A/N: What is up fanfic people! Monokub here, more excited than ever to leave a posting!
I gotta be honest, i love the feedback i'm getting from the crowd, and major thanks for all the reviews past chapter. I'm glad i went the right route with that one, so special thanks to everyone who reviewed it specifically on Fanfiction and Ao3!
I also have to add despite it being as good as it was, I'm still nervous. As everyone knows, from this point forward, we'll continue to get into more of the feel territory of the show, and with the standards I've set up to this point, I hope I continue to bring you guys charming and loveable episodes and I don't screw something up X/.
With that said, hope you enjoy!
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"Ooooh." Scorpia grinned as she stared at her reflection in the sword.
"Now, concentrate, Adora." Shadow Weaver instructed to the young Force Captain.
"Mmh... I'm... trying..." Adora grumbled as her right hand surged red electricity. With a red headband, one gifted to her by Shadow Weaver herself, she focused.
"You need to imagine it as a living creature, an animal, if you will." Shadow Weaver advised, watching as her pupil attempted to siphon the energy from the Black Garnet. "Once you assert your will over it, it will obey."
"I-I'm trying." Adora answered, devoid of emotion. This is what the training she had earlier lead her to. The ability to wear this headband and close her heart off of nearly every emotion imaginable. As long as she wore this, she felt little to nothing. She didn't feel sadness, she didn't feel stress, she didn't feel irritation, and so forth. "It almost feels like it's resisting me, like it's... scared..."
"It's a stone." Shadow Weaver retorted coldly, "Stone's don't feel anything. Now do it. Assert your will over it, make it obey your every word!"
"Mmmh!" She wasn't going to let it tell her what to do. She wanted it's power, she needed it's power to protect those she cared about and those who were with her. She doesn't know if this stupid stone truly is alive or if it's the headband itself playing with her mind the same way it toyed with her emotions. All she knew was that she refused to let it disobey her, not when she needed it most. "Give it to meee..." She grumbled as the electricity continued to increase in frequency. She barely felt the electricity as it glided around her right arm, though she did feel a tingling sensation between her hand to her shoulder. "Give it to me!"
*BZZZZZZT!*
"Ahh!" Adora yelped as she was blasted back. Having her feet planted firmly to the ground, she found herself sliding against the floor by her boots, the electricity still surging around her arm, leaving it in a trembling state. With a small sigh, Shadow Weaver calmly removed the headband from Adora's head, the emotions returning to the girl as well as all the pain that came from her attempted siphoning.
She held her breath as she tried to keep from crying out from the pain it brought, always feeling it whenever she was trained to do this. When she was wearing the headband, physical pain such as this was numbed to a great extent, possibly protecting her entirely so she wouldn't feel it in the first place. Whenever it was removed though, she instantly felt any of the pain or injury she endured if she removed the headband immediately after.
"Perhaps next time, my dear." Shadow Weaver said softly, pushing the headband's jewel straight into the Black Garnet itself. With ease, Adora watched as the energy around was pulling in the electricity, filling the headband with it's renewed energy once again. "You are getting better at it." She commented, returning to Adora as she gave her back the headband.
"But I still can't get it to work!" Adora complained, looking at her headband in frustration. "It's like something's blocking me from taking it's power in the first place."
"Calm yourself, Adora. Soon you won't need me to do this for you."
"Besides, you should be celebrating." The two looked back as they saw Scorpia swinging the sword playfully. "After all, you did pull off a big score today."
"She is right, Adora." Shadow Weaver tilted the girl's head up a little so she could look into her eyes. "You have no idea how proud I am of you. I can almost guarantee that-
"Shadow Weaver." Cutting her off, all three members of the Horde were greeted by the arrival of Lord Hordak appearing over the monitor. The very moment he made his appearance, Adora and Scorpia quickly saluted, standing at respect of the image.
"My Lord." Shadow Weaver greeted, standing before the other two.
"I commend you on the capture of the Princess of Bright Moon." He complimented with a sense of pride in his voice. "Queen Angella has been given until the morning's moonrise to surrender herself to our forces."
"Thank you, Lord Hordak. But I can not accept all the credit." At this, she pulled Adora by the shoulder to her front, gesturing her her proudly. "Adora is the one who did the hard work."
Adora was at a bit of a loss for words. She didn't mind being the one credited for the mission or not, even if it felt a little embarrassing when it was her own supervisor promoting her success. On top of it, she was being promoted right in front of the Leader of the Horde, the man responsible for starting about this revolution that could save Etheria.
"Ah, yes, Adora." He gazed upon her with curiosity. "When Shadow Weaver first told me about you, I must admit I had my small share of doubts. I am pleased to see that gamble has paid off. You did very well."
"T-Thank you, Lord Hordak!" Adora replied brightly. For the fist time in her life, she felt a true sense of accomplishment and success! This feeling of praise from a great hero such as him, it was such an honor!
"I expect to see greater results out of you in the future. Continue to prove your worth." With that, the communications from him was cut off as the screen went blank.
"Woohoo!" Scorpia cheered, bringing in Adora in a hug around her neck, rubbing her head playfully with the other one. "Way to go, Adora!"
"Hehehe!" Adora let out a cheer herself as she pulled at Scorpia's arm.
This was going to be a great day, she could already tell! They succeeded in their mission, they captured two members of the Rebellion, one of which was the very Princess of the Rebellion, they had that stupid sword that caused Catra to become whatever brainwashed slave the princesses used her for, and best of all, she got complimented by Lord Hordak himself, the very leader of the Horde! Life couldn't get more perfect than this!
...Well... almost. There was still the sense of guilt she felt over how she played Catra, not that she was given much choice. She needed to get the princess no matter how much she had to hurt her or herself. She manipulated her, used her, tricked her into letting her guard down enough for her to purposely give her the wrong impression, using reverse psychology to get her to react the way she wanted to. Just because she didn't have full control over her actions doesn't mean it made Adora feel any better. She could almost swear Catra was fully in control of herself when they were reminiscing about their past.
Her being here would be the one thing to make her life absolutely perfect right now. To be together again, fighting side by side, friends together, it would be a blast! Best of all, she wouldn't be in trouble for it! She knew whatever spell they used on her could easily be reversed, according to Shadow Weaver at least.
Speaking of which, that was the one other thing that bothered Adora a little as she pulled herself free from Scorpia's hug. "What did Hordak mean by gamble, Shadow Weaver?"
"Nothing you should concern yourself with, my dear." Shadow Weaver assured, stroking her cheek softly. "Now, why don't you go celebrate with Scorpia for a while?" Adora followed her gaze as she glared coldly to the Princess of Bright Moon. "I want to welcome our dear guest properly."
"Give me some time with her, Shadow Weaver." Adora pleaded, refusing to take her gaze off the terrible princess. "I have a lot of questions for her."
"In time, dear, in time." Shadow Weaver replied, patting her shoulder before taking the sword directly from Scorpia. "Now, run off. I'll call you when it's your time to play..." Nodding to her in respect, the two of them did as they were instructed as they walked through the automatic doors, Shadow Weaver waiting until the door shut firmly behind them, then turned her attention to the aforementioned princess.
"Mmmh..." Groaning, she slowly regained consciousness, coming to as the feeling of touch was going off all throughout her body.
Pain. For some reason, all she could feel was a pain throughout her body. Opening her eyes weakly, she caught a glimpse of wherever she was. It was a bleak, miserable looking place that was devoid of any charm of beauty, save for the large gem she saw within the center of the room. Her dress was torn apart, her arms were stuck in place, and she felt weak.
Very, very, weak.
"Welcome to the Fright Zone, Princess." Shadow Weaver's voice echoed as she materialized in front of her. Using her magic, she began to engulf Glimmer in a shroud of darkness, enveloping all she could see into a black nothingness. She would make sure she was in stable enough condition for whatever Adora had planned for her, but until then, she was hers.
And she was going to give her a thorough understanding of why this place was called the Fright Zone...
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The intro starts with Shadow Weaver in the Black Garnet chamber spying and glaring at a image of Catra. Than the image dives into the water of her scrying spell.
~ We're on the edge of greatness ~
Where we have Catra at Bright Moon looking both determined and forlorn out into the distance.
~ turning darkness into light ~
A scene of kid Catra and kid Adora training together in the fright zone under Shadow Weaver. Before being replaced with a image of Adora glaring at a heart broken looking Catra who's on her knees across a battlefield.
~ We're right beside you ~
But than Glimmer and Bow teleport to Catra side raising her spirit back up, as shown with her surprise blinking when Gimmer offers her a hand, than she smirks accepting the help as she takes the lead ahead of them.
~ Ready to Fight! ~
Catra raises her sword, transforming into She-Ra in a glorious flash of light
~ (fight, fight, fight fight) ~
Then She-Ra rushes off into battle with Glimmer and Bow following right behind her.
~ We're gonna win in the end! ~
Mermista rises out of a tide, blasting Horde soldiers with water.
~ We must be strong, And we must be brave ~
Perfuma burst from the ground, capturing and tying up Horde soldiers with vines.
~(we must be brave) ~
Frosta rides an entire wave of frozen water, freezing Horde tanks in their tracks.
~ We're gonna find every bit of strength that we have ~
The scene shifts to Hordaks throne room where the evil shadowy figure sits upon his throne, his red glowing eyes being the only noticeable part of him, surrounded by notable members of the Horde, consisting of Adora and Catra's squadron, Shadow Weaver, Adora, Scropia, and even Entrapta.
~ and never let go ~
The scene shifts to an epic clash between Catra and Adora, the She-Ra gritting her teeth as she presses her sword against Adora's electrical baton, as the Force Captain herself grins with chaotic excitement as the red jewel from her headband shines.
~ (Oh ah Oh) ~
Adora and Catra push each other off as they back up into their friends- Entrapta and Scorpia for Adora, and for Catra Bow and Glimmer.
~ We must be STRONG! ~
The scene ends with a final shot of both sides looking across the field, a transparent image of Catra and Adora's faces filling the sky as the colors are split between them;
A majestic darkness shining into light upon Catra's side, and a horrid light seeping into darkness on Adora's half.
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Emptiness. Sadness. Regret. Doubt. Hurt. Confusion. Denial.
And Loneliness.
These were all the feelings Catra had right now as she sat against the door within her bedroom, kneels curled up as she hugged them, wrapping her tail around the bare toes. It didn't matter if she wasn't wearing her boots at this point. Who would be there to yell at her? Angella? Glimmer? Bow? Of course not.
Whyy?
Because they were gone. The Queen remained silent in the Meeting Room as the rest were gone. Abducted. Kidnapped.
It wasn't bad enough that they were taken in the first place, oh no, that just made it all the more understandable. They were gone because of her. Her, and her emotions, the very things that Adora manipulated throughout the Ball, the very ones she distracted her with upon meeting again after the events of Salineas.
She thought the dance was supposed to be the worst part about all of this. After all the cheer and partying mood her allies were in, she thought what she had to do after would've been the worst part, since it involved having a whole bunch of manners and junk training for the Ball. Then she thought meeting the bratty Princess of the Kingdom of Snows, Princess Frosta, soon after would've been the worse part after she made a fool of herself and insulting twice in front of the same person. And somehow, that still wasn't the worst part of her night!
The worst part came when also the best part came, that being when Adora showed up with another Force Captain named Scorpia. She thought she could prove to her she's not crazy, or at the very least have a nice chat with her after the time since they last saw each other. The socialized, they reminisced about their past, they expressed regret and hurt towards each other while admitting to the care they still had for one another. That should've been a great starting point to rebuilding her relationship with Adora after everything that happened!
Instead, she found herself betrayed. Adora left behind a bunch of simple clues to her wicked plot, enough to get Catra paranoid about her schemes to begin with. From there, she through in a word of comfort and display here and there, getting Catra to let her guard down enough for her instincts to kick in. That was the decisive factor that played in to all of this, because with the ticking sound she heard come from the gift Adora gave Frosta, she was expecting anything short of a Time Bomb.
So imagine later on, after causing chaos throughout the party when she tried to confront Frosta on this, in order to steal back and destroy the Snow Globe Adora gave her, she finds out it was a simple musical tune that was set to go off? All that chaos that erupted throughout the party, when she attacked the young princess in front of hundreds of others, when she ended up injuring her out of anger while trying to simultaneously grab the Snow Globe out of her pocket, it was all for nothing.
No, not nothing. Actually, it was far from nothing. It was everything Adora needed to make her plans see through to fruition. She played everything right down to the farthest detail. Enticing Catra's emotions, playing the innocent Force Captain of the Horde, being the sweet and caring person who gave a small child a gift? It was all according to plan to make the Horde look like the righteous ones around Etheria compared to the evil princesses that wanted wanton destruction and mayhem.
The very ones that also played a key part in the night's operations. Thanks to Catra, the girl struggling to do what's right half the time, made it all the more easier for Adora to achieve her plans. Have Catra, aka She-Ra, go insane in front of hundreds of people from different kingdoms, show how aggressive she could be because of the princesses' evil magic, and show everyone her lack of care or concern about hurting a small child. It went hand in hand with everything she did then, and everything she did after managing to kidnap Catra's allies, thanks to the assistance of her fellow Force Captain and her squadmates.
Since then Catra didn't know what to feel. She was played with endlessly that night, acting as every single domino Adora needed to line up so she could knock them all down at once. She admitted that in front of Catra's face, whispering in her ears, and reminded Catra that she had only herself to blame. She was so different from the Adora Catra used to know, the one who smiled cheerfully, the one who was sad when her friends were sad.
The one who wouldn't betray or manipulate her friends, no matter how peaceful, to succeed in her missions.
Everything that happened that night was on Catra. She didn't know what impact it could have on the future from this point forward. And somehow, that still wasn't as bad as it got for her...
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"...Queen Angella...?" Catra spoke nervously, her ears lowered in depression since the night of the Ball, as she entered the meeting room. The Meeting Room was empty for possibly the first time Catra had ever seen it, withholding a depressed Angella and a guilt ridden Catra.
What was she supposed to say to the Queen who lost her daughter? The one she was in charge of always keeping safe? To hear how in one night the Rebellion's relationship was crumbled under one roof, and then lose a daughter out of a carefully orchestrated plan.
One where the plan was to let Catra be Catra, at that.
"I should've never let her leave this castle." Angella spoke, pushing her eyes into her hands as she rested her elbows on the table. "Not with you."
Ok, that was painful. As if she didn't have to feel guilty enough, she now had to deal with the guilt she had because the Queen had higher expectations for her than she thought, and she couldn't blame her. From day one she apparently had trust issues with the magicat, which wasn't surprising as her motives for helping the Rebellion were purely selfish, who she tasked with aiding the Rebellion while also ensuring her daughter and friend were kept safe.
Two different tasks she failed miserably with in just one night.
Honestly, this was probably the worst reaction Catra had ever gotten out of the Queen. Whenever she flipped on a task she was given in some way, she was talked down to. Whenever she came up with a plan that could either jeopardize the mission or put her daughter in grave danger, that was another thing. Those were the two most common reactions she would get out of the Queen by a day's end, at least once a week.
Here, there were no words to say. There was no talking down to Catra, there was no shouting at her about how she messed up, and it was surprisingly more painful than anything else the Queen had ever said.
"And now I'm forced to make an impossible decision." The pain in her eyes was spotable from a mile away. Incapable of looking Catra in the eye right now, all she could do was turn off to the side. "As leader of the Rebellion, how can I surrender myself to the enemy? And yet as a mother, how do I-?" She wasn't able to bring herself to finish.
Catra would never want to be in her position, even if she was the Princess of her own Kingdom. To choose between the rest of the world, and to choose between the people you care most about. How would anyone be able to come up with a decision like that? How would anyone blame them for choosing one or the other?
With a sigh, the Queen rose from the table, closing her eyes with her decision made. "I'm going to accept Hordak's terms. Glimmer is all I have left."
"B-But... But you can't!" Catra struggled to argue, trying to sound convincing despite not knowing any other option to get her allies back at the same time. "You don't know the Horde like I do. They will never let Glimmer go!" With the situation as serious as it was, there was no joking or nicknaming that came to her mind. "If you go there now you will just be condemning the both of you. If anything you're better off remaining here! At least then they won't execute her without risking their only bargaining chip."
"And then I would be condemning Glimmer to who knows how much torture." Angella retorted, shooting down Catra's argument in an instant. Like the Queen she was, she clearly thought out every scenario and possibility out of the book. "To lead the Rebellion with an open mind while subjecting my daughter to pain and suffering? What kind of person would I be?"
"...B... But..." Catra couldn't look at her in the moment. She wanted to say how wrong she was, she wanted to point out some big flaw in her scenario, and she couldn't. She couldn't offer up any form of resistance to her planning. She almost jumped as the Queen stood before her, so distracted by her thoughts that all noise became mute to her before she saw the Queen again.
"I appreciate everything you've done for us till now, Catra." The Queen lifted her chin with her fingertips, giving Catra possibly the softest look she's had since meeting her. "If we're wrong about this and my daughter is safely returned, I trust you to aid my daughter's side until the war is over. Thank you for everything." Without another word, the Queen made her way passed the distraught Catra, the one who could only lower her head in shame...
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This is why it sucked to have friends. There was no benefit to having friends in the long run, there were no possibilities friends would remain by each other's side until the end of time. All they did was make people softer, make them incapable of making rational decisions with their friends involved. You were expected to always be by their side and never turn away from them, even if sometimes those lead to dire consequences.
All that was guaranteed was the exact same thing that happened at the end of every friendship.
Someone would go away.
*knock*
*knock*
*knock*
"She-Ra? Are you in there?" Catra could hear Perfuma call from the other side of the door.
"Oooh! Let me try!" She heard Entrapta say, giddy with excitement.
*knock-knock-knockknock-knock*
*knock-knock*
"...Maybe she's not in there?"
"What do you want?" Catra moaned, still curled up against the door.
"Oooh! It worked!"
"Catra, lass, we want to talk." She heard Sea Hawk that time.
"Ugh... hang on." Catra grumbled as she stood, opening the door to see the confusingly optimistic faces of her past allies. "About what?" She asked, giving off a look of shame to all those who saw her.
"About the rescue mission!" Perfuma said happily clapping her hands.
"What rescue mission?"
"Well, you know... Your idea on how to rescue Glimmer and Bow from the Horde!"
"We're the Princess Alliance. And the Horde took one of our own." Mermista boasted. She also wanted payback for the massive hangover she spent all night dealing with.
"And we're ready for our first mission!" Perfuma stated with glee.
"...I repeat, what rescue mission?" The weight of the air around them slowly shifted, becoming heavier as Catra walked passed them and started walking down the hallway.
"Oh, Catra, don't be like that now." Entrapta said with a smile, standing above her as she was held up by her hair-like appendages. "We know you care about them just as much as we do. So tell us how we'll rescue them!"
"..." Catra said nothing for the few seconds she stared at her, opting to walk right under her and leaving her with a confused look.
"Come on, She-Ra, we want to know the big plan!" Perfuma asked as the Princess Alliance continued to follow them.
"There isn't one." Catra replied coldly, catching everyone by surprise.
Luckily for Mermista, she knew how to play at Catra's game, giving a smirk as she crossed her arms. "Oh come on. What are ya, scared?"
"Yes."
Everyone went silent as Catra announced this, everyone stopping in their tracks including her, leaving her back to them. Catra, the Catra. The one they knew since first meeting her, the one that always boasted about herself, the one who always did whatever it took to complete a mission no matter how reckless it seemed, just admitted she was scared. If they didn't know any better, they could've sworn they were talking to a completely different person as she squeezed her fists.
"...Oh..." Mermista was at a loss on what to say. Normally whenever she pulled the oldest trick in the book like this, the person she accused would retaliate with saying they weren't afraid, and after a little bit of banter, they would immediately turn their frown upside down and face whatever challenge scared them head on.
"You guys don't know the Horde like I do." Catra said, refusing to look back to any of them. "You don't know what it's like living within the Fright Zone. It earns it's name because of what it is. A nightmare.
"And that's exactly why we need you!" Perfuma replied, trying to maintain her optimism in this situation. "You're the only one with knowledge of the place inside and out. We wouldn't last two minutes there without your help."
"You still don't understand!" Catra yelled a little, turning her head barely an inch in frustration, keeping her face hidden. "I'm a defector here, and everyone within the Fright Zone knows it. I have a bounty on my head, the only person I consider a friend is fighting on their side, and..." Catra trailed off, finding it pointless to continue the neverending list of issues. "You don't know what they do to defectors there. They'll make me wish I was dead if I'm lucky enough."
"Catra, it's not like we'll let anything happen to you." Perfuma assured. "We'll have each other's backs while we're there."
"And you think that matters?" Catra grumbled back, giving a small glare to the girl. "You think we'll all be fine if we work together or whatever garbage you're thinking? This isn't some trip to an enchanted forest or some travel overseas with giant flesh eating sea monsters! The Fright Zone's much deadlier than anything you could imagine, especially where we're going!"
"But... She-ra-"
"How long are you going to call me that?!" Catra groaned squeezing the bridge between her eyes. "My name is Catra, not She-Ra! She-Ra's supposed to be some all-powerful perfect being! I haven't been able to do one thing on my own since becoming She-Ra! All I've done at this point is make everything worse, and if I come along, something's going to get messed up again." She made Perfuma jump as she pulled her closer by her collar. "I promise you someone's going to die if I go!" She had little heed or concern about Perfuma's fearful and mournful expression.
"Hey, ease up on her!" Mermista told her, pushing between the two. "Just because you're scared doesn't mean you get to take it out on us."
"I'm being realistic compared to the rest of you!" She shouted. "Why don't you ask the science nerd what the chances are of us failing this mission?" She offered gesturing to Entrapta.
Noticing all eyes turning to her, Entrapta took out one of the data pads from within her own pocket, calculating and mashing hundreds of different calculations as the screen flashed a blueish light over her eager face. With a contented smile as she dabbed the last bit of data and calculated one final scenario, she finally got to see the end of her results.
As Catra expected, it made her frown.
"Well?"
Entrapta took a noticeable glance at everyone with a nervous expression on her face, silently gulping to herself as she read over the information. "Umm... w-well, provided we're going in blindly at the moment, so don't let that discourage you-"
"Just tell them already!" Catra shouted.
"...There's a... 27.3% chance we'll all fail and or die..." Right before Entrapta could press an argument to this, Catra interrupted.
"Good. Now tell us the chance of one of us dying."
Like previously, she gave a worryful look to everyone, seeing all their concerned faces for a moment, then went back to tapping away at the data pad with a little less enthusiasm. This time when she finally inputted the last of the statistics, her eyes widened in shock as a red light reflected off her face, quickly covering the data pad against her chest as she gave a nervous smile. "Heh heh, what do you know? It says we're guaranteed no one will die! Heh heh... ehhhh..."
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Anyone with ears could see through Entrapta's easily spotted lie.
"It's still not an excuse to do anything, though." Mermista continued to argue. "If there was even a one-percent chance that we can pull this mission off successfully, we have to take it. If Queen Angella surrenders herself then we all fall with her. What's your plan on that when the Horde starts breaking down the front door then, Catra?"
"I don't know, and I don't care." She scoffed, walking back down the hallway. "You guys have my support if you plan on going there yourselves, just leave me out of it... for your sakes."
The others looked back to each other with concern and worry. Catra was acting nothing like the rest of them knew her to be. This was a legitimate overwhelming fear going on through her eyes, a paranoia the likes of which they've never seen. This wasn't a simple fear of the place they were going to.
This was a fear of Catra's own involvement in any sort of plan. What she feared the most at this time was the realization that it all came down to her, her and anything she could think of. Everyone depended on her at this very moment to get them through some sort of plan, and the possibility she would mess something up terrified her to no end.
"What do we do now?" Perfuma asked.
"We can't risk going there ourselves without a plan, and we can't just sit here and do nothing." Mermista stated. "We don't have much of a choice. We have to charge over there and take a chance."
"Ehhh, that's a very bad ideaaaa..." Entrapta muttered looking over the data pad. "I know this might shock you, but I was actually lying when I said that nothing bad could happen!"
"...Oh no... I had no idea you were lying... I'm in shock..."
"I know, I know, and I'm sorry for lying about it!" Entrapta whined, having no idea of the blatant sarcasm coming from a facepalming Mermista.
The only one out of the group who seemed to remain silent about all of this was Sea Hawk himself, adventure extraordinaire. There was a strange feeling of semblance he could find himself with involving Catra. That worried look she kept in her eye, the deep feeling of guilt, and the worry she would mess something up when everyone relied on her about it. He was the only one who could fully relate to what she was saying.
"...Uhh why don't you guys get the hovercraft ready?" He suggested jogging away. "Let me have a word with her." The others had nothing to argue against, though it didn't mean they understood what he had to say. They hoped that whatever it was, it was the one thing that could turn Catra's mind around.
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Why did they bother asking her about this? She was Catra, an ex-member of the Horde. Nothing she had to offer could be encouraging or helpful throughout the entire journey.
She tried being someone she wasn't before in Plumeria, and she screwed it up. She tried being herself the night of the Princess Prom, and she screwed it up. She could probably do nothing on this mission if she went with them, and knowing herself, she would find some impossible way to screw it up!
There was no end to the number of problems they could come across if she was the one taking charge of this mission. With her run of bad luck, she wouldn't be surprised if they were blown away into little tiny chunks the moment they set foot in the Fright Zone. In fact, she would be even more surprised if they went one minute through this entire mission without someone dying on her!
Every time she was herself something went wrong. She was cursed and regretful with little to offer whether she had the Sword of Protection or not. Suffice to say, regardless of involvement, everyone else was better off without her.
"Catra, wait!" She heard Sea Hawk calling to her, doing nothing to stop as she walked on.
"I already told you, I don't plan on coming with." He could tell from her tone alone that she was in pain, and not just from her refusal to go along.
"I know that, lass, I only wanted to talk." He was thankful as she stopped in her tracks.
"About what?"
"About you." He laid a comforting hand on her shoulder as he tried to soothe her. "Catra, I know fully well where you're coming from. Back in my younger days when I first started as a captain, I was wrought with fear and distress. Worrying about what I was doing half the time, what if my actions resulted in tragedy-"
"I already had this talk with Bow." Catra interrupted. "It's not a fear I have personally of someone or something, I just..." She hugged herself at the thought of it. "If I do something here, someone else is going to suffer for it. If I go on this mission too, everyone will pay the price, I just know it."
"And you don't think it's worth saving your friends for?"
"They're not my friends." Compared to the usual demeanor she had whenever she said that, this one was filled with a genuine sadness. She didn't like saying it as much as she used to. It was all she could say to herself to refrain from the guilt of the Princess Prom disaster. If she had no friends, she wouldn't have to feel as terrible as she did now. "They're people I work with. That's all."
"You don't say..." Sea Hawk, as opposed to being turned down by this notion, was actually a little intrigued. "Maybe the problem isn't that you're too afraid, Catra. I think your problem is you need a bigger push to convince yourself that they're worth fighting for."
"A push?" A push towards what? Risking her life for what will definitely be a disaster? Cause that's definitely something she wanted.
Checking to make sure the coast is clear, she watched as he dug a hand through the inside of his boots, pulling out a small pinkie-sized key with a heart as a ring. "Here."
"What is it?" Taking the key from him, she eyed it curiously. It looked a little fruity to her, something that Glimmer would probably have given the heart-shaped ring on it and the pink color she saw.
"Oh, I think it's best if you discover on your own." He replied smiling. "I recommend checking Glimmer's room at that. Maybe inside of a wardrobe at that?" He took a brief look behind him and then back to her. "We'll be leaving in twenty minutes. I really hope you get the right motivation you need to go." Without another word, he gave the girl a simple pat on the head and then took off down the hallway.
What was a key supposed to do for her? Was it supposed to show her some secret weapon they had or some hidden powerful magic that could aid them in their adventure?
Whatever it was force, a part of her hoped that it would be the key to what she needed right now...
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The room was barren and dark without Glimmer's annoying presence in it. Walking through the doors with a glum look on her face, feeling the small dresser along the wall with her fingertips, she sighed.
Looking back on it now, in a strange way, this is where all her adventures began since joining the Rebellion. Waking up next to Glimmer because she couldn't sleep by herself, going through the hallways with a pair of boots Bow helped her find in the Dressing Room, taking a trip to Plumeria as her first official meeting in the Rebellion. Everything that ever was came from this place, the place where it all started from.
It was a strange way feeling that loomed in the air without the dweeb's presence. Without her the room felt incredibly more lifeless for some reason. There was no perkiness that fluttered through the room, and no sense of sneakiness when Catra found herself stalking about the room for things to steal and make fun of Glimmer later for having it.
Which, is and of itself, rather dull since there were barely anything worth taking around here.
So what was she supposed to look for? Something in the wardrobe? Opening the wardrobe itself, she was unsurprised to see the numerous outfits Glimmer had. Apparently the girl had a lack of fashion sense to Catra's point of view. Her options on what to wear were either dresses, dresses, or more dresses. Was she supposed to wear one of these stupid dresses? Was that what he wanted her to find around here? What else could a young girl keep inside a place where she kept her clothes?
Shuffling around the clothes themselves and the shelf on top of the wardrobe, her hand brushed against something hard and wooden. Brushing her fingers closer to it, she managed to grab at whatever was supposed to be the big mystery behind this whole wardrobe. Pulling it out, she examined the strange box, walking her way over to the center of the room as she climbed towards the ceiling to Glimmer's bed, wanting a more comfortable spot to gaze upon her strange prize.
It was a box. A simple, book-sized, wooden box. There wasn't anything special about it other than the fact it screamed "Pinky" to her. It was painted in a crusty pink, the hinges of it had a vibrant gold coloring to them, and the padlock itself, big surprise, came in the shape of a small pink heart, no doubt the lock the key was meant for.
With a small breath to herself, examining the key itself one more time, she inserted the mysterious key, giving the lock a good twist until the padlock jingled itself, revealing the contents that this entire mystery was leading up to!
"...A book?" Catra rubbed her eyes to make sure she was seeing this straight. "That's it? No secret spell magic or weapon to help us?" Talk about the complete definition of the word lame! Oh sure, give us a book! It's not like an incredibly awesome powerful weapon or a magic spell could make things any BETTER! She almost wanted to hit herself for getting her hopes up like this, hating every minute she wasted of her life all for some stupid book!
At least until she saw what kind of book it was upon pulling it out. It was a Diary in fact. A simple, leatherbound pink diary, which, like the box, screamed Pinky's name.
Did Glimmer leave some sort of battle strategy or something in this? That might've been more useful. Maybe she left behind some contingency plan in case an event like this happened? Some secret plan that was essential if anyone else ever needed it? It was Planning 101 for events like this when it came to the Horde, and, seeing how she was a princess, it was possible she was taught to have situations like this too.
Against her better judgement telling her this was a complete waste of time, she decided to pop the diary open to the very last thing scrawled into it. She came to a page with a bunch of glittery headlines and sparkles filling the page with the words PRINCESS PROM written in bold. Figuring there was nothing else she could waste time doing, she decided to read along with it, imagining Glimmer's voice as if she was the one reading it to her.
Dear Diary,
This is it! The night of the Princess Prom, ooooh!
Catra rolled her eyes, picturing her squealing as she wrote that "ooooh!" in.
I can't believe it's finally here! This is the day we've all been waiting for, the day I've dreamed of since the last Princess Prom!
I got to be honest, I'm a little nervous. This isn't just going to be a Princess Prom with me and all my friends, this is going to be our first official Princess Prom involving a diplomatic mission!
All of it comes down to how well Catra does tonight.
Catra's eyes lowered a little in regret. A part of her wondered if this was some sort of magical diary that could change the history of the world if she edited any of the lines.
Everything is riding on her and how well she behaves in the Ball. We've spent the last several hours training and getting her ready for the Ball. She might still be a little rusty but I have faith in her. She's been trying her hardest lately and has been behaving a lot nicer to us since the events in Mystacor. I think she might really be close to calling us friends soon! All she needs is a little push!
I've got to go now, we've got a big night ahead of us! I can't wait till Princess Frosta joins our side!
Love, Glimmer
At the bottom of this diary's page, Catra found what might've been the most ridiculous thing anybody in the history of the world could have at the bottom of their diary.
It was, as the words under it read, a Friendship Meter. Of all the cheesy things she could've written, that might've been the cheesiest. It was in the shape of a thermometer, one sticking sideways as the meter started from the left. Within the thermometer itself, the bar was shaded up to about eight tenths of the meter, being one-fifth away, eighty percent, from being complete.
Is that how much closer Catra herself was getting to them? Was she actually getting a little closer to them than she thought?
Come to think of it, why was she wasting her time like this in the first place? It was a waste of time! Tossing the book to the foot of the bed, she grumbled as she curled her knees up again. There wasn't anything useful here! How was she supposed to get some sort of motivation or weapon through all of this garbage? Maybe she wasn't? Maybe Sea Hawk had some twisted senses of humor and this was all an annoying prank he came up with!
Now she was annoyed, irritated, and ticked. If his plan was to make her angry enough to want to chase him all the way to the Fright Zone, he was off to the right track!
... Still... she didn't have anything better to do... and when it came down to it, she hated having to worry about all of these stupid thoughts. They were annoying, obsessive. Poking her head out of the curled up knees she hugged herself with, she took another look at the diary at the foot of the bed.
When it came down to it, as long as she was reading she didn't have to worry about her own thoughts. Sighing to herself, she resigned herself to some more reading, picking the diary up again as she skimmed through to the previous adventure's log written in. As before, she read it as if Glimmer was talking to her.
Dear Diary,
We had a BLAST in Mystacor! Ooh, it was a fun experience for everyone! ...Well, almost everyone. It started off on the wrong foot for Catra. Apparently some black ghost lady named Shadow-Writer or something casted a strange spell over her, making her hallucinate and think all her fears were coming true and that she was surrounded by her enemies, and despite my best attempts at it, she wouldn't tell us what she was so scared of or why.
Why is she so stubborn like this? Doesn't she trust us yet? We're not going to make fun of her for being afraid of something, no matter how small or big it is. Sure, there's some fears out there that are funny, like people who are afraid of cheese for whatever reason, but even then it doesn't matter. No matter what she says, we're still her friends, and I wish she was more open with us and trusted us to tell us about herself, from all the parts she likes and all the parts she doesn't like, like her fears.
Aside from that though, we all had a fun time. Aunt Castaspella was instantly taken in with her, finding her cat parts cute. I even got her to make a sweater for Catra, you should've seen her face when she found out what she was wearing! LOL!
What kind of person wrote LOL in their diary?
After we saved each other from Shadow whoever, we spent the rest of our days relaxing and resting in Mystacor. Catra might not have shown it but she definitely had a blast! You could tell it from time to time with the way she smiled until someone looked directly at her, doing her best to hide her face.
Catra blushed a little as she remembered those instances.
I think her favorite part was the massage, because she wouldn't wake up till dinner by the time she got her last one. I can't wait to go back to Mystacor again, cause I know by then, we'll definitely be friends!
Like before, there was a little meter at the bottom, filled in at about 65%.
Looking back on it, did Glimmer make a bunch of notes about all the other stuff they've done together? She decided to check it out herself, flipping through the pages again until she came across one that screamed Dryl to her. How did she know which page it was? Because it's hard to miss when there's a bunch of doodles of wrenches and robot parts on the sides.
Dear Diary,
Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!
We're friends again! We're actually friends again! Well, maybe not friends, but closer than we were before!
Today was definitely the weirdest adventure we've had so far. Up to this point, it was a bit hard to tell if Catra would ever forgive me for what happened in Salineas. Every time I met her she just stared at me with a glare in her eye. Half the time I bumped into her in the halls I almost thought she wanted to kill me.
...Is that how Catra truly looked to her when she was mad?
But after today, everything's back to normal, and I can tell we reached a new milestone! It got weird during the mission when Catra got infected by some computer virus thing Entrapta built. I admit it was a little funny too, but still weird. She acted like a mix between a house cat and a tiger. She was protective of the people she barely knew, me and Bow, fought off any of the evil robots that tried to kill us, and, kind of like a cat, for some reason she ended up licking my face.
Catra nearly did a doubletake on that last line, covering her mouth as her face momentarily turned pale green. Immediately she licked her hands rapidly, trying to get any tiny bit of Glimmer's face off her saliva. She would have to drink acid before she ever felt clean again she was so disgusted!
Swallowing whatever lunch almost worked it's way up her throat, she continued.
I admit, I got really worried for a second there. Entrapta told us if we didn't fix Catra in time that the one we knew could be gone forever, and we didn't want that.
"They... didn't?" Catra asked herself. Those two didn't want Catra to be anyone other than what she was? Why? What was so interesting about the current Catra that they wanted to keep behind. Is it the fact this is possibly the only version of Catra they wanted because she can turn into She-Ra that times? That must be it!
Why... else would they want this version of Catra?
She's too important to us. Most of all, it wouldn't be fair. We don't want to change the way Catra is from how she is, no matter how much she hated me at the moment. Luckily for us, she pulled through for us at the end like she always does. Even after she was being controlled by the virus, she managed to fight through and stop the machines, just for us!
She doesn't really know what was going on through her mind during that time. The events that went on through her dreamlike vision was a little hazy these days, only remembering how scarring it was by the time she snapped out of it.
The best part of the day was the very end though. I finally decided to confront Catra about her hate for me. I didn't want to be like this for the rest of my life, worrying about whether or not she hated me or if she could ever get over it again. And to my surprise, guess what she said?
She said possibly the nicest thing she ever said to us! To her, she disliked us the least! After all this time, just when I was starting to have doubts if we were ever going to be friends or if she was never going to like us, she finally gave us a sign! I knew if we tried hard enough she might start to warm up to us! I really can't wait to see where it goes from here. Even if it takes a year, I know we'll be friends for sure!
Catra shrugged to herself mentally as she saw the meter, this time reading a whopping 50% full with lines exaggerating how amazing this realization was. She had a dozen rainbows around it, a butterfly or two, and she circled it repeatedly like it was the greatest thing ever!
Who knows what kind of marvel the next diary page had. Flipping quickly to the page, her curiosity was met with a grim outlook as she saw the lack of words this one had to it, with a giant noticeable X crossing out the meter entirely. She didn't even give it a proper introduction this time.
Diary
I don't want to talk about today, it was horrible. All I can say is-
Catra noticed some dried up tear stains on the pages, knowing it was from the events of Salineas. Did she really push so hard on Glimmer that day? Enough to make her cry?
I messed up. I messed up super bad. I don't know how it happened, but she counted on me for the first time. She said how she trusted me for the very first time since meeting me, and I let her down. I don't know how important this Adora girl is to her, but all I know is I messed up. She won't talk to me, she won't stand near me, she hardly wants to look at me. What if I ruined any chance of being friends with her? What if I ruined any chance of her helping us ever again?
All I can say is I'm sorry Catra. I'm so so sorry. I really wish I was brave enough to come out and say it to her in person, but I'm too scared. I've never seen her like this and I'm too scared to approach her when I need it most. No wonder she doesn't want to be friends with us. How can I blame her when I can't help her when she most needs it? I suck!
That... that wasn't right... She didn't suck to Catra... did she? She was mad, sure. she didn't want to talk to her for awhile, but...
"Is that really how I was?" She found herself asking again. What exactly was the point of this whole diary page reading? At first, it seemed a little interesting, and fun when you consider the fact she was doing something so sneaky too! After all, a girl's diary was full of private things, and who knew what sort of secrets lied dormant within the world of another?
Doing her best to ignore the saddening entry, she flipped over to the previous adventure's entry, specifically the one to Plumeria, the very first mission she ever did with Glimmer and Bow, indicated by the numerous flower drawings this time off to the sides of the entry.
Dear Diary,
Today I got to see a side of Catra I didn't expect from someone from the "Evil Horde" army. Today she showed a bit of her sensitive and neglected side.
All throughout the day, she was acting prideful. She was taking in the attention she gained from just being She-Ra, she made it a habit to show off in front of everyone as much as possible, and she was treated like a Queen who didn't earn it, She didn't turn down anyone who gave her the slightest bit of attention, and I thought she was acting like a selfish jerk.
But then I found out there was a reason for it, one I still regret not thinking about sooner because she was a member of the Horde. She wasn't craving the attention because she wanted it, she wasn't showing off just to show off.
She was doing it because she needed it. I don't think she's ever seen what true compassion and care looks like, and she was engulfed in a swarm of it. She was given so much care for the first time that she didn't know how else to act because of it. She needed the attention, she wanted to know how it felt to be cared for by somebody else.
In that sense, it's a really sad thought. To live an entire life where no one seemed to give you the attention you deserved, the attention you wanted. I wonder if I could've ended up like her at this point if my parents never loved me? The thought of it scares me, and at the same time I wish she could have a family. I wouldn't mind sharing mom with her if she wasn't scared of her. I'd be like her little or older sister (Note to self: ask her how old she is), and Bow would be like her brother. If dad was still alive I'm sure he'd love to meet her.
Catra shook her head at this with a small smile. Somehow it sounded exactly like something Pinky would say.
And tonight's going to be a blast! She doesn't know it yet but we're planning a surprise slumber party! I wonder if she ever had a sleepover before? Either way, I'm sure she'll be excited about it. Who knows, we might even be able to have a couple this week since I'm grounded for a little bit. Oh well.
Yeah, Catra was still contemplating how that adventure was for it. It was about the perfect balance between good and bad in a day, though she would've preferred the bad part of it first and then have it be as good as it was earlier that day.
In terms of the meter, it was filled in about 30% full. Maybe that was a little more than what it should've been, maybe not.
With all the stuff coming to her, she flipped through the pages again until she found the very first entry, the first one Glimmer filled in immediately after meeting Catra for the first time. It was also the biggest entry out of all of them.
Dear Diary,
This is by far the strangest day I've had. After mom grounded me this morning, I had enough. I wanted to prove to her I wasn't a child anymore and that I can be taken more seriously. So I did the most sensible thing I could think of at that moment- I ran away and went off into the dangerous woods with my friend in the search of some ancient First Ones tech.
Hey I said it was sensible in the moment only.
And after searching the woods for several hours, guess what we happened to bump into? A sword created by the First Ones called the Sword of Protection, and a cat. And no I don't mean an average cat, I mean a person.
Her name is Catra, and she's from the Horde. I really don't know what to say about her. At first, I thought she was a huge jerk. Throughout the entire time she tagged along with us because she wanted that sword, she was a pain. She annoyed me, picked on me, and for some reason decided to call me "Pinky" for whatever reason. Seriously, only my hair is pink, my outfit is closer to purple. Why not something like "Violet" or even "Purpley"? I'd take it.
What's so annoying about her is the fact the sword chose her. She saved us from a monster when she turned into some mystical warrior known as She-Ra, who was supposed to be a symbol of hope, peace, and prosperity to all. Catra is the exact OPPOSITE of that!
Catra's ears drooped as she felt like Glimmer was actually shouting that at her.
She's snide, she doesn't seem that interested in being a hero, and I'd hate to say it but I'm a little jealous. Why did the sword pick her to be the hero? Why not someone more fitting? Even my mom would make a greater She-Ra than her! She has all this power and she doesn't know what to do with it. I don't even think she can turn it off. Why did the sword give it to her of all people?
Was this supposed to be the big revelation behind everything? A whole page's worth of garbage and insults directed at her? If she wanted to be berated by someone she'd just stay inside the Horde for crying out loud! This didn't have anything useful to it, this didn't give her any motivation to go save her! It didn't matter if she thought this at first and changed her mind over time, for all Catra knew this is how she felt even today!
That was when she noticed there was a lack of a friendship meter at the end of it. Did she not have enough space to write it in? Reexamining the page, she noticed how it didn't seem to have much of an ending either compared to the other entries. Deciding to give it a check, she found the following page continued the diary entry.
But that's what I thought only at first. She still doesn't seem to know whether she wants to be a hero herself or not, but after the day's experience, I can say she has the qualities of one.
Is this the same person writing this all of a sudden?
Looking back on the days events now, she did a lot more than I originally thought. She saved us from a giant monster, she stuck by our side until I woke up. She got a Force Captain to call off a Horde invasion in the middle of Thaymor, and a few hours ago, I learned she actually saved a little girl named Kim from a collapsing building! She risked her life, the one she seemed more interested in, to save a child!
I felt stupid thinking she wasn't hero material anymore since then. Even if I still don't know what kind of person she wants to be, I think I know now what kind of person she is.
Anything. She is any kind of person she wants to be. She can be a glorious fighter, she could be the hero we need, she could very well be the person to save our entire Rebellion, she could be anyone she wants to be. She taught me a hero can come from anywhere, regardless of where they're born.
Throughout the entire day, I think what I learned the most is how dependable she can be. She might always be the one to charge in head first, she might be reckless, and she might even mess up a few times along the way. But deep down, I'm pretty sure, she can be the one thing this Rebellion needs most of all.
Someone who can be there for you when you need her the most.
*drip*
Catra blinked as she felt a single tear rolling down her face, making a noticeable wet mark on the page she was just reading.
Why? Why did she have to make her heart ache like this? Why did she have to do something like this to always get under Catra's skin? What did she ever do to her?!
Did Glimmer not like her? Did she get some sick amusement by making Catra's chest hurt like this? Why did she have to be so cruel to her? Why did she have to make her suffer like this? With this guilt, with this burden she's had since day one? Why did she have to be so nice to her from the very moment they met each other?
And when she looked down at the page, she saw the meter. Not one bit of it was filled in. All it had was a single question mark written within the very center of the thermometer.
She didn't need it anymore at this point. After everything she read, everything she's seen in Glimmer's Diary, she was pretty sure she knew where she was at that moment...
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*Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm-*
The mechanized skiff hummed to life as it was prepared. The winds wouldn't offer any resistance, the weather was nice and fitting for such a day like this, and the lack of clouds gave a much more positive omen than not.
The remaining members of the Princess Alliance looked at one another with uncertainty, all wondering the same various things. What would their chances be to go in guns a blazin' and hope for the best? What were the chances any of them could come out of this alive without any sort of plan? How much longer was Sea Hawk going to make them wait here? And was Catra truly going to join them or not at this point?
"How much longer do we have to wait?" Mermista groaned crossing her arms.
"Mr. Sea Hawk sir, are we prepared to leave yet?" Perfuma asked a little worried. Every minute they didn't leave was another minute the Queen would most likely make her way to the Fright Zone.
Looking at his Pocket Watch hit the hour mark, he sighed. "I really thought the lass was going to come with us..." He couldn't entirely blame her for being too afraid at this rate. Even after waiting an extra ten minutes, it didn't seem like she was going to show up any time soon. There was no sign of her at the door and they were already running out of time as it is. "I suppose now would be a good time as any." He said to the others. Shaking his head back to the empty entrance, he grabbed on to one of Entrapta's extensions as she helped him up to the skiff.
"Ok, so if we take it nice and slow, I think we can improve our odds of survival." Entrapta stated, tapping across her data pad as she wore her red-eyed mask.
"Are you kiddin'?" Mermista gave a grin as she punched her fist into her palm. "I say we hit something hard to make a distraction, then we'll pull those two out of there."
"Maybe one of the other members of the Horde would be willing to assist us?" Perfuma suggested. "If Catra was willing to defect, there's a possible chance someone else might help?"
"Are you kidding? None of those doofuses are anywhere as reliable as me." Catra sneered, leaning back in the skiff as it continued to hover.
"Well we have to do something, Catra. I mean if you're not going to join us then...!" Perfuma's, along with everyone else's eyes, widened in surprise and shock at the realization.
"CATRA!" They called out with joy in unison.
Sure enough, just like they saw for themselves, there was Catra, giving her usual cheeky grin and prideful smile to the rest of them.
"Come on, you guys didn't seriously think you'd last two minutes without me, right?" She commented, setting a small sack down in front of her. She didn't pay it any mind as Sea Hawk patted her on the back.
"It's nice to see you changed your mind, lass." He never felt so proud to have her as one of her crew members.
"I didn't think you'd actually show up." Mermista admitted. "You seemed sure of yourself when you said you didn't plan to go."
"Yeah, well... " Catra blushed a little as she turned away. "I'm just paying them back for everything up to this point. But if any of them ask you, I went with you guys kicking and screaming. Got it?"
"Fine by me, She-Ra!" Perfuma said with glee, preferring to address her by her heroic name.
"That reminds me, why did you have a key to Glimmer's Diary?" Directing her question to the moustache captain as she handed the key back, all other girls shot him a look of shock and anger as one of fear filled his own.
"I- Err... Don't seem to know what you're referring to lass-" Any and all attempts he had to cover up his involvement was shredded to pieces as Mermista grabbed him by the neck.
"You went through another lady's diary again?!" She stammered.
"Mr. Sea Hawk, I am surprised with you!" Perfuma exclaimed, blushing a little. "A girl's diary is one of the most sacred things on this planet!"
"I-It's not like I make a habit of sneaking into people's lives and reading their diaries, honest!" He panicked shaking his head. "I-I mean if I did that, I would know Mermista kept hers in a false bottom of her dresser-ACK!" He gagged as Mermista tightened her grip to the point of suffocation.
"I'M FEEDING YOU TO THE SHARKS WHEN I GET HOME!"
Despite the apparent threat made in front of the remaining Princess Alliance members, all three of the others just laughed at this silly display, Catra included. She had to admit, it felt a little bit better to laugh like this after everything she's been through, actually feeling like she belonged here for once.
At the sight of everyone together again, Entrapta lifted the mask to show off her grin. Like all the other times, she tapped away quickly against her Data Pad. Compared to all the other times, this time she was met with completely satisfying results. "I think our chances of everyone surviving this just raised dramatically." She happily stated.
"Then you'll like them after this, because now, I got a plan." As Catra said this, the skiff began to take off, flying through the air as they headed straight for the Fright Zone.
It was time to go save her Friends.
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A/N: And another fun-filled chapter done. As said, hope people are continuing to enjoy this. Hard part about this is continuing to make this both an emotional struggle as well as some happy times throughout the majority of it, something She-Ra 2018 does perfectly in my opinion.
With that said, shout out again to the fans who've kept supporting me up to this point! I hope you all enjoyed today's episode! Leave a like, follow, fave, and review if you enjoyed and hope to see you soon!