AN: Hello! This is the true first chapter of our Marclipsa fic! If you're wondering why Solaria has a scottish accent, well, it's because that's the voice I HC for her before her cannon voice. If you found this offensive, I apologize. But please enjoy the chapter! Written by allman08 and ghostface4

It was chaos all around him. Mewman knights and Monster soldiers were battling it out. Slicing each other with swords and battle axe's, or bashing away with maces and warhammers. The battle raged on around Marco, as he looked around for a way out. But all he saw was the blade of a monster's sword coming down on him.

Almost out of instinct, Marco managed to dodge the sword, and side step his assailant. Both quickly got back into a fighting stance, Marco ready for just about anything.

The monster soldier didn't think much of the boy in front of him. He was rather ill equipped for a battle, dressed in a suit and with no weapon. Not to mention the goofy pose he was currently standing in. But that just meant easy pickings. "Die, Mewman scum!" He shouted, raising his sword to attack.

Marco was not going to be caught off guard this time. He should have been more careful, being that he is standing in the middle of a battlefield. He won't make that mistake time, He was prepared for the attack coming at him.

As the sword's edge came close to him, he quickly ducked under it, coming up right next to his attacker. He grabbed the hand that was holding the sword by the wrist, and with a quick jab with his other hand to the elbow, he dislocated it. Just to make sure he doesn't get back up, he made a swift kick to his knee, also dislocating it.

As the soldier fell to the ground, screaming in pain, Marco made a quick get away from him. He may be down and in pain, but he knows well enough that he could get up at any moment and attack.

Marco kept on running through the battling soldiers, making sure to avoid getting into anymore fights, as well as dodging and weapons that may come towards him.

Not long after, he found himself nearing the edge of the battle field. He could tell, as there were less soldiers fighting around him. But still, he shouldn't let his guard down. He kept on looking around once more, trying to find the best escape route.

He spotted a near straight path out and away from the fight, and made a dash for it. But as he neared it, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar scene. It was of a Mewman soldier, most likely the commander based on their gold armor and extravagant helmet obscuring their face, being surrounded and overrun by many grunt soldiers.

As he saw it, many similar scenes started to flash through his mind. Each a bit different. How many times has he seen it? How many times was he the one there? How many times has it been someone he knew in that situation? How many times was it a friend? A brother in arms? A beloved commanding officer? A lover? Far to many.

Marco was snapped out of his daze, as the Mewman Commander fell to the ground, dropping their sword. The surrounding monsters came closer, ready to end the gold clad Commander.

Marco wasn't sure what came over him, but his body seemed to move on it's own, running to the aid of the fallen Mewman. It was only when he reached his destination did he realise what he had done. Well, no turning back now.

Acting quickly, Marco incapacitated one of the monsters, grabbing the attention of the others. Forgetting about the Commander on the ground, they now set their sights on Marco. There were about five of them, not counting the one he already took down.

All five of them attacked the human boy at the same time. Marco knocked them out so fast, it might as well have happened at the same time.

Once Marco confirmed they were all down for the count did he remember the Mewman he helped. He turned around to find they were still on the ground. He really didn't want things to feel awkward in the middle of a battle. He walked over, and reached a hand out to them. "Let me help you-"

It was when he got closer did he realize that their helmet fell off, and he can now see their face. How he wishes he just took off now. Now he knows that the Commander is a woman. That itself wasn't the problem. No no, the problem was that he recognized her.

Once more, he mind flashed to his days chasing after Hekapoo and her clones. First, his mind went to when he first saw a picture of her. The painting showed the woman wielding a magic sword, dismembering monsters in the middle of battle. Next, his mind to when Hekapoo told him about her, giving him a name he can place on her. Her name. Solaria Butterfly, the Monster Carver. Also, the Queen of Mewni.

Marco was pulled out of his flashback, when said Queen took his hand. "Thank ye, Lad! That's some good fighting ye've got there!" To Marco, her voice had a bit of a Scottish Accent. Marco quickly pulled her back to her feet. She stood over him at her full height of 6'3".

"Uh, um, t-thank you."

Before either could say anymore, Marco noticed a shadow loomed over him from behind, as well as Solaria reaching down to grab her sword. Marco turned around quickly, readying himself to block any attack.

He saw a rather large monster behind him, swinging a sword down onto him. As the blade was a handful of inches away, he raised both his arms over his head, blocking the attack at the attackers wrist. Once it was stopped, he latched on to his attackers arms, and quickly jumped up and behind the monster, bringing his legs up to his head and held him in a reverse flying triangle choke hold.

He brought the monster down onto his back, and continued to choke him. The monster in trun tried to get Marco off of him, but as the oxygen in him depleted, his mind slowly slipped away. Soon enough, he was out cold.

Once that was done, Marco let go and got back. Breathing heavily, he didn't expect the Mewman Queen to smack him full force on the back. "That's some good fight ye've got their lad! Tell me, what is your name?"

The pat knocked the wind out of him, so it took him a moment to regain his composure. "Um, It's Marco. Marco Diaz." After saying that, he was sure it was a mistake. He should have kept his identity secret.

It didn't take long for them to be surrounded once more by angry monster soldiers. They both got into a fighting stance, standing back to back. There were about 15 monsters around them, holding their weapons, ready to strike at any moment.

"Alright, lad. Enough chit chat. Pick up that blade and get ready." The queen said, her voice more serious now.

Marco, just cracked his neck and smirked. "Trust me, I'm not gonna need it."

His cockiness was a bit infectious, as she felt a smirk tug at her own face. "I like that." She said.

Not a moment later, both sprang into action.

Marco panted heavily where he stood. He was covered in sweat, dirt, and a bit of blood. Not all of it his. The battle was over, and all around layed those that died in the fight, both Mewman and Monster alike. After roughly three hours of fighting, the remaining monsters retreated after their numbers had dwindled.

Marco took a moment to regain his strength. His body felt sore. He hasn't been in a battle like this in a long time. While he still remembers how to fight, with or without weapons, he still had his adult body back then. Gosh, how he missed his muscles. He remembers how Hekapoo liked them.

…

Hekapoo! That's it! She can help him! She can use her powers to make Solaria forget about him, and send him back to his own time! She…. doesn't know him. She doesn't know who Marco is. She won't meet him for another 300 years. She may be a deity, but she's still bound by physical limitations, so she's not omniscient. Well… that idea's out the window.

He's really trapped 300 years in the past, isn't he? There's nobody that can help him. Nobody he knows. Even the people he does know can't help. He has no friends. No family. Nobody.

Marco felt… alone. This is the first time he had nobody. Even during his solitude days chasing Hekapoo clones, he still had Hekapoo keeping him occupied. Made friends with some of them, which led to him growing close to Hekapoo in the long run. She helped him out, even if they were frenemies.

The feeling slowly sank into him, as he started to think of his friends and family. His parents. Janna. She may have been annoying, but she's still his friend. Tom. The two had some rough patches, but they did start to get along. Kelly. He hadn't known her for long, but he feels they've become good friends. Hekapoo. How he's sorry for what he did to her. Star. She's his best friend. He can't imagine the pain she must be going through now. Jackie… How he wishes things had worked out with them. Yep. That's all the friends he might never see again, and no two more.

As Marco stood there, slowly being consumed by sorrow, he was quickly dragged back out when he heard a familiar Scottish voice call out to him.

"There ye are, Lad! I were wondering if ye survived!" He heard a voice booming from behind him. He turned around to see Solaria coming over to him, a smile on her face. Damn. He should have run when he could.

Deciding to scold himself later, he replied to the queen. "Yeah, I'm alive. This wasn't my first battle, not by a long shot. It'll take a lot more to kill me." He felt a slight smile creep on his face, proudly remembering his past battles.

Her smile faded as she looked him up and down. "Yer life must have rough on ye. Far too young for this kind of life." The idea of someone like this child before her growing up in a life of battle made her stomach turn a bit.

"Speakin' of, what in the world were ye doing out here in the middle of a battle, lad?! You could have been killed!" Of course, now she sees that was a non-issue. This boy has great skill.

'Oh Crud, now comes the interrogation.' Marco knew he was already knee deep in trouble, since he gave her his name. He can't tell her about coming through a time vortex, that would be far too suspicious. He had to lie his way through this.

"I'm sorry your majesty, but I'm not really sure how I got here. I think I was at a party, and next thing I know is that I'm fighting monsters. Sorry, it's all a little fuzzy." The best lies are the ones that have a little bit of truth to them. He was at a party, and he was confused about getting here. And the portal did kinda mess with his head.

Solaria seemed to accept his explanation. "Hmm. That gash on yer head must be getting to ye." She said, slight concern in her eyes as she looked at him.

"Wait, what?" Marco placed his hand on his head. When he looked at it, he saw it was completely covered in blood. Huh. He didn't even notice. He thought back to his Scissors Quest day. The battles he fought and the scars he gained. To his surprise, and to those around him, a small smile appeared on his face, as he remembered his past fondly. "Heh. I'm not used to seeing this much of my own blood any more. I must be getting rusty."

'By the stump. After hours of battle, he can just take such a wound in stride?' The Queen thought to herself. She's seen grown men fall fall to their knees for even the tiniest toe stump, and this child is just going strong. 'Maybe… he's just what I need.'

A smile returned to her face as she placed a hand, rather harshly, onto his shoulder. "Well, Marco Diaz, I dennae care where it is ye came from. But I do care about getting that head of yers looked at. Let me take you back to the castle, and see what we can do for ye!" She waved over to a soldier to bring her horse.

"Oh! Um, no, I don't thi-." Actually. This could be a good opportunity for him. The castle should have plenty of spell books he can search for a way back. Not to mention being under the care of the Queen should keep him safe. This situation may not be ideal, but it's his best chance at getting back home. "You know, maybe you're right. I'll take up your offer."

"Well that's grand!" Solaria grabbed Marco by the collar of his suit, jumped into the air, both of the landing on the horse. Marco's head really did feel light headed this time.

Solaria grabbed onto the horse's reins once she landed. "To the castle!" She shouted, as if a battle cry. The horse reared on its hind legs, ready to gallop at full speed, causing Marco to wrap his arms around Solaria's waste. As they began to dash away, Marco could only think to himself that this was worse than being sucked into a time vortex.