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Chapter Seven

To Make a Difference

Adora is a very dedicated journalist. Not just to get a good story, not just to tell the truth, but to make a difference. Catra's one of the few people she knows who has done so, by doing the right thing.

She believes that everyone can do the right thing, but to do that, you'd have to let go of the things you don't need. Not everyone has that kind of strength, but she is determined to find hers. That one part of herself that can do great things, that will tell her that she's a hero.

She'll make a difference one day, and when that day comes, she'll be proud to know that she did the right thing.

Anyways, she is a dedicated journalist, so dedicated that she'll break into a highly secure headquarter, filled with dozens of Hunters who are holding Mr. Standish.

He has some knowledge about the Death's Touch, and it's important to know as much about it as possible if Wrordak is after it.

She didn't want to believe Catra after she told her about him. She didn't want to believe that someone who had always done the right thing, by helping anyone he could, was a monster.

She had to keep the Death's Touch out of his hands, and if she could find out where it was, that would definitely help in the long run. Getting inside would be difficult, but she could always count on backup.

"Hey, Catra?" Adora called her.

"Adora? Why are you whispering?" Catra asked.

"I'm sneaking into a Hunters facility." She said, bluntly.

"What!? Are you brain-damaged!? That is seriously dangerous!" Catra exclaimed.

"That's why you're gonna get me out of here, after I'm finished with Standish." Adora whispered.

"What, you mean like, carry you and that hair poof?" Catra jestingly asked.

"There's nothing wrong with my hair! Besides, it suits me just fine, while the only style that suits you is a messy shrub!" Adora bit back.

"I put my hair back." Catra mumbled to her.

"Only when you're wearing tights. Any other time, you look like you've just woken up." Adora deadpanned.

"At least I don't look silly." Catra said.

"My hair doesn't look silly! Now get your tail over here!" Adora hissed.

"…The power of poof compels you." Catra chuckled.

Adora was tired. Besides, she can always get a new phone. Anyways, Adora casted an invisibility spell on herself.

'Catra, you are the best! Especially at being the worst…' Adora thought to herself.

Being invisible didn't mean she could do anything she wanted, it was best to be extra careful, like not leaving footprints in noticeable spaces, or talking too loud.

Adora wondered how Catra had difficulty using this spell, if it's this easy, what else can she do? If she didn't already have a job, she'd consider working as a sorceress.

'Now that I think about it, why don't they have preparations against invisibility spells?' Adora asked herself.

You know what? It's probably for the best not to overthink it, idiots will always be idiots. Adora snuck into a place filled with professionals, and if it was that easy, perhaps they shouldn't be called professionals.

Wait… she was starting to feel something. The spell was fading! Screw the effort of not leaving a trace, she was close to Standish anyway, and he's alone! What reason is there to guard someone, who is left alone!?

Adora was visible again.

"Charles Standish?" Adora questioned.

The person in question turned around in shock. To be fair, who wouldn't be shocked when they expect to be safe in a "guarded facility", only to have some stranger appear out of nowhere?

"Holy crap!" Standish exclaimed.

"Charles, where is the Death's Touch?" Adora asked, a bit bluntly.

"Wrordak sent you, didn't he…" Standish assumed.

"No…" Adora told him, but he wasn't easily convinced. He looked towards a gun that the Hunters left him, and picked it up, aiming it a Adora.

"If he wants to kill me, tell him to do it… do it himself…" Standish told her.

"I'm not with the Beasts, I'm not with Huntara. I'm a reporter." Adora slowly picked up her ID, confirming that she works for the Daily Frost. "And I want to see Wrordak stopped. Just like you"

"Grayskull… I've heard your byline…" Standish calmed himself down.

"Huntara won't listen to me. She's holding Norwyn, they're moving him to a new safe place tomorrow at noon." He told her. "But she's totally ignoring the Expo."

"The Expo?" Adora asked.

"Beasts were talking about while they held me. They're going there to get-" Before he could finish his sentence, a silhouette from above caught his attention.

"To get what, Charles?" Adora quickly asked, recognizing who it was. "What do the Beasts want at the Expo?"

"Is that-" Standish was about to ask, before the figure jumped down in front of him, making him fall backwards, he was knocked unconscious.

"Ooh… that was not a Hunter." The Magicat said. "Definitely not a Hunter. Sorry, Charlie."

Thanks to her superior sense of hearing, The Magicat could he some Hunters closing in on their location. She quickly grabbed Adora, who was shaking the unconscious Charlie.

"Wait, no he knows something-" Was all she could say, before they were outside.

-

Great! Adora's upset, and it's all her fault. To be fair, when a gun is pointed at Adora, that's her immediate reaction. No one can stay mad at you for long for wanting to protect them, right? Whatever.

Right. She has another job.

-

She and Light Spinner weren't finished fine tuning this spell. So far, they could make basic shapes, and that is not what they want. Nothing a little rune writing couldn't fix.

Despite what everyone thinks, Catra enjoyed writing runes. In fact, it was her favorite part of work, adding the little details. And doing it herself meant that Light Spinner doesn't overwork herself.

When she was done, she needed to see if it worked. She took the jewel, prepared a cup for testing, then she looked at the jewel in her hand. Even now, she could feel its potential, the potential to do something great.

Finally, she was ready to test it. She pulled out the magic inside, creating an arm made by energy. They were back to where the first project ended.

There was something else. Something that was telling her that there's more. She needed more.

"Care to pass me a drink?" Light Spinner asked.

Catra was brought back to her senses.

'What was that about?' Catra thought to herself.

"Er- sure!" She chuckled, nervously.

After she gave Light Spinner a drink, she thought back to what happened earlier. This new magic. It's nothing like anything she's felt before.

'It could do good. It could help everyone.' She reminded herself.

-

To make a difference, you have to be the kind of person that helps people. The kind that puts a stop to bad people. That's what Glimmer believes.

'Just like Dad.' She told herself.

No matter what, you always do what's right… even if that leads to trouble, like right now. Glimmer saw a bunch of street thugs trying to rob someplace, and she got their attention.

"What are you doing here, little girl?" One of the thugs asked.

Glimmer, being the stubborn one she is, didn't answer. So the thug pushed her to the ground. He tried to kick her, but she grabbed onto him, and ran him down. Then she did a flurry of punches while screaming her head off.

His fellow thug came up from behind, and grabbed her off of him, then he threw her against the wall.

"You just made your last mistake!" He said.

Unexpectedly, a trashcan lid landed on one of the thugs head, causing the other one to turn around. He didn't see anyone until-

"Psst!"

He looked down to see The Magicat, who then pounced on him, knocking him out. Glimmer couldn't believe her eyes. Her hero just saved her from criminals! Her inner fangirl was going to burst!

"You alright?" The Magicat asked.

"Oh my gosh! Eeeh! You're The Magicat!!" Glimmer squealed to her hearts content.

"You better believe it. Now look, I appreciate your bravery, but you better let me clean up this mess." The Magicat told her.

"But what should I do if you're not here?" Glimmer asked.

The Magicat's ears perked up. It's been a while since she had a conversation with a stranger (More or less) on patrol. Besides, after what happened, this girl needed cheering up.

"Well… you can't just go head on all the time, sometimes you need to let them come to you, then you get them by surprise. Are you any good with magic?" The Magicat asked her.

"Yeah, my Dad was great with magic, and my Mom's a healer." Glimmer told her.

"You know the flash spell?" She asked.

"Well, no." Glimmer said.

"Here. I'll show you the rune, and you know the rule with magic. Once you know the rune-"

"-You can do the spell!" Glimmer finished.

The Magicat carved the rune into the wall with her nail. Once Glimmer got a good look at it, she memorized the spell.

"Ok, now I want you to do it." The Magicat told her.

"Are you sure?" Glimmer asked, hesitantly.

"Yeah, Go for it."

Glimmer raised her hand to The Magicat's face, and a blinding light flashed. The Magicat turned around, and covered her eyes, clearly disoriented.

"Are you ok?" Glimmer asked.

"Yeah. I just didn't think that through…" The Magicat told her.

"Right. You're a feline." Glimmer realized.

"Next time you run into trouble, you know what to do. And don't go looking for it!" The Magicat warned her.

"Hey uh, thanks." Glimmed thanked her.

"Anytime." With that, The Magicat left.

"Eeeh! So awesome!" Glimmer Squealed.

Glimmer made her way to F.E.A.S.T. She did not regret stopping those thugs.

-

Glimmer had heard a lot about this place from her Mom. There were nice people, like Madam Razz, Wrordak, and Catra. Catra… She didn't make a good first impression with her, but hopefully she can fix that.

She recognized her, the moment she saw her, conversing with someone. When Catra noticed her, she started walking towards her, and Glimmer had to admit, she had a nice smile.

"Glimmer! You made it!" Catra said, with joy.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Glimmer told her.

"Don't worry, I'm just glad you're here." Catra said.

"Alright, what can I do to help?" Glimmer asked.

"Well, why don't you get used to the place, talk to someone? Here, everybody loves coffee." Catra handed her a coffee pot.

"Sure, I'm happy to help." Glimmer told her.

"Hey, new girl! Pour me a cup." Glimmer turned to see the person that Catra was previously talking to.

"Don't worry about Lonnie. She just gets cranky without her afternoon coffee." Catra assured.

"Like you're one to talk, Catra. You look like you haven't slept at all last night." Lonnie remarked.

"At least I can make a smile." Catra showed off her teeth.

After Glimmer poured a cup for Lonnie, she searched for another person who looked like they needed a drink.

She found a man, who looked to be drawing something. Runes! Now that had her interest.

"Coffee?" She asked.

"Thanks." He acknowledged her offer, then went back to writing. He appeared to be writing complicated runes, but he messed up on a few of them.

"Are you having any trouble?" Glimmer asked.

"Yeah, there's this job that I'm applying for. There's some spell requirements, but I'm short a few. My father used to be great at magic, but they don't make spells like they used to." The man chuckled.

"Well, my dad taught me this one." Glimmer offered.

She grabbed a pen and started writing.

"Huh. A levitation spell! Now that's a classic. Good one kid." The man thanked her.

Nearby, an elderly man, banging on a television had caught her attention, for obvious reasons.

"Need help?" She asked.

"Huh? No, uh, you just gotta smack it a few times." He proceeded to do so.

"That worked back then, sometimes, but it's probably a loose cable." She told him.

"Fine. You wanna do it? Be my guest." The old man grumbled.

Glimmer pushed a cable into the outlet. And it was as simple as that, the screen went from static, to the news report.

"Tributes continue to pour in for Officer Micah, the hero killed in the City Hall bombing. As reports emerge that he shielded the attack in his last moments of life." The reporter stated.

Glimmer frowned at this. Dismal memories returned to her. She was about to leave before the old man stopped her.

"Hey, new kid. I'm empty here."

Glimmer poured his cup, trying to get those thoughts about the incident out of her head.

"Micah is survived by his Wife Angella and his Daughter Glimmer, as well as a sister, Castaspella." The reporter continued.

"Hero?" The old man read. "He didn't do nothing heroic except get himself blown up." He finished.

"Hey Ernie, I see you've met Glimmer." Catra put her hand on Glimmer's shoulder.

"She's gonna be helping out around here. You may have heard of her father-- Micah. Pretty great that even though she's got a lot of stuff going on right now, she decided to come and volunteer. Don't you think?" Catra asked him.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks." Ernie turned to face her. "Uh, listen kid, I'm sorry about your dad." He apologized.

"C'mon Glimmer, let's go see if Razz needs a hand in the kitchen." Catra said.

The pair headed into the kitchen area. And there she was, the nicest woman in all of Brightmoon. Don't let her crazy personality fool you, because she'd give you a cookie in a heartbeat.

"Hey Razz, I'm gonna go soon but… I brought some help for you." Catra told her.

"Ah, Glimmer! Nice to see you. Come! Let's make a smorgasbord of baked goods. Cakes, pies, you name it!" Madam Razz exclaimed.

"Don't go too crazy, Razz. You remember last time?" Catra asked.

"You worry too much, kitten." Madam Razz replied.

"Hey Catra? Thanks for that, back there." Glimmer said.

"You're welcome." Catra smiled.

Catra was so welcoming to her, even after she was bitter to her. Her eyes were fascinating too. A magicat's most notable trait were their eyes.

"And uh… are you're eyes ok?" Glimmer asked.

"Yeah. Why do you ask?" Catra questioned.

"Oh, no reason." She just wanted to make sure. Magicats are nice, she noted.

-

To make a difference, you needed to right your wrongs. Wrordak believed that. And Prime was the one who wronged him, but he'll make sure that he gets what he deserves.

He just needed the Death's Touch. Something his "Big Brother" was working on. Right now, the Hunters were escorting Dr. Norwyn. An elderly faun-man with his hair tied into a ponytail, and a goatee on his chin. Not to mention the case he was holding.

Wrordak and his men arrived to intercept and kidnap him, and they would have the Death's Touch. His men had kept the Hunters occupied, while another one of his men grabbed Dr. Norwyn, and this was done with a thought.

After what Prime did to him, he could control others, as long as their minds were easy to break. Dr. Norwyn was forced into an armored truck, which Wrordak was an occopant in.

"Welcome aboard, Doctor." Wrordak was always a gentleman.

They drove off, leaving the Hunters to their chaos. Kidnapping a man in broad daylight was sure to get The Magicat's attention. Which was why he was here to make sure things went as planned.

And as expected, he could see Brightmoon's hero, chasing after them. He ordered his men to slow her down, and they started shooting at her.

But she was swift. She ran to their trucks, and after she incapacitated the shooters, she made sure to render their vehicles unusable. Once she was done with one truck, she moved onto the other and repeated the process.

The route they were taking was supposed to slow her down, as they were driving through the streets, they were causing as much damage as they could.

Even so, The Magicat caught up to them, and she ended up on the hood of the truck.

"Wrordak! Hand it over!" She ordered.

Wrordak started shooting at her, but her reflexes were enough to keep her from getting harmed. She could be a valuable asset, he noted. She made it to the side of the truck, and started scratching at the window.

But before she broke in, Wrordak knocked the door loose, causing her to fall. But she wasn't gone yet. She grabbed onto the case, leaving herself vulnerable. He grabbed her arm, and put a chip on the back of her neck.

He was in.

-

"What's happening?" The Magicat asked.

"I let you in my head, and vice versa." Wrordak told her.

"I want you to join me." Wrordak offered.

"Why, so you can use me like the rest of your men?" She questioned.

"So I can finally put a stop to Prime." He told her.

"What problem do you have with the Mayor?" The Magicat asked.

"All he ever cares about is himself. He'll do anything to get more power, no matter how much people he hurts." Wrordak explained.

"Like you did?" She asked him.

"Anything I do is to make sure Prime is stopped. So I'll ask you again, will you join me?" Wrordak pleaded.

"No deal..." The Magicat told him.

-

Brought back to reality, The Magicat scratched the chip off, and slashed at a tire. The truck started going out of control, and crashed. The Magicat brushed off her vertigo, and went check the wreckage.

Thankfully, Dr. Norwyn wasn't gravely injured. She went and pulled him up to his feet.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Did they take it?" Norwyn asked her.

"Yeah. I screwed that one up, didn't I?" She asked, rhetorically.

"You did." A voice said.

The Magicat, and Norwyn turned to see a very angry Huntara.

"I told you to stay away. Now the kiddie gloves are off, kitten." Huntara threatened.

"Don't call me that." The Magicat groaned.

"That's enough. We need to brief the Mayor, now!" Norwyn reminded her.

He turned to The Magicat. "I'll go with her," he told her. "I'll remember this."

Great. Wrordak escaped again, she's officially on Huntara's bad side, and she has no clue on what the Death's Touch does. She was supposed to be the hero of Brightmoon.

As a hero, to make a difference, you had to be the kind of hero that can stop the villain, in the best possible way. And next time, she won't fail again.

-

Surprise! I got another chapter in before the month was over. I've decided to start uploading a chapter 2-3 times a month, since I have more free time. There have been cases popping up where I'm from. Be safe, keep your distance.

Writing names can sometimes be a little difficult. I almost wrote the following, Gilmmer, Catta, Nagicat, and more. I'd appreciate it if you could tell me if you spot something like that.

I'm gonna tell you something. I've actually come up with a great idea for a cartoon, one that's somewhere along the lines of She-Ra, or Steven Universe, or something like that. But I haven't perfected my storytelling, so I'm working on that with this, and a few other stories I plan on writing. And when I finally write about my cartoon idea, I'm sure you'll love it.