A/N: Hello! This is TheModernApple here saying hello. I'll keep this short. Short story short, this fanfiction is for my awesome friend (and practically for me ;D). Positive (and negative) feedback is very much appreciated. No flames please. I am questioning myself if I should continue this story, but I will post the other chapters I have before going down that road. I am not ask for an opinion whether i should keep going with it just yet (I mean come on, who asks that in the INTRODUCTION of a fanfiction?). I hope you enjoy this :)
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Luna was laying on her turquoise bed sheets made of silk and cotton that were cool to the touch. White drapes hanging were like windows that separated her from the rest of her room and her dark wooden canopy bed. The dark blue pillows were set up perfectly at the head just how she liked it.
A huge book was open, and if the bed were a Queen size instead of an Extra-Large King size, it would have taken up most of the mattress. The book was thick, it could fit who knows how many dictionaries inside. The outside cover had carvings of different styles which were the symbols for the meaning "magic" in several types of tongues. Pages stuck put, with used sticky notes beginning to brown at the edges. The diversity of different foreign languages that filled the pages amazed Luna.
Her medium length brown hair was tied into a messy bun in which strands of different sizes stuck out in various places. Her bangs were among them. It wasn't the hair that was bothering her as she tried to translate Ogre on a chapter about putting iron armour on Warnicorns, though, it was the bright red light coming from her lava lamp outside.
With a sigh, she got up and went to the patio of her room to turn it off. She noticed that the lava lamp was off and raised an eyebrow. "What the...?" Looking up, she gasped to see the moon a dark red color. It reminded her of the dark shade of blood. "That's impossible," she gasped. "The next blood moon is not happening for a very long time."
The light shone on her and she studied the tan tone of her skin clashing wih the color of blood. It gave her chills that shot up her spine. Luna ran back to her bed and put on her black and white Converse. Grabbing her wand, she was once again staring at it. She wondered if her older brother, Max, noticed it. He would probably laugh about it and call it a cherry moon, not caring the slightest about how it came to be. Luna was worried; could this be bad? She could only prepare for the worst as she studied it further with her telescope. "Hm, probably Dad will know something about this," she reckoned.
Turning her heel, she was about to charge out to find her parents but before she could reach the golden doorknob that would lead her to the Living Quarters Hallway, she disappeared into red dust particles. The moon's color faded to the normal gleaming white everybody familiarized with, as if the princess of Mewni didn't just evaporate.
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The princess found herself laying on something very itchy. In an effort to relief herself of the prickly sensation, she rolled over but it made it worse. Opening her eyes, she found green little sticks shooting off the ground. It smelled like fresh picked vegetables. She almost slaps herself when she realizes it is the grass making microscopic cuts on her skin.
As she sat up, she noticed her right arm was sore. It was dark out, and black pine trees touched the sparkling stars in the night sky. "Where am I?" Holding her right arm, she stands up. She reached for her wand and felt reassured again. The thin handle covered with white straps of fabric gave comfort to her left hand.
Then she reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out a metallic phone. "Call Mother," she ordered it. It turned on and it repeated out loud her order, with a nice lady in a British accent.
"Calling Mom." A couple of Seconds passed and when the word "connected" came up on the screen, she pressed it against her ear.
"Hello?" asked a young feminine voice. Luna froze, almost dropping the phone before collecting herself and firmly holding it. "Hey I don't know you or anything but strangers are just friends I haven't met yet so what's your name? Mine is Star Butterfly. I'm a magical princess from another dimension."
Luna disconnected and stood as still as a pole. That couldn't have been her mother. Her mother would have never introduced herself as "Star Butterfly" or called herself a "princess". She is the Queen of Mewni, and is married to her father, hence Luna's last name being "Butterfly-Diaz". 'It has to be some kind of trick,' she thought. 'Mom is always pranking me. Dad never does though.'
"Calling Dad," her phone announced. Getting sick of being in this unknown location with a lot of trees surrounding her, she began to walk North.
"Hello? Er... I think you have the wrong number whoever you are... Do I know you?" The voice on the other line was not her father's. Her father had a much deeper set of voice tubes, he was not a Soprano like whoever this kid was.
Luna's cyan stars on her cheeks turned into yellow light bulbs as she got an idea. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips; teenagers thought it was hilarious to steal her parents' phone numbers and pretend to be them if soe one important needed to talk with them. With her voice confident and harsh, she said,"look kid, I have no idea who you are. Do you know who I am? I am the Princess of Mewni. My parents, the King and Queen, will find out whoever you are and why you stole their numbers." The other line hung up and Luna smiled with pride.
"Hm,"she huffed happily. "Guess I have to go to my grandparent's house." From her turquoise bag, she took out a pair of red dimensional scissors. When she tried to use them to cut the dimension, a small cut formed but mended back into the dimensional plane. Using them again, the portal opened and spread wider. "That was weird," Luna muttered before stepping in and closing it behind her.
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"Abuelo? Abuela? Guess who is visiting?" Luna called. She skipped through the living room toward the kitchen but stopped when she saw the couch. It was new and family portrait was of her grandparents looking younger with her parents as teenagers. In a high voice that was obvious she was lying (but she didn't know because unknowingly to her, she is a terrible liar) ,"You re-decorated! That is nice. Though I prefer the emerald green couch and that portrait could use another frame to compliment the table cloths on the...er...new table."
After trying not to look in disgust at the messy floor full of crumbs, she studied more of the furniture. The whole house seemed different; there were no picture frames of Sam or her. Not even her parents' wedding picture. She raced to the kitchen and the sight made her skin pale as a vampire.
"Hello!" Star Butterfly piped, jumping off her chair at the table o greet the stranger. Her sparkling blue eyes brightened as she shook Luna's hand. "My name is Star, and I'm a magical princess from another dimension! This-" she grabbed Marco, "is my best friend Marco. These wonderful people are his parents and are super nice. Who are you?"
Luna fainted, hitting the floor before Star reached out to catch her. "Star!" Marco exclaimed. "What did we tell you about strangers?" Star took no notice and squat down to shake Luna. After she knew the girl was out cold, she faced Marco.
"Come on Marco. Strangers are just friends you haven't met yet," she sang. Marco smacked his forehead at Star ignoring the huge questions hanging in the air right in front of her face.
"And it doesn't occur to you she just appeared and called out "grandma" and "grandpa"? Or that she has dimensional scissors and those little stars on her face?" Instead of the reaction Marco wanted, Star's hearts exploded with excitement as she poked the two marks on her face
"Omma gosh you are right!" she squealed. "D'you think she's from Mewni, too? I have like a thousand cousins on my dad's side."
Rafael and Angie Diaz gasp at the sight of the unconscious teenager sprawled out on the rug. "Do you know who this is, kids?" Angie asked, kneeling down to check her pulse.
"No," Marco answered. "Star doesn't know her either." Rafael picked up the girl bridal style and set her down on the couch. Angie sighed as she covered her with a blanket.
Rafael, after seeing his wife nod at him, decided,"she will stay with us until she wakes up."
Angie stood near Rafael, "yes. But gently. Do not drown her with questions the moment she opens her eyes, okay?"
The brunette stirred, making Marco jump and Star gleam. "Hi!" Star shouted, moving right in from of the wakening stranger. Luna's green eyes bulged out of her head and she shouted while trying to move away from the enthusiastic blonde. Marco had Star back away from the girl a little bit.
"Give her space, Star," he told her. Star frowned but followed his directions.
Luna tried to calm herself down. Her parents were teenagers. Kids. That could only mean one thing with her grandparents being young; she was in the past.