A/N: Hello, hello! My name is TheWriterGirl and you may be wondering...um...actually I don't know what you may be wondering...Uh. So! I created this AU a while back and decided to share it on Fanfiction. net! I hope you all enjoy! Here it is!

Moon Butterfly was afraid, to say the least, she was rarely ever afraid though the quiver of fear roamed through her as her vision peered out of the window. Her eyes penetrated her inner worries, her slender hand sluggishly rubbed circles over her broadened stomach. Most mothers, or soon-to-be-mothers, in certain cases, would smile and giggle at the tiny kicks inside their bellies.

Though, she wasn't like them.

She glanced at the crumbling Mewnian palace from her stance near the window. She frowned, wondering what life would've been like if Mewnian Royals were allowed to enter their destined home. She saw dull yet vivid fliers flutter by her open window, withering from old age. Angry, ancient markings of the Rebellion adorned them all.

It was common knowledge, really, to know how Mewni had grown fearful of the Butterflies. They were overpowered, compared to other Magical entities, therefore the Rebellion grew against the Butterflies. On an ordinary day, if the infamous Cheek Marks were on anyone, they would be sentanced to death or hanged.

Moon subconsciously fingered her own cheeks, her Marks no longer taking refugee there due to lack of Magic. She was lucky to not truly be connected to the web of Magic inward the Universe; like her previous ancestors, or her Marks would've been glued to her since birth.

Moon's finger twitched as her touch lingered for a particularly long moment over her unborn child. She ogled her stomach and felt a tiny smile blossom on her lips. She exhaled with a tremor and guided herself to a chair, plopping herself down and looking sideways at the window.

She didn't quite register the time passing as the door to her home creaked open. A short, broad blond man clambered through the entrance carrying a large mallet. His blue eyes widened at her crestfallen expression, quickly bustling over to her.

"Moon, dear, is anything the matter?" He asked, concern swam on his bearded face.

Moon peered up at him and was silent for a slight second. "I'm...worried, River." She gazed at her large stomach, her brows knitting in deep fraught. "I...I don't want to lose him or her. What if...what if they're born with the Marks?" She whispered, her face deathly white.

River's expression softened, "Moon, m'dear, no one has been born with them since your ancestor, Eclipsa. Chances are, she or he will be fine." He spared her a reassuring and warming smile.

Moon gave him a quick peck on the cheek, he grinned goofily and went to store his mallet away. She owlishly watched him go, only to return her stare at the crumbling Mewnian castle in the distance. Her lips shifted to a pinched frown while she stood to her feet. Slowly, she brought the parted curtains together to block the palace out of view.

"I...needn't worry. My child will be fine."

Though, as the day of the child's birth came and went, Moon found herself tiredly ogling the ceeling to her room. Rough blankets were sprewn across her, sweat trickled from her forehead as the medic came with her baby. With not much of a word, he smiled and left the room.

Moon saw her husband creep in not a minute later. He excitedly ran toward the bed and together the two glanced at the child.

She was the smallest little thing, with a sprout of bright blonde hair. Her tiny hands were balled into fists and she murmured incomprehensible babbles as her face twisted in a frown. She cutely punched the air as if she were fighting.

"Looks like she'll be like her old man. Fighting runs in the family." River announced quietly, his eyes prideful. Moon smiled at him and dipped her gaze toward her daughter, the bright yellow hair sparking a name for her.

"May we call her Star? I feel like it'll very well suit her." She told River who mulled over the moniker with pursed lips. He grinned at her after his thoughts cleared, "Of course. She'll be a bright ball of energy." He joked, smilingly.

Moon chuckled and eyed Star who looked to be in great discomfort. Her eyebrows bumped together as Star began to cry, her features converted in pain. River's smile fell impressively, "What's wrong with my little warrior?" He instantly questioned.

Moon didn't provide an answer as she struggled to sit up, succeeding not much later; she began to rock the girl back and forth. Her worrisome eyes became expressionless as small markings began to take shape on Star's cheeks.

River and Moon exchanged a stunned look as Star ceased her crying, a content smile toying on her round face as her Marks showed themselves to be nothing more than pink Hearts. A tense silence tickled the air as the elders stared at one another.

"She's a...a true Butterfly..." Moon croaked, her eyes wide and frightened.

River wasted no time, he jogged toward a nearby wooden drawer and rummaged through its contents. After a while, he approached Moon with glinting Dimensional Sccisors. Moon was as silent as a mouse, her arms protectively embraced Star.

"Moon." He commenced, his expression truly regretful. "We...we must send her to a Dimension where she is safe." He struggled through his words, his eyes pained. Moon glanced at her sleeping daughter, the visions of helping her grow and mature slipped from her mind.

She wished to have a daughter though...

"Where must we send her...?"

At times, love required to do things one dreaded doing.

River sliced through the air, a rippling blue portal swirled into existence. "To a place called Earth. It is a non-magic world...She...she'll be safe..."

It was at that day in which a young Hispanic couple received a knock on their door. At their doorstep, a small baby girl slept soundly in a warm set of blankets. They took her in, where the girl met their young son.