long. Making his way through a few flights of stairs, Marco found the door to… Star? That was her name? Didn't even give me her name… How thoughtful. Marco frowned, though he figured it was his lack of social skills that lead to Star hating him already. Not the catch of the town back home either, so… Sighing at himself, Marco knocked on her door… But it slowly opened. "Princess? May I enter?"
"No, you may not." She replied. Alright then. Marco stood in place and waited by her doorframe, standing guard instead. Star looked at him blankly, holding back a smile. "Fine, come in. You look stiff as a board."
"Thanks…" Marco mumbled, standing before the princess. "Um… We are going to work together for a while, it seems." Star dumbly nodded and said nothing. "Did I do something wrong? I just meet you and you seem on edge."
"Oh, just trying to do my duty but can't do it," She sat on her bed, folding her arms together. "Something you wouldn't understand, considering that thing on your back." Marco shifted in place, taking a deep breath. Doesn't Star get he left things behind? How he has a family back home? Even some friends? Ignoring the anger bubbling up inside him, he coughed collecting his thoughts.
"I didn't ask for this, or to be your protector," Marco took the Master Sword out, looking at his reflection in the blade's steel. "But I am, so regardless if you hate me or not, I'm not backing down from my job." Marco put the blade away, folding his arms. "Are we going to get along, or is this just…"
"It's business and you will treat me with respect," Star turned around, not looking at his annoyed brown eyes. Stuck up, pompous… Marco simply bit his tongue, walking out of the room and slamming the door shut. "What are you doing?"
"My job," Marco said harshly, standing by the door and holding out his sword, hand nearly turning white holding its hilt. If she wants it to be like that, then so be it.
Marco took some deep breaths, trying to compose himself. "Y-You were the king?" Marco asked in between breaths, with River looking away from Marco. "And Star is your… And I was…"
"You are remembering?" River asked cautiously, like disarming a bomb. Marco looked at the castle, anger bubbling up inside him. So… She was like that, huh. He was being called to do his job again. No wonder River was conveniently waiting outside that cave for him.
"...I think I got it from here." Marco said hastily, getting up and fixing himself. Before River could stop him, Marco ran into the trees in the distance, trying to find anything. Something. To keep himself from going mad. He could even faintly hear Star's voice rattling through his head as if trying to explain things to him. But he blocked it out, doing deeper into the sea of trees.
Not bothering to look back, Marco simply used his free-hand to wield his slate, using it as a make shield until he could find a proper one. Was it right to just ditch River like that? Marco pondered, walking slowly through the field of trees. For all he knew, River would have explained things further… Shaking off the thought, Marco focused on his surroundings, like the various trees around him in this forest. He couldn't help but admire how sturdy the woodwork was. Maybe Mewni Pine Oak? He made a mental note to chope some down for later, maybe to make a fire or something. Marco paused though, seeing a shivering… Dragon? It looked like one, scales noticeable and tail long as could be. Marco kelt down, somewhat crawling closer to the creature. It's grey scales matched its slitted eyes. But they don't look soulless, like the monsters earlier…
"Hey, I'm Marco," He started, holding out his hand. The dragon squinted its eyes, blinking a few times before it's expression grew warmer. Moving closer to him using its wheeled feet, the dragon started cooing, rubbing its head against Marco's hand. "Aww, nice to see you too. Look, I got a few apples." Marco tapped the slate, making one appear out of thin air. Gesturing the creature to take a nibble, the dragon ate the entire thing in one go. Marco rubbed the dragon's chin, noticing it had a collar. "Who's your owner?" Reading it's tag, stating '667', Marco simply rubbed his chin.
I do need to get around here… Marco seriously thought, noting how walking on foot everywhere would be a problem at some point. More so with how the weather could act up… Seemingly reading his thoughts, the dragon slowly rode away from him, it's head gesturing Marco to follow. The dragon and Marco walked through the sea of trees as the warm sunlight faded away into midnight blues. Feeling the air chill, Marco hugged himself, trying to stay warm. He noted to get a few sets of clothing whenever he could get some money.
The dragon made a faint growl, pointing its head forward like a hunting hound. Marco saw a little hovel, a few tree branchings over a fire pit and a few rocks. Good girl. Marco scratched the dragon's chin and sat on the rock, letting the warm fires soothe his cold body. The dragon was, not surprisingly to Marco, very warm. Maybe their internal flames allow them to deal with the temperature better.
He paused, rubbing his chin once more. "How come I'm more aware of things now… Is it because I have a few of my memories back?" He looked toward the dragon, who simply just cooed as she rested her large head on Marco's lap. "I guess we can worry about this tomorrow, it's getting late." Marco closed his eyes, letting the soft embers guide him to sleep, his mind going to...
Marco was walking through a small village, Master Sword firmly on his back. The object continued to weigh on him, having a hard time fixing its strap. This scabbard is too old… Marco thought, wondering why his father gave him this to hold the legendary blade. Marco shrugged his shoulders, figuring it's from how he literally found it in the Lost Woods of the Mewni Wilderlands. All kinds of strange magic there…
"You're walking too slow." Marco groaned inwardly, an annoying voice reminding him why he was in Castle Town again. His brown eyes studied the annoying princess he was tasked watching over. Feeling his annoyed gaze. "I don't like you either champ, so it's mutual."
"Duly noted, your highness," Marco scoffed, folding his arms as the duo walked through the clustered town. Even with his sour mood, Marco couldn't help but smile at the children playing and various species, both Mewman and Monster mingling together. Reminds me of home… He made a note to write to his parents and give wishes to Buff Frog about his kids. "Still fiddling with your teacher's gift?"
"Yes, oh legendary hero." Star spat out, tapping the screen and trying to take a few pictures of the nearby shops. "If I'm going to use this to master magic, might as well take advantage of the time off dad gave me." Marco walked closer to Star, trying to see what she was doing. He saw a picture of a little girl eating an apple and feeding the nearby baby dragoncycles. She cooed at the sight, making Marco smirk in amusement. So she can be a normal person sometimes. Noticing Marco studying her, Star raised an eyebrow. Marco simply drifted his attention elsewhere, Star replying with a shrug and walking ahead. Marco followed, going into his usual routine; the Princess does something, he follows. She breaks something, he fixes it. She yells at him, he clams up to avoid the king kicking him out. Marco clearly didn't mind this, loving the past two weeks of hell… No, things could be much worse, if the rumors of the Calamity are right.
He gave Star another glance, his face turning a shade of red. His fellow squires commenting on how beautiful the Mewni Princess was weren't wrong. Didn't help that her blue tunic and black pants fit nicely on… Focus, she hates you, you hate her. End of discussion Diaz. Marco sighed at his stupid thoughts and tried to focus on his job. And that involved making sure she didn't punch one of her own guards. He grabbed her wrist before she could land the blow, earning a scathing look. "What's going on?" Marco asked harshly, both to Star and the knight towering above the monster child crying with a torn-up doll in her arms.
"This idiot was going to hurt this child!" Star yelled at Marco, letting go of Star and trying to read the room. Various town's people huddled around them, watching the apparent scene. The guard simply rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to stay calm. "The law dictates we don't harm a citizen of Mewni unless they did something wrong." She turned to Marco, having an oddly kind expression.
"This thing attacked my baby girl!" The old woman shouted, pointing her crusty finger at the crying monster child. "It's just another example of the calamity infecting us all!" Marco simply walked between the child and the Mewman, holding his hands out. This is stupid.
"Look, there is no evidence of the calamity anywhere on Mewni yet," Marco started, but the woman scoffed, simply pointing to Marco's blade on his back. "...So what, I can use the Legendary Blade of Evils Bane? Doesn't mean we are in trouble. Just means I was chosen to use it, just like our Princess is fated to master the mystic arts." Marco folded his arms, narrowing his eyes. "Besides, the Princess ordered you, your child and this knight. Clearly, this is all just a simple misunderstanding." Marco turned toward Star, giving a respectful bow. "Isn't that right, Princess Star?"
Star blinked, mouth agape for a hot second. She quickly collected herself and spoke in her 'regal' tone. "T-That is correct, my knight. Everyone, go back to what you were doing prior." Everyone simply went back to what they were doing, aside from the woman having a nasty glare at the Princess and her knight. The knight that apparently started the mess only bowed in disgrace and walked off, resuming his post. Star walked toward the monster girl, holding out her hand and giving a small smile. "Let me see your toy, okay sweetie?" Star said gently, the monster girl passing her doll to Star. She tapped the slate a few times, taking out a needle and thread, stitching up the torn-up doll. "See, good as new!" The girl giggled and hugged Star's leg, the princess simply patting her head in response.
"Thank you!" The girl shouted as she ran back to her mother, a lizard-Mewman hybrid. Star and Marco walked out of the city, figuring they could escape the looks they were getting. Now at the castle bridge, Star walked over to the ledge, leading her arms over it. Sighing tiredly, Marco cautiously walked toward her.
"...This never changes, the Monsters and Mewmans not getting along." Star said in melancholy, with Marco looking into the distance. "It's not like other races on Mewni aren't that different from Monsters. The Lucitors are demon-like while the Pony's are literal horse people. I mean, they look like Monsters, but aren't called that."
"Back home…" Marco started, standing next to Star and getting her blue eyes to look into his brown ones. "My town of Creek Village has a monster family that used to live near the castle." Marco smiled, remembering the sword lessons he learned from Buff Frog. "He was a frog-man, having a lot of kids. His wife passed away, so my family and I helped him out from time to time." Star's blue eyes sparked with interest, making Marco see… She really does care. He looked away from her and smiled. "It's nice to know that my future queen will help everyone, not just her people."
"Marco…" Star breathed, with his body shivering at how nice that sounded. Woah, those trees over there look great! Marco desperately thought to keep his mind from wandering elsewhere. "...Thank you."
"Should we head back to the castle? Or you want to explore a bit?" Marco asked, a faint smirk forming. "We can practice with your sword skills, you need to learn them anyway." Star rolled her eyes and lightly pushed Marco in jest.
"I thought that was your job?" She teased with Marco sighing to himself. At least she's being nicer to me.
The warmth of Mewni sunlight peaked through the trees, it's small rays hitting Marco's cheeks. That was some dream… Marco thought as he woke up, stretching his limps but raised an eyebrow at the dragoncycle nowhere in sight. "Nachos, you here girl?" Marco whistled, not bothering to question why he named it that. To his surprise, the dragon nearly tackled into Marco, using its massive jaw to grip his shirt and drive off. Marco instinctively flipped onto her back, gripping Nacho's horns and revving them up. His eyes darted behind, seeing…
"What the hell is that thing?!" Marco said exasperatedly, seeing a spider-like mechanical creature stalk toward him. It was glowing purples and blues, having a single red eye that locked on every moment Marco was making. "Let's go Nachos!" Marco gripped her horns, the dragoncycle complying and driving even faster. Her wheeled feet ripping chunks of grass and dirt as they raced around the forest, the local wildlife scurrying away from the racket currently happening.
The mechanical beast made a faint ticking sound, it's single eye glowing ethereal blue. Marco felt his mind scream run and that's exactly what he did, making Nacho's drift behind a tree. A powerful blast of blue magic struck where they were prior, leaving nothing but pure ash. We're done for… Marco covered his face, trying to think of something to take down the creature. He looked at his slate, tapping it frantically, hoping a weapon of some kind was stored within it. He found, only a basic bow and odd-looking arrow. "Girl, I know it's scary out there." Marco gently scratched Nacho's chin to calm her down, the poor thing shaking like a leaf. "But if we don't take care of Cyclops, it will keep following us. Do you trust me?" Marco asked softly, with the dragoncycle making a huff, it's snout seemingly grinning. Marco mouthed a 'thank you', driving around the mechanical beast once more.
Carefully avoiding various laser blasts, Marco equips the bow and arrow, trying to find the ideal place to aim his shot. Despite the intense noise and frantic destruction, Marco's focus was firmly on the creature.
You can do this…
He heard Star reach out to him again, an odd surge of confidence flowing through him. "Now!" Marco jumped off of Nachos, feeling time itself freezing around him. Taking aim, Marco carefully shoots the blue arrow into the creature, a surge of magic oozing out of the arrow. Blues and Yellows nearly painted the atmosphere as the arrow collided with the creature, Marco slowly landing back on Nachos and the duo driving away from the loud explosion. Stopping a few feet away, Marco saw a pile of parts and the remains of the arrow he just used. Going back to the scene, Marco kelt down and took out his slate, using it's seemingly infinite storage to scavenge whatever the creature left behind.
"Guardian defeated, slate 10% restored." The device suddenly uttered, making Marco nearly jump. T-This thing can speak? Well, I'll be… "Remote Bombs Restored." Marco saw a new icon appear before the slate, having the image of two kinds of bombs. Smiling at getting this surprising tool, he continued storing objects into the slate before putting it back on his belt. Standing up, he saw the castle in the distance, an odd longing in his chest acting up.
"Nachos, mind if we pay a visit to a friend?" Marco asked his trusty steed, with the Dragoncycle giving a mighty roar. Marco hopped on her back and the duo raced back to where River was camped. Hope he's willing to talk to me again. Driving across the landscape was a lot more enjoyable than walking everywhere, with Marco giving a thankful pat to Nacho's head. He did wonder though, where did she come from? More importantly, how did she survive the many years in the wild without him?
My memory is piecing itself back together… Marco figured his grip on Nacho's horns firm. There were still many holes in his head, specifically about this Star person and about why Mewni turned into what it is today. I need to find out what happened to Star. Marco decided, putting aside his confusion on what she was to him. Finding a familiar campsite after a few minutes of traveling, River stood up, having a knowing smile on his face. "Ah, seems you found your steed lad."
"Nachos is a great girl," Marco scratched her chin as he dismounted. "We took down a… Guardian was it?" Marco took out the magical arrow, not just a broken one, to show River. The man took it, his eyes narrowing. "Star put a bow and arrow in the slate before… I don't know. Can you explain to me what happened?" Marco sat down on a rock near the fire, with River sitting across from him. Nachos just stayed on guard, resting near the fire but keeping some distance.
"She's… Keeping the calamity at bay. To this day." Marco shot up, his hand reaching for a sword he did not have. River made a weak smile. "Boy, so much as changed, yet so little has as well." Marco sheepishly sat back down, fighting down the blush threatening to form on his cheeks. "She awakened her magic, but has been using it to fight Calamity Toffee for nearly 100 years."
"Y-You said, 100 Years. Right?" Marco breathed, trying not to laugh at this clear joke. River's downcast face said otherwise, however, causing Marco to cover his face in shame. "I was sleeping for 100 years, as Star was fighting. What kind of knight am I?"
"Marco, you died, that's why you were sleeping." Marco uncovered his face, realization coming over him. "...You and the other guardians, we were able to get them away from their Divine Beasts, but sadly their resurrection shrines are sealed by the calamity."
"I thought there were only one of those things?" Marco pointed to his cave, the one he got out of yesterday. River rubbed his long grey beard, seemingly lost in thought. "Then again, I literally only know fragments of the old world, so I dunno."
"It's fine boy, just focus on your mission," Marco leaned forward, figuring what his king is going to ask next. "Find my daughter and get her out of that castle. Please. While you are far from ready… Please, do so when you can."
"What about my memories? Would they help me find her?" Marco asked back, with River nodding, holding out his hand. Marco passed him the slate, the king brushing his fingers over it. The king groaned in annoyance using it, causing Marco to make an odd nostalgic chuckle. Passing it back to him, Marco looked at the screen and he saw static images scattered about. "Pictures? My last memory of her, she did like taking them…"
"Explore the land and find these locations. Pretty sure that old coot is in Pie Village." Marco raised an eyebrow. "Oh, let me mark it on your…" River looked at the slate again, having a frown on his face. "This blasted thing is broken!"
Looking at the slate, Marco simply saw static where a map should be. His eyes looked around the Mewni Wildlands, seeing a massive tower nearly breaking the heavens. "Should I climb that? I think it could fix this." Marco pointed to the slate, with River shrugging his shoulders.
"There's my chap, ready to do crazy things for my daughter," Marco made a faint smile, feeling a warmth come over him. "Go on, I will catch up. If you can fix that map, I'll give you a parting gift for your travels. You are going to need more than some slate and a dragoncycle to face Toffee!" Marco laughed, somewhat bitterly, knowing that already. He pet Nachos before mounting on her and the duo heading toward the massive tower.
Been playing Breath of the Wild and have a lot of ideas for Star fics. So why not blend the two? Hope you enjoy and hope to have the next chapter release soon.
