Sarah's POV

I'd thought that since Marco had lost his memory, he wouldn't help me. I'd noticed in his talk with Heather (yes I was eavesdropping) that he turned slightly cold in front of her, showing emotions I'd never seen before on him. Emotions that I saw commonly on Tom. Luckily for my niece, (the fact that we're the same age makes me want to throw up.) Marco wasn't Tom, and Heather was also always quick-witted. Er, maybe not always.

Marco, who was still thoroughly injured from element zero, stood up without a word and grabbed his sword off of the ground, pointing it to Tom's crown. "You're crown's going to rust soon, Tom, I can tell." The things he did next were pretty cool. Unlike how he usually wounds, he cut straight through the guards like they were made of paper. But it was still a losing fight. Tom had expanded the size of the military by perhaps even tenfold, and their numbers were just too large.

I was determined not to run away from my problems anymore though, and readied myself again to fight. And yet, I didn't get the chance. As soon as he got a breather, he sprinted towards me as if he was going to kill me, and quickly made a sequence of cuts in the air around me. One moment, I was on Lava Lake Beach, and the next I was at the entrance to the Butterfly Castle passages. Unlike Marco, however, I couldn't get in, not knowing how to decode things that were literally impossible to decode.

Luckily for me though, there was a bold princess that just happened to be coming out of the tunnels, planning to do whatever she was planning to do. Perfect.

Star's POV

Marco is a literal ghost. Impossible to track, not even possible to catch a glimpse of him. Why couldn't everything just be handed to me on a silver platter? Why did everything have to be so difficult? Of course, I knew the answer to that. Marco was always the one bringing the platter to me. If only I had a different server…

I was thinking in my chair about perhaps getting a new prime minister when the door was kicked open by none other than someone who was supposed to be grounded.

"Heather! How many times do I have to tell you! Do not kick open the door!" It was getting out of control. She simply would not stop! I was about to ask her on how she got out when I saw a familiar Mewman-wait. This was a demon! And not just any demon… I could see the distinct demon aura around her. An aura which was just like Tom's. This was a royal. Someone close to Tom I hadn't even known. An emissary perhaps?

Heather began to talk. "Mom, this is Lauren, but you might know her as Sarah." Sarah. I knew who that was. Marco's… companion. A traitor, huh?. She must have had some courage to do something like that. The question was why was she here? "You probably have a few questions, but the important thing is this drive, and the information that Marco just got caught. By Tom."

I tried to stay calm, but I went ballistic. "WHAT?! That little-" I cut a portal open, but "Sarah" said something that could've just given me a heart attack, and so I answered with something simple. "What did you just say?"

"Tom's coming here with an army, and he's been planning to do so for a while now. And if you go there, you'll most likely be… apprehended. May I suggest, your majesty, that you make preparations for war."

Marco's POV

"Aw man, dude, sorry about that. I didn't mean to let her go." I was tied down on a chair, beaten thoroughly, but it didn't change the fact that Sarah had left. "Don't worry bro, I'm sure you'll still have the element of surprise."

"I'd be cautious if I were you, Marco. You're not my friend anymore."

"One, I'm not you, Tom. Two, I know you never considered me as a friend. Hey, do you know what memory came back to me a few days ago? When you apparently sacrificed yourself for me when we were battling with Meteora. The thing was, you had a lot of souls, yes? In the end, you didn't help, and in the end, I was dead, you were alive, and Meteora was stronger. You had ambitions for Mewni from the moment you started dating Star, didn't you? And you saw your chance in Meteora. If she took over, then nobody would accept her, giving you a chance in turn."

"Ah, yes, you're right Marco. And speaking of memories, why don't you turn your attention right here." He pointed at a jar, filled with something blue, and it was sparking around, like it wanted to get out. It looked almost alive. "When Heather took your memories-"

"Heather?"

"Oh, she didn't tell you? Anyway, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted, when she took your memories, she could have died. Those memories were slightly stronger than she was in total. I noticed, of course." He smiled. "I helped her with some of my own strength, but her magic and mine are… different. Something happened, and I don't know what, but I was left with this…thing, and I can only speculate that it is filled with your memories. And this theory just got confirmed, since a stupid slave knocked it over just a few days ago, a spark of it jumped out, and it disappeared."

"So what? What do you want Tom?"

"Well, Marco. You might know me as just a demon with anger issues, but I also have a spark of curiosity. So I'm going to open the jar. I can only hope that it's interesting. I'm sure that you want your dumb philosophy back anyway."

"Well too bad, because I don't want them back." I was a changed person, and no matter what, I didn't want myself to be controlled like I'd been, and in doing so maybe I'd get a different fate. One that consisted of not dying or being imprisoned.

"I gave you two reasons, not one, Marco." He unscrewed the lid, and everything crashed in at once.

A thousand truths, a thousand lies, everything. But what didn't come with it were my morals. I finally realized what had supposedly given them to me. Throughout the years, while working for Star, although miserable, I hid it under a fake smile. My solution to this had been to not let my emotions toward Star control me, and so my morals were born.

But my time with no memories gave me a gift. It gave me a chance to look at things from a new angle. Where I once looked into my experiences with her in a way that made me love her, now, with new memories, came a new way to look at things, and with a new way to look at things, I received new emotions. I had the same memories with her, but this time, I didn't form anything towards her. She wasn't my friend, and she wasn't my crush. And in turn, when my memories returned, the morals didn't come with them.

But with old memories came old tactics. All my techniques I had used ever since I arrived in Sarah's home had been muscle memory. An instinct, telling me what to do, and what not to do. With my new memories came old fundamental tactics, tactics that told me what to do in situations.

"Hey Tom, ever taken a class on how to escape?" He tilted his head slightly, and that was all I needed.

Updated ch. 14 to make actual sense, and also added stuff. I'm bad at constant updates, but honestly, are you good at it?