Sarah's POV
1 hour earlier...
I looked at Heather, and then nodded. "I was born around the time you were. Tom wasn't home very often, since he was, y'know, stealing things and being corrupt. They were lonely, and that's why I was born. I was born with yellow fire, and my parents were really proud, since that meant I held incredible potential, but they died when I was four… I was raised by the military afterwards, but I only had three real years of training before Tom divorced your mom, and then he came back. He had no use for me, and so he told me to go. At first I refused, but then he ordered that I be killed, so I ran. I fended for myself for the next eleven years. It was scary at times, and even more lonely, but I did what I had to do to survive, eventually becoming pretty wealthy. But then, Marco arrived right at my doorstep. You probably know what happened next."
"Wow. That… really sucks. Didn't know dad could be that mean, even in a bad mood."
"You can't trust Tom, no matter what."
"Yeah I guess I learned that the hard way."
Marco's POV
"Yes, I get it, I screwed up that time, I get it, very funny. Now can we please get to the point, Janna?"
"What if I told you… no?" This was so tedious. Getting Janna to listen, much less do something for me was near impossible, but I needed her "lab" materials for this. Before I'd lost my memories, it was my duty to help Mewni, and after I'd lost my memories, it was my sympathy which made me want to help Mewni. After getting my memories back, my new perception of things made me hesitant, but it was still the right thing to do, and I was still me. No matter what my perception was, who I was would never change, and Marco Diaz sure would always want to help Mewni.
But Marco Diaz also did not want to wait for 36 year-old Janna to listen. I needed her materials and "knowledge" fast. "Janna, this is your warning. Come with me to Mewni."
"OoooOooOooOOO. Look at Mr. Big Shot here, telling me what I can and can't do." She put on a familiar smile, but I did too. "I'm gonna need some answers Marco, and to do that, I'll need to hypnotize you. Not Sorry. Chicken butt."
"Yeah, that doesn't work on me anymore. Do you think I'm still 15?"
She put on another smile, but this time, I had no smile to match. "Marco, did you really think I'd been idle these years, thinking that you wouldn't come back? I developed a new technique. It's called… Butt chicken!"
Since my resistance was much higher, it was a slow process, and I could only say a few things before I fell unconscious. "Come on, Janna, why?"
Heather's POV
It was on the battlefield, then it was on the walls. But now, it's inside the city. Those who can hide will hide. Those who can fight will fight, and those who cannot do either of those will die. I cut through a platoon of soldiers and was about to engage with more soldiers when I found myself looking into the eyes of a cold man. I went for the kill, since this man wasn't my father anymore. But he parried my sword with something familiar. Two daggers, both with a design of a teardrop. A teardrop… that was my cheek mark! I'd been born without cheekmarks, being part demon, and they only appeared when I held the wand. And that was my wand he was holding.
I remembered my wand. It was a perfect fit. It was a double sided knife which could split into two, which became very useful. I just didn't know how Tom had gotten it.
"You seem intrigued, Heather. You must recognize this."
"How did you get it?!"
"Why I found it in the enemy camp after the war against Toffee. It was a lucky grab. As Marco always didn't say, finders keepers, losers weepers. But here, you can have it." He tossed it at me like it was worthless, and for the first time in years, my cheek marks reappeared and I had magic. Tom walked away though, so I found myself face to face with a battalion. This was going to be a joy.
Star's POV
This battle is not a joy. Tom sent soldiers specifically made for magic resistance after me, and it was difficult getting through to them. I didn't have the blunt force to get through their armor. I needed some help, and I needed it fast. And like a miracle, it came. Someone who could run ten miles in five minutes, and crush these soldiers like they were tin cans. It was my one and only father. Although it was long from his days as a warrior, he still worked out like crap. I nodded to him, and turned my attention towards other soldiers.
Most soldiers didn't have any resistance to my magic, so I cut through them like a hot knife through butter. Eventually, I found my way towards Heather. Heather was doing… great, actually. And… she had the wand! I looked around, trying to see where she might've gotten it from, and I eventually saw Tom. He was writing down on a sheet. He was… looking at-no examining Heather.
He must've been the one to give Heather the wand. That bastard. I went straight for him with a sword, but he pulled out his sword in the blink of an eye and parried. I attacked some more in every direction, to the side, to the bottom, to the top, but it was useless. Tom had spent years perfecting his technique, but it was the only way. My spells would be useless, since like an idiot, I told Tom all the spells in my arsenal when we were sixteen, and activating my spells would just tire me.
I took out a wild card. Haidong swordsmanship. Marco taught it to me when I was fourteen, and I paid not much attention, but I was still fairly competent. But whether I was good or bad didn't matter. It was something Tom had no experience against, other than the short times when Marco may have fought him.
I turned my sword scabbard clockwise making it parallel to the ground. I brought it up above my head, and then down my body, finishing with the tip aiming just below my eyes. My lower hand gripped the sword at the end, with my bottom three fingers on the handle with my index finger around it gently. I remember when I first did this form, and Marco congratulated me.
This was time to put my skills to the test. I jumped forwards, bringing all my weight crashing down, and quickly followed up with two strokes. One missed, but one hit. A lucky shot, but it was still a hit.
"Where did you learn that, Star?" He tilted his head, pulled out a shorter, second blade, and charged me with his two blades. It was a lot harder blocking two blades instead of one, but I managed. But parry after parry was starting to bore me, so I went for a killing blow. That was my mistake. Marco taught me to only attack when you either absolutely needed to or when your opponent made a mistake, but I'd attacked with stamina left and without Tom making a mistake.
He blocked it easily, following up with two quick strokes, which both hit, and kicked my stomach. While on the ground, he slashed both my legs so I couldn't stand, and I was immobilized. Dammit. It was over. He raised me up in the air for everyone to see, which halted the battle completely. Up from above, I could see how badly we were losing.
"Surrender, or your queen is dead!" When there was no response, he used his smaller sword to put up against my neck. I was frozen. I had nothing to say, and if I did, I was too scared to do it. I was scared of death. "I will not hesitate to kill her."
When there was still silence, I waited in anticipation. Then, all of a sudden, a burst of yellow flame came from the crowd. Yellow. I looked towards where it had come, and saw that girl, Tom's sister. Her voice was loud and clear. "Tom, I challenge you to a fire duel for the throne!"
One moment Tom was silent, the next moment he laughed. "What a cute offer Laura, and I'll say sure. You might as well die honorably. That's all I'm willing to give you."
She came up, and Tom created an arena of flames. As soon as it was made, Laura went for it. She punched the air, shooting two concentrated balls of fire, and quickly followed up with a low sweep of fire. I thought Tom would take it in, but he didn't, instead dodging. This was huge. This meant he wasn't immune to Laura's fire. She had a chance.
Or so I thought. Maybe she had potential, maybe she had talent, but she didn't have experience. Tom's years of training brought him tons of experience, and she seemed to have little. He shot a massive ball of fire, so big that Laura had no chance to escape. She soaked up a lot, to my surprise, but it still left a few burn marks on her and knocked her back considerably.
She jumped up into the air so high and shot fire down in a column, but Tom simply split it into two, and repeated his move from earlier. This time, the fire hit true, and she fell too.
"Butterfly Kingdom! This is your last chance to surrender! It's do or die! There are no others to stand up to me, and no queen to lead you! It's over."
Part one of the finale. Expect the next chapter either soon or very late.