Marco ran to the Earth well, glancing over his shoulder to watch as Star ascended back to Mewni. He knew she was lying to him. There was no plan, there never was. But he was going to fix that. Right after he got back home. Suddenly he felt a stab of pain in his abdomen, and his eyes widened as he recalled the wound where he'd gored himself on the dark unicorn. He cursed himself silently for not thinking those moments through. He'd been so focused on protecting Star and saving Tom, he'd forgotten to watch out for himself. Another wave of pain washed over him, and he dared to unzip his hoodie. His t-shirt was torn to reveal a dark hole in his stomach dripping blood and a strange purple liquid. He had figured that with the magic destroyed, any wounds inflicted by it would disappear as well, but it had stayed just like the nefarious bald spots Hekapoo always left. He shook his head and pulled the zipper back up. Maybe, just maybe, if he managed to make it back to Earth then it would go away. He began to move towards the well once more only to realize that it had already vanished, and with it any hope of getting home. He turned around to look for any other way, but the Mewni well was gone and there were a scarce few left. Drops of flying liquid smacked him in the face and blotted his clothes. He crouched behind a half shattered crystal in a sorry attempt to avoid the raging winds. Marco put a hand to his stomach, trying to stop the blood he couldn't see but knew was there. He began to let his mind drift and he could almost see her there. Star. And then he blacked out.
A/N
Hi! Thanks for reading this first chapter and I apologize for how short it is. This is just a little prologue while I figure out exactly what I want to do with this fic. Don't let that deter you, I've got more coming soon! If you enjoyed that please leave a review, or even if you don't like it go ahead and let me know what I did wrong so I know how to fix it for the future! Thanks so much! ~Bye