It had started as a joke and ended up as my third favorite pairing with Tom (after Tom/Happiness and Tomstar). Hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do!

Tom rubbed his tired eyes. He had been in Lucitor's library for five hours now and felt utterly exhausted. And the worst was he didn't even know what he was looking for exactly, so his research could last an eternity.

He took another book and started to check it, but his mind was wandering. Tom thought again and again about Star, but this time that thoughts didn't cause the feelings, he got used to feeling. Thinking of Star had always stirred waves of emotions - admiration, passion, anger, even pain, and now he felt like something inside his heart had burned out, leaving only cold cinders and ashes.

Prince turned the page, looking through text and almost not seeing it. Today Star had decided to seek her mother in the Torture Tower, for the third time for this week. Tom had said it would be just wasting of time, but he couldn't have reassured her. She had just grabbed her father and Marco and gone without second thoughts. She had always been stubborn.

They had fought with Meteora months ago, and many things had changed. Star had lost her wand but had discovered how to use her magic without it. She had become the new Queen but had given her throne to Eclipsa. Tom knew, how much she had born and had tried to be as supportive as he could be. But it seemed Star just didn't need it. She hadn't even told him about the kiss. Marco had been more honest with him than his own girlfriend.

Tom shook his head, trying to get rid of bitter thoughts. He had treated her awful during their first dating, and now she just returned old debts. It was fair enough. But it would be better if they broke up, despite how much he loved her. Star was the most wonderful princess he had ever met, and yet he was a prince himself. Tom didn't want to be humiliated more, pining over her and chasing her through dimensions as he had done it before. He must collect all the courage he had, and ended it up once and forever. But before it, the Prince of Underworld would give the farewell gift to his beloved one. He would find and return her mother.

This book also had nothing useful. Tom sighed. He had found in these tomes many spells, and some of them were very powerful and dark, but nothing that could help to find a missing person. How could it possible? Tom felt as anger rose up inside, and took several deep breaths to calm down. Hopefully, he had plenty of time to find a spell he needed.

Tom had looked through almost fifty books before he had found a promising incantation. It was one of the teleportation spells. It didn't find a missing person, but it could shift a sorcerer to a place where another person was, even if he didn't know where it located. This incantation was quite complicated, but the prince felt slight hope. The spell would teleport him for an hour and then turn back. Tom could summon his carriage, and return with the Queen. All he needed is clean his mind and concentrate on words of the spell.

He looked at the list of ingredients for the ritual. Tom knew he should care about doing all things right, but he couldn't stop imaging Star's reaction. What would she say when he returned her mother to her? Would she be grateful, or angry for not saying anything before? And how would Star react on their break up? Would she be upset or feel relief? Tom forced himself to get rid of unnecessary thoughts. He went to boxroom and brought candles, a piece of chalk, and a knife. Then the prince started to draw a magic circle right on the library's floor, checking with the old book illustration. He put candles at the corners of the pentagram and lit them up. Tom took the knife and cut his hand. A few drops of demon blood felt in the center of the circle. "Does it impress her?" Tom thought unwillingly and mentally slapped himself. He should care less about what Star thought or nor.

Preparations had been done. The prince took the book and started to read the first part of the spell aloud. He ended it, and the flames of the candles trembled. Tom stood in the circle, and concentrate on the picture of Moon. He remembered her features: big blue eyes, perfect coiffure, thin line of always pursed lips, diamond cheekmarks, strict posture, clasped hands in gloves. But somehow he saw Star in her features. Images of mother and daughter intertwined in one and became inseparable.

Tom thought he should stop and try another day, but it was too late. Chalk lines started to glow. He didn't know much about magic but knew there was nothing worse than an unfinished spell. So, the prince took a deep breath and said the second part of incantation. The lines flared up, dazzling him. Tom squinted and felt as some power grabbed him, squeezing and spinning. It was painful; he barely held on his scream. The book didn't mention it. The only thing Tom could do was to wait.

It ended up suddenly. Tom found himself in a locked room. There was a pitch black, but he could see the shapes of a door and baroque furniture. But the first thing he had noticed was a strange, wiping sound. Tom created a fire on his palm and went to find a source of the noise. He rolled around the corner and found himself in a bedroom. On a bed, a figure in a black cloak was lying, face down. Strands of bluish hair were spread out pillows.

"Your Majesty? Queen Moon?" the prince called her hesitantly. The figure rose and turned around.

At first, Tom thought he had mistaken. He saw Star right before him. But then he admitted marks on her cheeks were diamonds, not hearts. His own heart dropped.

Fourteen years old Queen Moon stared at the uninvited intruder.