"Woah." Is all Catra could say as she spotted Bright Moon off in the distance. A massive, golden castle located right next to a magnificent waterfall.

"Yep. Even those who live here never get tired of that view." Bow stated, before turning to the exhausted Glimmer and Angella on their "borrowed" horse; whom Bow conveniently nicknamed Horsey. "Are you two holding up okay?"

"Peachy." Glimmer sarcastically groaned.

"Don't worry; we're almost to the Moonstone." Angella earnestly assured her dear daughter; equally exhausted.

"Moonstone?" Catra questioned.

"It's the source of Glimmer's and the Queen's power." Bow stated. "They have to recharge under it now and then."

"I thought Princesses were born with their powers?"

"Some are, but not us." Glimmer weakly said.

The group kept walking until they promptly arrived at the golden bridge that connected to the castle. They were greeted by a distinct group of guards and two other individuals that looked out of place, compared to them. 'Who're these two?'

One was a dark-skinned teen around the cat-girl's age with sky blue, fluffy hair that is cut shaved on the left side. She wears a short-sleeved full white shawl that covered her exposed shoulders, and grey metal gauntlets with blue stars that matched her breastplate and boots on her forearms; as well as tight-look blue leggings.

The other was another teen about the same age; except she had light purple skin that contrasts with her mauve ponytail, and had a curvier build, too. Her attire was made up of a pink and purple dress and bodysuit with a feather-like cape.

"Queen Angella! Princess Glimmer!" The dark-skinned young woman shouted as she, the other teen and the guards rushed over to the monarch and her daughter. "We heard about what happened and were on our way to Thaymor. Are you both all right?"

"Your concern is much appreciated, Netossa." Angella properly stated. "But I assure you, and Spinnerella, that the situation has been handled."

"Ah man, we missed all the fun, didn't we?"

"There's likely to be a next time, hon." Spinnerella comfortingly said to the other teen; when both of their eyes lock on to Catra with some surprise. 'What? Do I have something on my face?'

"Well, you two go get some rest. Spinnerella and I will take your prisoner to the dungeon." Netossa confidently said.

"Prisoner?" Catra and Queen Angella questioned at the same time.

"The Magicat."

"Excuse me." Catra irritatedly began. "I am no one's prisoner."

"Do you expect us to believe that?

"Yes, actually," Angella stated. "She is our guest of honor here in Brightmoon."

"G… guest of honor?" The two young women simultaneously said with disbelief.

"Her name is Catra, but I think you're likely to be more familiar with the name, She-Ra."

"She-Ra? As in, the Princess of Power? That She-Ra?" Netossa questioned with some reasonable doubt. "I thought she was just a myth."

"And so, did everyone in Thaymor an hour or two ago." Catra snarked. "Now that you know who I am; who are you two supposed to be?"

"I'm sure you heard of us. I am Princess Netossa, and this is my girlfriend, the lovely Princess Spinnerella."

"Hello." Spinnerella modestly greeted with a friendly wave and smile.

'Princess Netossa and Princess Spinnerella… Netossa and Spinnerella…' "Doesn't ring a bell."

"You must've heard of us," Netossa stated. "We've been with the Princess Rebellion longer than any of the others."

"You two are the only other active members in the whole Rebellion." Bow clarified. "And we're not sure what you both do."

"What do you mean "you're not sure"? My power is in my name, Net-Tossa, it sounds like net toss… r!" Catra and Bow merely stared at her with deadpan expressions. "I can toss nets!" 'Oh, I already figured it out. I'm just screwing with you.'

"So, I take it Spinnerella can operate a spinning wheel fast, or something?" Catra jested.

"No, I have super-speed and can control the wind." The pink-skinned Princess responded promptly, with the joke going over her head.

"Whatever. Bow, what exactly did you mean by that these two are the only active members in the Rebellion?"

"We shall explain, once we're inside and recharged," Angella stated as she took up Horsey's reins and gave him some slack; casually trotting across the majestic bridge into the castle, with Catra and the others following from behind.


"Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Let me see if I have this straight." Catra began as she quickly paced around the throne room; stressfully pulling at her hair while Netossa, Spinnerella, and Bow eyed her. "For the last few years, the Princess Rebellion hasn't been much of a rebellion at all, and more like a Princess get-together. With the only key members being Sparkles, the Queen and you two."

"I think we're pretty useful." Netossa huffed.

"I highly doubt that. Am I missing anything?"

"Um… no, you're not." Bow squeaked.

The cat-girl looked dumbfounded at the casualness of that answer. "How has Hordak not destroyed you, people, yet?" 'I mean seriously. If I was still with the Horde; I'd need a few good soldiers, and this place would already be dismantled from bottom to top.'

"We are super stubborn." Spinnerella assuredly replied.

"Clearly," Catra said to herself as she wearily dragged her hands down her face.

"And why are you so worried?" Netossa asked. "Bow told us that you're not even with the Rebellion."

"Yeah, but your Queen was the one who said: "know that Bright Moon will offer you hospitality for your actions here today, She-Ra: Princess of Power." Catra restated, parodying Angella's accent. "If I'm going to be crashing here, I don't want to wake up one day to discover the room being set of fire. Or a Horde tank blowing a hole in the wall while I'm taking a shower."

"Do you believe the universe revolves around you or something?"

"I'm the one with the enchanted sword, you tell me," Catra responded as she plopped onto one of the two thrones in the room. Everyone else's eyes grow huge with terror. 'What's got them worried.'

"You aren't supposed to sit there!" Bow screeched with some worry just as the throne room's door opens and a rejuvenated Queen Angella and Princess Glimmer step inside.

"Your Majesty, you look better than before." Netossa respectfully said.

"Much appreciated, Netossa," Angella said; looking up to spot the Half-Magicat sitting comfortably on one of the grand thrones and frowns. "I would appreciate it if you got off of that."

"What? Don't like me sitting in your chair or something?" Catra asked as she got up; shrugging.

"No, I don't like people sitting in my husband's chair." Angella gave Catra a – truly unsettling – glare that successfully manages to unnerve the Half-Magicat; making her hop off. 'She's no pushover. I'll give her that much.' The elegant Queen walked up to her throne and looked at the empty one next to her; letting out a slight sigh, before regaining her composure and taking a seat. "Bow, I assume you informed the others about where Catra stands."

"Yes. Your Majesty." Bow respectfully replied.

"While it is true she isn't a formal member of the Rebellion, Catra is She-Ra. Her just being allowed asylum in Bright Moon could be enough to help persuade the other kingdoms and their Princesses into rejoining the Rebellion."

"Um, Queenie, did you forget the part where I said I didn't want anything to do with your "Rebellion?" If it should even be called that at all." The Half-Magicat questioned. "Because I'm pretty certain I made myself clear."

"You have, and I will still respect it." Angella succinctly stated. "I, nor anyone else here is inquiring you to take part in our battles. Reuniting the Princess Rebellion will be a diplomatic mission. No conflict with your former allies will be involved." 'Adora's the only one that matters to me. I couldn't care less about the others.' "For now, I require for everyone to get a good night's rest. Today has been quite long and exhausting, and we'll reconvene at dawn's first light." 'Hm. I could go for some shuteye.'

"Well, we'll see you guys tomorrow; I guess," Netossa said. She and Spinerella bow to the Queen before leaving.

"C'mon." Glimmer began; walking up to the Half-Magicat. "Bow and I will show you to the guest room."

"Not yet." Queen Angella announced. "I wish to speak with her first. Alone."

"What for?"

"That isn't your concern now, dear."

"But…"

"I won't take her time up too much, Glimmer."

"It's fine, Sparkles." Catra stated.

"All… all right." Glimmer said; grabbing Bow's arm before they teleported out.

"So…" Catra turned to the mighty monarch. "What's on your mind, Queenie?"

"I don't trust you." Angella bluntly said.

"Hm. I was wondering when you'd start being honest with me."

"My husband, King Micah, stood alongside me as we built the Rebellion from the ground up. He believed we could stand up to the evil harming Etheria and free it. He was one of the first casualties of the Horde."

"You want me to feel sympathetic for you or something? Want me to feel guilty about actions I probably wasn't involved with? Because I'm not apologizing for what I had to do."

"Unlike you, the Princess Rebellion doesn't act on selfish impulse. I'm still unable to wrap my mind around circumstances such as these. Someone like you being She-Ra."

"A Horde soldier or a Magicat?"

"Yes. However, my daughter and Bow put their trust in you. They believe you are more than you appear to be." Angella intimidatingly stood and walked up to the Half-Magicat. "But know this, if you betray that trust in any way; I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life regretting it. Do I make myself clear?"

"Noted… Your Majesty."


"So, you're not going to tells us what my mom said?" Glimmer asked as Catra carefully placed the Sword of Protection into the castle's armory and closed the door.

"Nope." The Half-Magicat answered; casually following the archer and Princess to the guest room.

"Why not?"

"I don't have to tell either of you anything."

"Did she try to intimidate you? Because she does that sometimes." 'Sparkles, when you've stared down by either Shadow Weaver or Hordak; then talk to me about being intimidating.'

"We just talked. Your mother shared some of her opinions about me."

"Did she say anything rude?" Bow asked.

"Nothing that I haven't heard people say behind my back. Or to my face."

"She's just protective of the kingdom. She'll eventually warm up to you. Here we are." Bow gently opened the door to the guest room. The entire chamber was a very bright red with some crystalized chandeliers and a large bed in the back corner. "This is where you'll be staying. What do you think?"

Catra was somewhat flabbergasted by the outstanding luxury of her new room. 'Not bad. Although…' "Do you have any other rooms?" The cat-girl casually asked. "Specifically, ones that don't come in pink."

"This is one of the highest-quality guest rooms we have available." Glimmer stated.

"One is being used by me tonight, and Netossa and Spinnerella are sharing another." Bow stated. 'I can take a few good guesses on why.'

"Can you at least give it a shot?"

"Fine." Catra dully replied as she got on all fours and hopping into her new bed; only to immediately sink into it. "This is way too soft for me." Catra continued to wrestle the plump cushion fiercely and extended out her claws. "Maybe if I knead the…"

"Wait don't, you'll…" Catra pulled at the fabric before she could hear Glimmer's warning. The mattress then busted out into a massive explosion of down that filled the entire room; covering all three of them.

"Well, I just killed the bed." Catra roughly shook the feathers off her body and pulled some out of her hair. "I don't need my bed to be fluffy or fancy; I just need a bed."

"Well, maybe it would help if you told us how you slept when you were with the Horde." Bow suggested.

Catra thoughtfully stroked her chin. "Well, the other cadets and I would sleep on bunk beds. They were as hard as a rock. Though, mine was softer than most; especially when sleeping with Adora."

"Who's Adora?"

"And when you mean sleeping with her." Glimmer promptly began; blushing. "Do you mean…"

"WHAT?" Catra embarrassedly screamed; her face instantly turning a bright red. "No! No! Gods no! I always slept by the foot of her bed; curled up into a ball."

"Ah. Okay."

"As for who Adora is… Complicated."

"Complicated how?" Bot Bow and Glimmer nosily asked at the same time.

"Complicated as in… it's my business, and I don't need to explain jack to you two."

"Okay, touchy subject; we got it." Glimmer stated.

"Look, I know you're trying to be my friends; even though we're more along the lines of acquaintances. But I'm not going to tell you everything about me just because you're nice."

"We weren't trying to. You can tell us when you're ready. Right now, we want to find you a place to sleep."

"On second thought." Catra quickly digs through the down and pulls out the blanket. "I'll sleep on the floor. It should be no different from the mattress' I've slept on already."

"Are you sure?"

The Half-Magicat sets it on the polished floor and curls up into it. "Positive."

"Well, goodnight then." Bow said gently as he and Glimmer left the cat-girl.

Catra looked up at the decorated ceiling and let out a tired yawn. 'The room is okay. Bow and Glimmer are nice. The castle is amazing. I'm treated as a hero. But… it doesn't feel right with Adora. None of this does. But it'll be okay. Adora, the real Adora, will never give up on me. It'll be okay… it will be okay.'