After the feeling of shock had finally passed, the exhaustion and pains returned. Marco slumped back onto the ground, moaning in pain. It felt as it there was a burning hole straight through his chest, even if the blast hadn't actually reached his skin. The adrenaline from the fight finally wearing off, Star laid down next to the boy, every inch of her body seeming to have some sort of bruise. However, despite the severity of the teen's injuries, nobody was worse than Moon.

The retired queen was on her knees, her eyes glistening with tears as she glanced down at her arms. Although the growing had temporarily stopped, the violet strings had already reached the tops of her elbows, turning her light skin tone into a purple tinted mess. She wouldn't have minded the appearance if it wasn't for the extreme pain the makeover caused. Each passing moment felt like agony, each movement like torture. If it wasn't for her daughter and husband, she would have accepted death right then and there. Only then could she finally have relief.

Feeling the need to take action, Star propped herself up, her injuries seeming to be slightly less severe despite the events. Suddenly, the memory of pink popped back into her head, filling her with distress. Did she have her magic back? She pulled out her phone and flipped it open, using the glass screen as a mirror. Star let out a sigh of relief when she saw that her hearts were back to their normal state, or at least more normal than they had been. The color itself had returned and the hearts were repaired, but the color scheme was certainly not ordinary. One side of each heart was a light violet while the other was normal rose, as if someone had taken a sword and sliced the pattern down the middle.

Questions flowed through Star's mind, each one seeking an answer. Why was it purple? Could she still do magic? Was she corrupted? That last question burned in her conscience, repeating itself over and over in her brain. However, wanting to relax for the first time in days, Star forcibly pushed the thought to the back of her mind, locking it in an imaginary brain closet. She had had enough stress for one day.

Glancing around the room, she saw the others, disabled from their injuries. Guilt immediately came over her like a tidal wave, washing out all her other emotions for the time being. Star looked beside her to her wand, and then back to her mother. With a sigh, she picked it up, digging through her memories of the spell book in order to find a pain relief spell. Something to pay them back for what they had done for her.

Star began to pace around the room, muttering words to herself. There had to be something to help them! Bone healing spell? Maybe. Teleportation? Unless she could get them to a hospital. Pigtails? No, no, not now. She continued to dig further and further into her mind, losing hope after each moment had passed. After sifting through another mental chapter, Star gave up. Seemed like she would have to make her own spell.

The princess plopped herself down onto the floor, putting her imagination to work. She always would remember how to create a normal spell, but she had never created something like this before. But she would definitely at least have to try. Just the thought of making another spell for the new spell book made her pulse with excitement, but she knew in order to fix her injured comrades, she had to act fast. Calming herself down, Star began to focus.

Step one, coming up with a name for the spell. This would of course be based off of what the spell was meant to achieve after casting. A narwhal blast shot narwhals, warnicorn stampede stampeded the enemy. This unnamed spell would be used for healing those who are injured. She needed the spell to act quickly, almost instantaneous. Instant Remedial Blast? It would have to do.

Step two involved creating a collection of movements that would bring forth the spell. Taking a deep breath, Star slowly rose from her sitting position, she aches causing her to groan in the process. Shaking it off, Star began her act. She starting to tap her head for ideas, drawing the attention of her injured kith and kin. Smiling at her audience, Star began to spin in a circle, noting the action in her head. She then stuck out her arm and moved it to the right, left, and then up. Satisfied with her combination, Star then decided that she would put her spell to the test.

Pointing at the broken ceiling, Star performed her action combination and called out a now familiar phrase. "Instant Remedial Blast!" The three watched in awe as the ceiling repaired itself, each piece floating back up to it's proper place as if they had a mind of their own. As the last piece settled into place, the light around the hole faded, as if the magic had never even happened.

Amazed at her own results, Star jumped up for joy, squealing with excitement. Perhaps the violet color wasn't so bad after all. It seemed to make her magic stronger, more accurate. Seemingly more experienced. Brushing off the thought, Star turned to her awaiting patients, searching for emotion in their faces. Both seemed to be noticeably impressed, which only made Star more happy.

The next few minutes were spent casting the spell on her injured rescuers, each cast making her feel more confident. After the incantation, Marco could no longer feel the burning sensation and was mostly free from his scratches and bruises. Moon's veins had slightly receded and the pain had diminished to a mere sting. Star, now exhausted, laid herself down next to Marco, resting her head on his leg. At least it wasn't concrete.

However, as she drifted off into her slumber, she couldn't help but feel that something was off about her magic. Whenever she casted a spell, a voice from the back of her mind would tell her to stop, stop before it was too late. The warnings worried Star greatly, but she could not bring herself to ask her mother about it just yet. The woman had had a stressful night, possibly even more so than Star herself. She then agreed with herself that Moon certainly deserved a break. Sighing to herself one last time, Star finally let exhaustion overtake her, sending her off into a dreamless sleep.

Eclipsa snapped her fingers to disappear from the rickety old shack, and had reappeared at the front entrance to the Butterfly castle. A smile plastered across her pale skinned face, she approached the doors, only to be swiftly stopped by the royal guards. They put up their lances in an "X" shape, a simple sign telling anyone that they were not permitted to step through. The woman giggled at their reaction, simply flicking her wrist in response. The old queen continued her stride through the castle grounds as the guards flew off into the air, screaming in distress, never to be seen again.

She continued her act through each line of royal defenses, turning the ordeal into some sort of sick game. At each guard, she would alternate hands, sometimes even using different spells to get them out of her way. Through all the violence, the woman kept that sickly grin across her face, as if she was completely oblivious to the possible consequences of her actions.

Soon after tossing the last set of guards into the moat, Eclipsa politely knocked on the door. She may have been evil, but she was certainly not rude. Afterall, she was queen again, she had to learn her etiquette. However, the door offered no response. Getting slightly annoyed, she knocked again, louder this time. Five minutes passed, and still nothing. Ten minutes, not a sound.

Tired of waiting for someone to come to her aid, she made a small gesture with her hand, swirling it in a circle before pointing towards the floor a few feet to her right. With a short "pop" sound, there stood River, the present king of Mewnie. His mouth stood wide open, as if he had been giving a lecture just moments before. The man blinked in surprise, trying to comprehend the reason for the sudden set change. It was only then when he realised his summoner.

"Hello there River. I know we have not met in person, but I certainly do know all about you. After all, how could I not know the old king of Mewnie." Eclipsa mocked, sounding as if she was simply making a joke with her statement.

"Well, I have two responses to that. First of all, who are you and why are you at my castle! Second of all, what do you mean "old king"! Star hasn't become queen yet, and even if she had, she doesn't even have a boyfriend much less a husband." River stated blatantly, seeming to rather relieved that Star's love life was at a stand still. "Wait, why am I telling you this? What happened to my guards!"

Eclipsa giggled at his panic, preparing herself for a long winded explanation. "First of all, that was more than two responses. As for your other questions, I will answer all of them in time. I, myself, am the one that you most likely know as Eclipsa, Queen of Darkness. Nice to meet you. You have a very beautiful daughter." At that Eclipsa stuck out her hand, as if reaching for a handshake. Being suddenly terrified, River retracted his hand back to his side in shock, leaving Eclipsa's hand floating in the dead space between them.

"How do you know about my daughter! You have been frozen for 300 years, and plus, even if you hadn't she was taken mere days ago! There was no way you could hav…" the man stopped himself, realising that he just revealed the general whereabouts of his daughter to an evil sorceress. Not wanting to mess the situation up further, River zipped his lips and listened to the rest of what the woman had to say.

"Not one for handshakes are we. What a shame." at that she put her hand back to her side, clearing her throat as she did so. There was still a lot more to go. "To answer that question, I'll ask you another question. Who was the one who stole your daughter in the first place? Who was the one that your wife ran after? Who was the one who nearly put your daughter and her friend to death?" The questions bounced around in the king's skull, each one searching every possible memory for an answer. It was as if his brain was a library, and each question served as a separate assignment. One by one the answers came in, each one making him more and more terrified of the woman before him. Eclipsa. Eclipsa. Eclipsa. Looking back at the woman, River backed up against the castle doors, petrified with fear.

"In that case, I believe you get my point. You see this crown?" she asked calmly, pointing towards the jewels atop her hat. "It was given to me willingly by your wife not too long ago. That therefore makes me queen. I suggest you go inside right now and pack up your belongings. And that is an order."

Scrambling for words to gather his emotions, River simply nodded his head, opening up the door for the new ruler of Mewnie. Where would he stay? Was his family safe? Was Mewnie in jeopardy? Questions continued to flow through his brain as he fumbled up the stairs, his mouth still gaping in shock. Each step he took brought a greater smile to the royal's face, each step seeming to signify his surrender to her rule. It seemed as if only one phrase was appropriate for the occasion, a phrase she had waited for centuries, just to have it apply.

"Hail to the Queen, the ruler of Darkness."