A/N: 11.4K Pre A/N's. Hey guys! Not much to say here that I haven't said for the last several days. I had quite the fun time with this episode, especially towards the end. Why? You'll just have to read on to find out X)... hehehe...
Enjoy!
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"W-What do you mean... join the Horde?" Bow nearly stuttered as he lowered his weapons.
The day had taken many sharp turns throughout the day, all of which were leading towards a downwards collision course to rock bottom. To think the day would've started as a mission in an attempt to rescue their dear friend, Entrapta, the very princess of Dryl, who they thought had died in their attempt to rescue Glimmer and Bow, the very same people who set out on this mission to begin with. Instead, not only did they not find Entrapta, they ended up getting into a tangle with Adora, culminating into a fight that eventually ended with her capture.
With the Force Captain having wasted a majority of her magic in her scuffle with the duo, she was taken prisoner, forced to endure a long trek as her fever slowly built over time. But throughout the trek, it turned out to be anything but useless. At every opportunity, in every instance she had, she was playing the two. She saw the small notches and locks within their relationship, from everything that made it stand together, and everything that could rip it apart.
So, with nothing else to do than to be their lowly prisoner, with the prodding of her inner voice, she worked towards exploiting them. She showed one aspect of trust and kindness towards one, and absolute disdain towards the other. It was no surprise to her that out of the pair, the Princess was the one who was the most worked up, and the soldier, aka Bow, was someone who cared about others, even if they were on the opposite side. That was the very definition of someone from the Horde. Someone like herself.
Like Adora.
The day took an even greater surprise when the trio were discovered by Scorpia a few hours after their journey, in part thanks to the tracking signal on Adora's badge, unknowingly combined with Entrapta's direct involvement to get a read on Adora's whereabouts through her vitals. The girl was more than relieved to see one of her greatest friends in the world were okay, though she was outraged at the possible thoughts of pain and torture they might've put her through.
Along with this, it was thanks to Entrapta's timely intervention, or inventions in this case, that she managed to create a temporary sense of relief for the Force Captain, one that came in the form of a small red wrist band. There was no telling what sort of technological advances were grafted into the wrist band, not that it mattered to Adora or Scorpia. The moment it was around her wrist, Adora's fever heavily cleared up as the shadows within her veins receded to the wrist band itself.
With her fever gone and Adora safely back in the Horde's grasp, there was only one revelation Adora had to make that would make this day absolutely perfect, though, not before she proposed her offer to a surprising individual.
"You heard me." Adora said, lowering her hand again. "I want you to join the Horde, Bow."
"Are you insane?! There's no way Bow would join the Horde!" Glimmer shouted, running to his side. "You're the last person Bow would ever think about joining!"
"Your so-called friend can speak for himself, your highness." Adora brushed off with disdain.
"Umm Adora?" Scorpia whispered leaning over. "Is this still part of some trick or something? Because we already got you back."
"No trick, Scorpia. I'm serious." She replied, giving a casual smile back to the soldier in question. "I've seen the kind of person you are, Bow. You're someone who's kind, caring. You're always putting other people before yourself. You showed me compassion when I was your prisoner, you didn't let your past influence who you are. You belong with others just like us, Bow. You belong with the Horde!"
"I-"
"As if Bow would even want to join you!" Glimmer interrupted before Bow could respond. "What makes you think he would even want to join you in the first place?!"
"Hmm, let's look at the details." To Adora's delight, her powers were back on board as she manifested the shadows around her right hand as she counted off. "First, you're bossy, arrogant, refuse to show any sort of decency, even when addressing your own allies."
"W-What? That's not even-!"
"Secondly, you were more than willing to push Bow's idea aside from the very beginning." She continued, completely ignoring the defensive princess. "I would've been more than willing to listen to Bow's idea, maybe even go through with it! But you? The minute my name even came up in the conversation, you immediately shot down his idea like it was nothing, and treated him like he was nothing."
There was something about that alone that Adora could truly sympathize with. Treated like nothing more than a tool, being seen as a simple means to an end. That was the worst feeling Adora ever felt in her life, and she would ever want anyone else to feel like that. The way she was treated, the way Catra treated her through her life.
"And third, how about that little argument you had earlier in the cave?" She added, feeling more than crossed at the memory. "You completely shot him down back there, and treated him like an idiot! Bow's just trying to help you and the Rebellion, and yet you cared more about your petty grievances with me instead of just giving him a chance! What kind of friend are you?"
"I... I didn't..." For once, Glimmer was at a loss for words.
Was... Was everything Adora said true? Is that how it really looked to her? Looking back on it herself, Glimmer grew anxious. She was just trying to look out for the both of them and the rest of the Rebellion, and yet... How did it look to anyone on the outside? Arrogant? Bossy? Insulting? She knew her history with Adora was a driving influence on her decisions, but did she really end up taking those frustrations out on her own friends too?
"And in the Horde, he wouldn't have any of those problems!" Adora continued, proudly. "In the Horde, he would be welcomed with open arms! Everyone would respect, he might even become a Force Captain if he was willing to help enough." With another genuine grin, she raised her hand to Bow. "So, how about it, Bow?"
This.
This was Adora's plan all along. It wasn't just a game to play one against the other, it wasn't a simple means to an end. From the very beginning, she's been playing the two against each other in the hopes of dividing them far enough to the point that Bow would gladly join the Horde. And right now, looking back on everything Adora said, thinking of everything they shouted about, Glimmer couldn't blame him if he really accepted at that moment.
She felt like a terrible friend.
"Bow..." Glimmer's voice wavered nervously as she turned to him. "Look, Bow, I'm sorry about what I said, okay? I didn't mean to make it sound like I was insulting you or anything. But please, you can't join the Horde! Not just for me, but for the Rebellion! We need you Bow, and I'm sorry for arguing about your idea instead of just talking about it. It's just that-!"
"What are you talking about?" Bow questioned, shooting her an odd look. What started as a feeling of ultimate regret and sadness quickly turned into one of hope and joy as he continued, "I would never join the Horde, Glimmer!"
"You... You wouldn't?"
"Of course not." He stated, looking like he was about to chuckle. "You think I don't think I know she's been trying to get under your skin since we started? I already told you earlier, I didn't trust her completely." Turning to the Force Captain, he shot her a surprising look of certainty. "And she gave me more than enough of a reason to not trust her." Digging through his shirt, he pulled out his tracker pad and began to play it, revealing a rather startling line of dialogue Adora hadn't expected.
"Leave him alone? But it was just getting fuuuun~ What with the way you two were barking back and forth at each other, it would've been all too priceless if I wasn't responsible for any of it."
"So you are up to something!"
"Up to something, did something, doesn't really matter now. All I did was nudge Bow in a certain way to get him to be more... understanding. Reasonable. It's not my fault of a few seeming acts of kindness can make a guy so gullible. Heheheheh!"
"How... Where did you get that?" Adora stammered in surprise. There was no way he should've been in the clearing to record that of all things.
"I've been listening in on everything since the cave, Adora. I've heard every word between you two whenever I wasn't around."
"The cave?" She repeated questionably. "When did you have any time to...!" All at once, Adora's eyes widened as she remembered.
The look of surprise that the both of them shared was soon dashed as one of anger and hurt overtook Bow's expression, the archer giving off a small glare to her before walking back over to Adora, sitting next to the sleeping girl by the fire and patting her head, checking on her.
Almost immediately, Adora checked her person, specifically along her hair, until she pulled out the very item that brought the downfall of her plan.
A lone tracking device capable of recording anything nearby, one no bigger than her pinkie nail, and one she angrily crushed between her shadowy fingertips.
"You put a listening device on her?" Glimmer wondered, curious about the marvelous invention, and even more as to how many of those he possibly had.
"I knew she really wouldn't say anything too revealing while I was around, so I put it on her in case I ever got separated from you two."
"But... But why didn't you say anything earlier then?!" Adora never felt such a conflicting surge of confusing and angering emotions quite like she was now. It did well enough to distract her away from the dark veins that slowly started to spread away from the wrist band due to her boiling anger.
"Because I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, Adora." He replied. "I was hoping you would've told me yourself eventually if I just gave you the chance, but all you ended up doing was proving that Glimmer was right about you. I couldn't trust you."
"Nghhh..." Adora gritted her teeth, trying to think of anything from the day that could hopefully turn this opportunity around. "T-Then... Then what about your fight earlier?" She reminded. "In the Horde, you wouldn't have to worry about people disagreeing with you! They'd respect you Bow, I'm sure of it-!"
"And that's enough of a reason to betray her?" Bow questioned, raising his brow. "Adora, friends fight all the time, they don't have to agree on everything. Just because we had one simple argument isn't enough of a reason for me to betray her, and I wouldn't betray her for any reason either. Even if we ended up fighting for the rest of our lives, it still wouldn't matter, because she's my friend and I forgive her."
He continued on before she even had the chance to retort. "To be honest, it's not so different from whatever argument you had with Catra a month ago, Adora." The very mention of it was enough to make Adora flinch. While she didn't divulge every detail of what separated them, Catra gave enough information to know that she regretted her past. "She apologized for her mistakes, Adora, she wanted to make amends with you. And if you still can't forgive her after all of that, then the problem isn't with her, Adora. The problem is with you."
This... This was insane. Everything that she had planned for, all the work she put in from the very beginning, was all for naught. No matter how far she tried to push the two away, even when it seemed like they were at each other's throats, they were still together in the end, like nothing within the day had truly mattered.
What truly sunk in, though, was everything he included. Saying that Adora was the one at fault? To say she was the one with the problem?! He couldn't understand, neither of them could. It wasn't just a simple argument that they had, it was a revelation of their past. To see their life through their mature eyes, to realize just how little Adora truly mattered to Catra. Every day, she's reminded of the horrific revelation, and it sickened her to think about.
And now, he had the gall to presume that she was the one at fault? That she was responsible for all of this?
Noooo... Even without the familiar voice, ringing through her mind, it wouldn't have mattered. She knew who was truly at fault for this, for everything that turned Adora's life around. And for someone like Bow to insinuate anything other than the truth? For ANYONE to suggest such a thing?... It angered her. It angered her beyond belief. And it was taking all of her willpower to keep her powers in check, unaware as the shadowy veins grew along her right arm.
"Bow... thank you..." At the same time, Glimmer was thankful beyond words.
Even after all that's happened, with all the disagreements she had to day, she was truly worried. For a single moment, whether out of anger or simply to spite her, she almost believed Bow would've joined the Horde. Not out of mere betrayal or the like, but simply out of anger. She realized how terrible she was after today, how much she had taken him for granted. She was lucky to have an ally like Bow.
And she couldn't ask for a better friend.
"...I guess you proved me wrong after all, Bow." Adora commented, squeezing her fist as she stifled her anger. "There are no decent people within the Rebellion. You're just like the rest of them." There was so much she wanted to say in retaliation, so much she wanted to argue back. But knowing it was pointless, it would've proven to be a waste of time, one she couldn't afford while the effects of her wrist band were limited. "Scorpia... let's go." She ordered, turning around as she prepared to leave with the rest of them.
"Hold it!" Bow shouted back, raising his weapon again.
"We held up our end of the bargain! Now show us that Entrapta's okay!" Glimmer demanded, never forgetting about the real reason they went through all of this.
The very mention of it was actually rather refreshing to Adora's ears as she paused. With the fever, her failure to convince another potential ally to join their cause, and the lingering pain still within her mind, she had almost forgotten why she was put through all of this.
And the reality of that realization was enough to get her to grin back.
"Oh riiiight, Entrapta. Silly me, with all the fun we were having I almost forgot about her." She nearly chuckled as she had Scorpia hand over her tracker pad. "Then again, it's not really hard to forget about someone like her, is it?" She sneered as she set up the communications, more irritated by the memory of how they left her behind in the Fright Zone than her current situation. "Kyle, if you were preparing some elaborate death trap during that, call it off."
"Kyle isn't available at the moment." Entrapta could be heard announcing. From the other end of the comms, the seemingly senseless robot war that had engulfed the scientist's lab had finally ended, save for a lone droid that was being chased by Emily, who was trying to rescue a very frightened Kyle while he was being carried off. "But I've got it under control." As if to prove her point, with just the click of a lone switch, the last of the terrible droids had finally been disabled. "Don't worry. This was just the prototype. The next model will be much, much bigger."
There was a strange silence between Glimmer and Bow as they stared at each other briefly, overcome with a sense of confusion and unease as they looked back to Adora's pad.
"Entrapta?" Bow called out. "What's going on?"
"Awww, you wanna talk to her?" Adora smirked, flipping the pad over.
"Hi, Bow, what are you doing there?" Entrapta greeted casually.
"Just hang on, Entrapta, we're going to rescue you." Glimmer announced, determined more than ever after all the day's brought them.
"Oh, good! ...Rescue me from what?"
"From the Horde!"
"Oh. Well, that's nice of you. But all of my stuff is here now, so probably I'll just stay. Thank's anyway."
"Entrapta, are you on the Horde's side now?" There was no way Bow could be hearing this right.
"I'm on the side of science!" She decreed, triumphantly posing. "...Buuut I am living at the Fright Zone now, and the Horde is supplying me with tools and materials for my work. So, yes, I guess?"
"Ooooh, I forgot to mention that, didn't I?" Adora chuckled. "What with the busy day it's been, I guess it slipped my mind. Heh, whoops."
"But don't worry about me," Entrapta continued, "I love it here. I've made unbelievable progress in my research. And the Horde has been so supportive. Especially Adora! Is she a great friend or what?"
This was painful. Beyond painful for the Princess of Bright Moon, who could only turn away as she shut her eyes. All this time, right from the very beginning, it was pointless. The mission to rescue Entrapta, the hopes of reconnecting with their lost friend, all of it was for naught. It was too much for Glimmer to bare. She wiped an arm over her eyes to dry up any of her loose tears, unable to believe what she was hearing.
Entrapta had no desire to return to the Rebellion. She was with the Horde now. She was now their enemy. And it hurt.
"I'm getting closer every day to unraveling the mysteries of Etheria. Hacking the Black Garnet was just the first step."
"That was you?" Bow muttered, just as speechless as Glimmer was.
Before another word could be uttered, Adora casually turned the device off before tossing it back to Lonnie. "Hard to believe, isn't it? Why, I would be just shocked to learn the very person I abandoned, who risked their life to save my own skin, would suddenly switch sides, huh?" Entrapta was living proof of Adora's personality. She was sickened with the Rebellion after all they had done to rescue Glimmer, yet failed to do so for a lesser princess like her. It just went on to prove everything that Adora already knew.
The Rebellion was nothing but filth. Filled with nothing but traitors and backstabbers.
"Mmh." There was nothing else Bow could say at that. They had completed their mission, even in failure. They discovered Entrapta's whereabouts, and discovered where her side truly lied now. She was gone, and from the looks of it, there was no getting her back. There was only one thing left they could do at a time like this. "Come on, Glimmer. Let's go... Glimmer?"
This day, everything about this day, was horrible. They failed. Adora was a step ahead of them from the very beginning. In the end, there was no way they would come out about this day on top. Whether she played them in a ploy to recruit Bow, or simply went along with them as a good little prisoner, she had won. She knew she had won. And she knew that very detail since the beginning of the day.
And yet... Glimmer couldn't. As she squeezed her fist, she couldn't.
She couldn't let Adora have the last laugh. With blood pumping through her veins and her mind focused solely on the day's most annoying human being, she screamed.
"Haaaaaaaaahhhhh!" With a massive roar, she charged, pulling her fist back as she charged fist-first into Adora's face.
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*whoosh*
All that accompanied Catra as she stared into the puddle from the passing storm was the sound of the wind passing through the tall grass. The sound of wind, and her own reflection staring solemnly back at her. She just sat there trying to comprehend everything, squatting to her knees as she hugged them tightly, trying to think of a way out of this mess, and how to avoid any such mess like this in the future.
She wasn't a destined She-Ra. She was just fine with that. She didn't care anymore that she wasn't supposed to inherit the sword, it still bothered her thinking of what her life would've been like if she hadn't, but not as much these days, and she knew that making possible amends with Adora in the future would prove nearly impossible. All of this she had come to accept within the last month, and for the most part, she was just fine with it. So what wasn't she fine with?
Why?
Why wasn't she chosen for such a destiny? Why couldn't she have been chosen in the first place? She knew her personality hindered her potential, immensely. She wasn't a calm or collected person like Bow, she barely had any magic compared to Glimmer, and she lacked a kind heart in the beginning that Adora possessed, one that she was sure would've made her the better She-Ra. And if she wasn't a She-Ra, then what was she?
Was she just another Mara waiting to happen? Was she going to destroy the world at this rate like she did? Or was she going to go beyond that, and possibly involve the entire universe itself?! Such thoughts darkened Catra's mind, in addition to whatever the day brought out, and it frightened her.
She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't even hear Swift Wind coming, instead seeing him in the reflection staring down at her from behind first.
"Catra?" He called out as Catra closed her eyes.
"Go away, Swifty." She replied casually, waving him away.
"...Catra, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, is wrong." She insisted, nearly jumping the gun at the first word. "I'm sorry about what I said, alright? Just... Just go and play or whatever, okay? I want to be alone."
"...Um... no." Swift Wind simply stated, naturally to her annoyance.
"I said, go!" She repeated with a slight glare in the water. "I need to figure this out, okay? I'm just trying to think of a plan to get the Watchtower working."
"Okay." He replied. For a moment, Catra had actually thought he was about to leave until he saw the horse plopping his rear end right next to her, staring directly at her than the faker in the puddle.
"I thought you understood and were going to go?"
"No, I understood that you're trying to think of a way to fix the tower. I never agreed to move away. I'm staying right here, by your side." He announced, wrapping a supportive wing around her.
Not surprisingly, the magicat just huffed at this as she pushed the wing away, though, there was a small change in her emotions if his senses were reading this right. "Look, Swift Wind, I'm seriously not in the mood for this, so just leave me alone." She growled a little, walking away to hopefully distance themselves a little, only for the stallion to follow close behind.
"Not until you tell me what's bothering you, Catra. I'm your steed, and your friend. I kept your secret about your missing powers for the last month, remember? You know you can trust me."
"It's not a matter of trusting you, alright? It's just... Uggghhh!" Losing her patience, she raised her sacred sword high into the air. "For the Honor of Grayskull!" The transformation wasn't anything new to her, as expected. With a few seconds of the bright flash, she finally gestured to her imperfect form in her entirety. "There! You see what the problem is?"
"Hmm..." The horse contemplated any and all issues that Catra brought up in the past. "...You don't have pants."
"No-! Well... okay, aside from that."
"You want a different colored cape?"
"No-"
"You keep getting your tail caught on something?"
"No-!"
"Then what could be bothering you that you're so upset about-"
"I JUST DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE MARA, OKAY?!" With a bellowing roar, Catra slammed her fist into the closest column of boulders to alleviate her anger. Before she remembered the current state she was in, it was already too late. With such a simple strike, she watched as the massive rock shattered into dozens upon dozens of smaller pieces, each one of them floating away into the sky, by the gravitational pull this strange landmass had, or by the very wind themselves.
Dejected, the cat stared into her own two claws before squeezing them shut, along with her eyes. At the same time, her She-Ra form dissipated as she returned to the natural Catra state she was always known for. The one that was violent, the one that was quick to anger.
The one who wrecked everything.
"I just... I want to be a better She-Ra. Like an actual She-Ra. It's the only way I can avoid turning into Mara, from hurting everyone, and I... I just can't be..." It was a sole revelation that Catra had come to terms with. No matter how much she wished it for herself, even if it was for her own benefit or the benefit of her friends, nothing would change the person that she saw, inside and out.
"You're really freaked out about turning into Mara, aren't you?"
"No, I just like ranting about it pointlessly. Yes, I'm freaked out about it! Mara destroyed the world, maybe even the rest of the Universe, and she was a better She-Ra than me! What hope do I have to fix anything when I can't even fix a stupid tower to fix Light Hope? Or fix the rest of the world for that matter?!"
She wished it, she truly wished it. If there was one thing she wanted most out of the mess she created, it was to at least be the She-Ra she needed to be. Someone who was wise beyond their years, had the strength to turn the tide of war... and the kindness to keep those she cared about from being pushed away.
"...Catra?" Swift Wind spoke, approaching from behind her. "You're nothing like She-Ra."
"Okay, I am really getting tired of every person and animal saying that-"
"No, I mean it. You're nothing like She-Ra." Noticing the lack of attention from her, as well as the trembling frown on her face, he gently lifted her chin up by the tip of his wing. "But so what?"
"What do you mean "so what"? You could've had a professional She-Ra by your side, and instead you got stuck with me." She looked back into the reflection of herself given off the sword. Just like herself, the reflection was distorted, with different colored eyes greeting her back.
"But Catra, I don't want any professional She-Ra as my master." He stated, appearing cleared up in the reflection above her. "I'm excited to be your steed, I wouldn't choose anyone else to lead me."
"Well why bother with me?" She groaned, trying to walk away again. "You could have anyone in the universe, and yet you got stuck with me. Why bother pretending like you care when you could've been off with someone more qualified right now?"
"Because, you're my best friend." At this, Catra froze. For once, there was a change in Catra's emotions. Not one for the better, but one of uncertainty. A brighter change than the torrent of emotions Swift Wind had been sensing till now. "Catra, I don't care if you were supposed to be She-Ra or not. You could be the world's worst She-Ra, and I'd still stick by you. And trust me, you're not."
"You don't know that-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Catra was spun around as Swift Wind pulled her by the shoulder with his wing.
"I do know that! Catra since I've met you, I've felt how you've felt, and you've been struggling. You've been struggling harder than anyone I know. You've been struggling to change the world, struggling with how everyone's treated you, and you've been struggling with trying to change yourself for the better. You work harder than any other person I know. I couldn't ask for a better She-Ra than you."
"Swifty..."
"And you shouldn't worry about trying to be just like the past She-Ra's!" He continued. "You said it yourself, Mara was a full-fledged She-Ra, and she almost destroyed the world in the end. Who's to say none of the other She-Ra's didn't do the same thing in the past? If you ask me, you shouldn't worry about being the best She-Ra you can be. You should just work on being the best Catra you can be." At this, Catra lowered her head again to hide herself, though Swift Wind didn't need a connection with her to know just what she was feeling.
She was smiling, just a little. It was a solemn smile, but one Swift Wind could feel was comforted. For once, Catra actually felt heartened to hear what the horse had to say, and looking back on it, she wondered if she had been a bit too hard on herself? She's been stuck in a war since she discovered the sword, been forced to fight her past friends on some occasions, and even with her own feelings half the time.
This war was a burden on everybody, and looking back on it... maybe she shouldn't be so hard on herself? It's like she thought, they were in the middle of a war, one that was going to get harder as time went on. There was no telling how she would be by the end of everything, and if that was the case... then why bother being so hard on herself now? She had a whole future to prepare for, she had plenty of troubles that lied ahead, so there was no point causing further problems for herself.
She just had to be ready for the next problem to come, not draw the problems to herself. This was the kind of She-Ra she was willing to be, the one she had to be if she was going to tackle any sort of problem in the future.
And she had friend to be thankful for.
"Hey, Swifty?" Catra spoke up, still keeping her head down. Before waiting for a response, to his surprise and joy, Catra through an arms around his neck, still a little embarrassed at what she was doing. "...Thank you." At this, the horse lowered his own head as a sign of affection.
No matter what the future held for her, Swift Wind promised himself, and her, that she would never have to face it alone.
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The battle continued to rage on as Glimmer attempted to fight Adora head-to-head. Despite the minor headache she was still dealing with, the princess was struggling to land even a single hit on her. She dodged every swing swiftly, anticipated nearly every attack she would make, all the while mocking her at every opportunity to rile her up.
In an attempt to gain the upper hand, Glimmer summoned her father's magic staff from thin air, slightly surprising Adora from the sight. Even if she had used up a majority of her power since the day began, it was nothing to conjure up her father's weapon in hand, charging the Force Captain again as she attempted to swing at her from above at full force. Even if she blocked with her mere arms, it still would've left some injury from the strike.
Yet, Adora was still one step ahead of her, even at this. Within seconds of the swing, she managed to gather an ample amount of her shadowy power, forming a large arm of darkness over her right arm, and single-handedly blocked it with ease.
"Jeez, if you lead half as good as you fought, you might have been able to turn this war around a long time ago." She taunted. Although she appeared to have the high ground and the personal motivation to achieve victory, all that bravado would prove little in the end.
Just a mere several seconds into the block, still pushing against the solid staff, Adora's arm suddenly jerked with pain. Looking at it, her own eyes widened in surprise as the shadows around them were starting to become unstable, as if writhing in its own pain and agony, not unlike Adora when she was induced with a fever.
"What?" Adora grunted as her arm continued to be enveloped in pain. To Glimmer's surprise, parts of the shadow began to diminish little by little, being reduced in mass as she continued to press downward on the defending captain. Seeing the moment of opportunity, the princess grumbled as she pressed all of her weight onto the staff, nearly forcing Adora down to her left knee as she struggled to keep the shadows maintained while defending herself at the same time.
"Ghh... the prototype..." She mumbled to herself. She had almost forgotten that the wrist band Entrapta created was just the first in a long line of inventions she had made to help Adora with her issue. Only now did it dawn on it that it would be incomplete, filled with side effects that wouldn't become apparent until moments such as this, such as making the shadows unstable, and keeping her from unleashing her full power while she was still relying on it to stay healthy.
At the sound of the sight of the staff's head mere inches from her face, Adora's pupil slowly shrank as the weapon came only a few inches from her eyes, slowly gaining more and more ground while the captain was weakened. Thankfully for her, it was times like this that proved invaluable to have allies, as right before Glimmer could strike at Adora's annoying head, she was struck and knocked off to the side by Scorpia's elongated tail.
Sighing in relief, she shot a look of thankfulness to her friend who nodded in turn with a smile, both turning their attention at the same time to the downed princess as Rogelio and Lonnie attempted to jump her.
"Glimmer!" Bow cried out. Shooting one of his arrows at the nearby tree, he grabbed the rope that extended from one of his trick arrows and swung himself over to her side. Before the Horde soldiers could reach her, Bow managed to kick them off the edge of the small cliff they were near and into the bundle of trees below, narrowly saving his friend.
Adora still harbored a great deal of resentment towards the archer. Using an underhanded tactic such as placing a listening device on her, even if she truly was up to something. She would've happily explained herself in the future if the two ever became good friends, but that optimism had finally burned away, along with any hope for Adora to think there was someone else reliable in the Rebellion that would've joined their cause.
Anger still inside her, she yelled as she lunged for the soldier, wrapping her shadowy arm around his neck as she tightened her grip around him. "Forget the princess, she's powerless! Get this one!" She shouted.
As Scorpia raised her tail, preparing to strike, Glimmer slowly pushed herself from the ground, glaring at the captain who had made this day a total nightmare.
"I'm not as powerless as you might think!" She stated. Gathering every last reserve of her power, the princess teleported from her spot and reappeared directly in front of Adora and Bow, the former who was beyond surprise at the magic the princess still had left. "And we'll never let you win, Adora!" Blowing a quick raspberry at the princess, with one final tug, the princess pulled her friend from Adora's surprised grasp, and teleported the two to safety.
"What the-?" Was all Adora managed to say before her vision was filled with the sight of Scorpia's incoming stinger.
*WHACK!*
"Owww!" Adora could be heard screaming, the tremor in her voice scaring off a flock of birds from the nearby trees.
"Adora, I am SO sorry!" Scorpia could be heard apologizing as the fight came to an end.
"I can't feel my legs!"
As the fight came to an end and the Horde picked themselves up, off in the distance along the cliffside to the forest, Glimmer and Bow finally reappeared. The princes nearly dropped to the ground in exhaustion, having spent the rest of her energy for the day, but was thankfully caught by Bow mid-fall. At this the two smiled to each other as they carried each other home.
The day proved to be hectic and filled with disappointment, but at the very least, the two were alive and well.
And, most importantly, they were still together.
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At the same time, no later than when they were last seen, Catra and Swift Wind were caught by a surprise from their hug as Swift Wind's horn started to hum with energy.
"Swift Wind, your... Your horn..." Catra eyed the horn in fascination, wondering if it truly meant what she thought. "Is this..."
"Our Sacred Bond?" Swift Wind squealed in delight as the horn radiated with energy. From the great shine that transpired, the noble steed felt himself growing stronger by the second. Not two seconds from the horn's magnificent glow were the to drawn to the sound of a lowly hum coming above them.
Within the sky, centered within dozens of the flying pieces of land, they saw it. A mystical artifact, no doubt created by the First Ones, that radiated with the same kind of energy that was drawn from Swift Wind's horn. Instantly, the two realized that this was the center of all of it, the very key they needed to restore the Watchtower to its former glory."Oooh, this is it! This is what I've been sensing. This is the epicenter." The steed's positive energy didn't go without rubbing off of Catra a little.
Looking back at the reflection in her sword, one that was now clear and practical, she tightened her grip. "The last She-Ra destroyed this place." She stated, giving a small smile back to her friend. "I think it's time the new She-Ra fixed it." Raising the sword to the sky, determined more than ever, she said the sacred words. "For the Honor of Grayskull!"
All around her lights of a dazzling displayed danced across the scenery as her entire body shimmered with a sparkling glow, save for her eyes that remained pure light. With the humming of her sword, she brought sword to her face along with her illuminated hand, crossing them side by side until they formed an X in front of her.
With a silent breath, she began pulling the sword and claw against each other on opposite ends, scraping her claws against the mighty blade which danced with a sparkling light. As she did, little by little her outfit changed into a majestic white color, growing little by little along her body as she pulled the blade away from her claw. By the time her claw reached the end of her sword, her entire outfit had finished changing, now sporting a white colored vest with a yellow light image bursting from the center of a light-blue gem, along with a white colored short skirt across her waist.
Finally, she brought her empty hand to her face. She held it there as a golden light enveloped both her wrists, forming a beautifully golden set of bracelets. As a final piece, slowly pulling her hand away from her face as her helmet changed to a golden color, the spikes on the end growing several inches longer as they curved out against her form, just as golden pads stretched from the shoulders. And from their magnificent glow, the red cape slowly formed from behind her, connecting between the two as it slowly descended down to Catra's thigh.
With this, her transformation had come to an end, and She-Ra had been formed.
Without wasting a single moment, the magicat hopped atop her reliable steed, prepared to fix this tower at long last. As she sat, the two were enveloped by a small white glow, their Sacred Bond empowering the both of them as they nodded to one another. Blasting his wings, Swift Wind soared through the air as Catra hung onto his mane, charging headfirst into the epicenter of the Watchtower, twisting and swerving out of the way of the landmasses until they had finally reached it.
Energy gathered around her, Catra struck the sacred sword at the very tip of the epicenter's bottom. Instantly, a great burst of energy waved all throughout the floating continent, charging the multiple pieces of floating land, and bringing them all to life. Every one of them hummed silently with their own energy as the runes that were etched upon them glowed with power.
"Huff..." Catra sighed, feeling the wave of energy leave her all at once as she looked around. Drawn in to the epicenter's power, the duo watched as the floating structures started to converge on their point as they prepared to become whole once more.
"Don't worry, I got this!" Swift Wind declared. Before the floating pieces of land struck them, the horse gallantly flew off into the air, doing the one thing he did best. "Loop-de-loop!"
"Whoooa!h Hahaha!" Wow. Catra couldn't believe it, but as she felt the adrenaline kicking in and the fresh air blowing past her hair, she realized he was right- these loop-de-loops were kinda fun! And as the great circle came to an end, they watched.
One after the other, within the frame of the broken platform that hugged the ground, the Watchtower slowly became whole once more. The runes lined up perfectly within the structure, connecting to one another as they became a part of something much greater. Within seconds, pillars began to form around the colossal structure, shaping up and working together to become a grand symbol of Etheria.
In a way, it was almost like what Catra had just gone through with Swift Wind; coming together to accomplish a grand task.
With each of the pillars becoming whole Obelisks, the floating epicenter finally descended into the very heart of the Watchtower's head. In a brilliant hum, the Watchtower sprang to life as the runes etched upon the towers body began to spread, descending to the base of the tower, and spreading throughout the landmass in a magnificent glow.
They had finally accomplished their mission, together.
"Ok, I'll admit. That was pretty cool." She confessed.
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At the same time, within the inner sanctum of the Crystal Castle, the palace began to hum with life itself as its energies were slowly restored. Even now, from where she once was, her face still partially glitched, Light Hope became functional once more. With a distorted wail echoing throughout, the holographic being slowly came back to life, continuing her sentence right where she left off.
"Then I will be back to operation..." Light Hope paused, looking around the vacated room. Her sensors and processing informed her that some time had past since she last froze, and the data displaying the projection of the Watchtower confirmed what she had already analyzed.
"My sensors indicate they fixed it. Good."
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"Not a bad team, if I do say so myself." Swift Wind added, neighing cheerfully at the prospect. As he looked around, Catra gave a small smile down to him.
She wasn't the She-Ra she wanted to be, and chances were, she might never be. But as much as it hurt to admit, she actually found comfort in Swift Wind's words. She couldn't expect herself to become the best She-Ra of all, but she could easily become the She-Ra Catra could possibly be. It was a lesson she never would have come to understand herself if not for Swift Wind's help. She had to admit, it was rather funny in a way.
By the end of the day, she truly was thankful for a walking, talking, Horse.
*shiiiiiiiiiim*
"What the..." Catra blinked as the sword began to shine brilliantly. Looking back at his master, the two watched in awe and surprise as Catra's body began to glow again. It was a familiar sensation that Catra had witnessed just only yesterday, yet a part of her felt like she was dreaming. If this truly was the same occurrence, then that would mean...
"Catra, you're-" Swift Wind was just as awestruck as the feline herself, eyes widening as the glow slowly vanished to reveal what Catra could only have dreamed of.
Her appearance, the form of She-Ra, had once again, been improved. If the addition of a familiar and cherished pair of pants weren't anything to go by, the increase of strength that Catra felt flowing through her veins were.
Once again, Catra's She-Ra state had been improved, and her bond with the sword had strengthened.
"My pants are back!" Even with the proof all around her, she still couldn't believe it.
The month after the Battle of Bright Moon, after discovering her She-Ra stated had returned to normal, Catra worked tirelessly and endlessly to repair her shattered form, hoping to return to the previous She-Ra state that won them the Battle of Bright Moon, with little results save for a marginal two-percent increase, if even that. No amount of training, no amount of struggling, could return Catra to the oh-powerful state that she once was, and never thought she'd manage to return to such a form again.
Yet, within the last two days, not just once, but TWICE, after opening up to herself and those around her more, did she acquire two additional portions of She-Ra's form, strengthening herself and her bond with the Sword of Protection. It was practically a dream come true! She would've preferred regaining all of her She-Ra strength, but after the first month-long struggle, she wasn't about to push her chances.
This was as close enough to a dream come true, and one she would happily accept.
"Haha, way to go, Catra!" Swift Wind cheered, supportively. "You did it."
"Yeah... well..." Catra scratched the back of her head as a small blush covered her way, shifting her eyes away. "Thanks for... you know... the help and all. I... kind of owe you one."
"Ha, think nothing of it! I am your Noble Steed, after all." He reminded, proudly. Catra started to wonder if he even had a negative emotion at this rate, not that she'd want to see his mood dampen anytime soon.
"Come on," Catra kicked at his side a little as she grabbed his mane, "we gotta show this to Bowey and Pinky. They're gonna be so psyched about this!" She could hardly wait to see what sort of reaction the two had. Maybe at the rate things were turning, she could place a bet for how long it would take her to unlock another portion of She-Ra's power?
"You got it, boss!" And with that, Swift Wind cheerfully soared into the air, just as excited to see the look on their faces, and overjoyed to feel the rush of happiness emanating from Catra's emotions. "Catra and Swift Wind went off on an adventure, fixing the-" He paused suddenly as he shifted his eyes back, remembering Catra's earlier annoyance with his singing. "Ehh I mean... never mind." He decided to just focus on the flight, unwilling to dampen Catra's mood.
Yet, it actually, in turn, did dampen Catra's mood as her ears drooped a little. All he's been doing since becoming Catra's steed, even on this very mission, was trying to help her to the best of his ability, and to be the best steed he could possibly be. Even though she was sure she'd regret, she did appreciate everything he did today, even more so after obtaining another portion of She-Ra's power.
With a hearty sigh, rolling her eyes a little, she gave in. "Ah go ahead, it beats flying silently the entire way." Instantly the horse beamed as he nearly lurched forward with surprise and joy, immediately returning to his singing.
"Haha! Catra and Swift Wind went on an adventure! Fixing the thing that Mara broke when she went nuts~" As much as she hated herself for saying it in her mind, she did have to admit.
The song was rather catchy...
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"I'm really sorry again, Bow." Glimmer said as she continued to patch up the scrape on his arm.
The day for the arduous duo was a rough one, one they never wanted to repeat again in the history of their lifetime. Unfortunately, with the war raging on between the Rebellion and the Horde, chances were pretty slim that they would be so lucky.
After the long trek back to the castle, narrowly avoiding Glimmer's mother before she could question their injuries, the two found themselves resting back within Glimmer's bedroom, scraped and bruised in several places along their bodies, but at least they were alive. The same couldn't be said for their spirit, however, that felt crushed after the weight of today's journey.
Entrapta was now, and possibly forever, within the Horde. The Princess of Dryl, the one friend they left behind, was now working for their very enemy. Did she truly mean everything she said? was it all for the sake of science? Or did Adora somehow manipulate her into joining them, or actually force her to work against her will?
Whatever the case, they knew that there was no chance of them ever getting her back anytime soon, if at all. And as long as she remained within the Horde, they would continue to unleash stronger and more devastating weaponry against the Rebellion.
"Glimmer, I already said, I forgive you." Bow repeated, twitching a little from the injury. "Besides, you were right all along. I couldn't trust Adora, and I really shouldn't have. If you listened to me, Adora could be in here right now sabotaging everything we had, or blowing stuff up with her powers."
"Mhh... No, I was wrong, Bow." She admitted, sitting next to him as she looked to the floor in a slump. "I let my history with her get in the way of what was more important. I should've been trying to convince her to join us along with you. Maybe we could've really convinced her to join our side if I just tried, but instead I let my emotions get the best of me."
"Glimmer..."
"You were right all along. It's not about me or my history with her, it's about the Rebellion, about all of Etheria. We're supposed to be the ones stopping the war, not trying to continue it. And... I'm sorry for that." Staring at her, the archer gave her a small smile as he patted her shoulder.
"Heh, I guess it's better that both of us were wrong in the end than one of us just being wrong, huh?" At the comment, Glimmer let out a small chuckle. In a way, it was a good thing both of them were wrong about this. If either of them had gone through with the plan and Adora betrayed them after, they would've been left with nothing but guilt and despair. In a strange way, two wrongs here did make a right, or at least a better wrong.
With that off their chest, the archer's mood dropped a little as he continued to remember the rest of the day. "We know now that Entrapta's still alive... and working for the Horde, making weapons to wipe us all out."
"Mmh don't remind me." Glimmer groaned, lying back on the round bed. "I almost forgot why we even went on this mission to start with. We went on this mission in the hopes of helping Catra grow more at peace and stronger. What are we supposed to do now?"
*crash!*
*Neeeeeeeigh*
The both of them nearly jumped out of the bed from fright as the room's door came crashing in, followed by the inane sound of an excitable horse who kicked his front hooves proudly in the air. The second he slammed them down again, the two were greeted by the sight of a surprisingly eager Catra jumping from his back with a single flip, proudly presenting herself in all her glory.
"C-Catra?" Glimmer questioned, almost baffled by the strange excitement in her.
"Haha! Who else than yours truly?" She cheekily asked, twirling her sword as she took it out.
"That... might've been the happiest entrance I've ever seen you make." Bow commented, still blinking in disbelief.
"And why wouldn't it be?" She grinned, gesturing to herself with her sword. "Check it out! I've unlocked another portion of She-Ra's power, and just after yesterday! With two days in a row, I'll be back to She-Ra's full power in no time! Haha!" The energy radiating from the magicat slowly dwindled as she noticed the dower mood the two were in. "What's wrong with you dweebs? Did somebody die or something? Eh heh...heh heh... ehh..." The atmosphere within the air started to drown the girl with curiosity and unease, her ears drooping as her tail slumped to the floor.
"Heh... h-hey, what's wrong? You didn't take the whole "dweebs" thing seriously, did you?" She joked halfheartedly as Swift Wind stepped to her side. Even with this, the solemn looks of miserable duo didn't change in the slightest. If anything, they looked even more glum than they were before. The tension had finally engulfed the magicat as she reverted to her normal form, a twinge of worry creeping up on her mind. "Guys? What's... What's wrong?"
The other two turned to each other solemnly for a brief moment. If they weren't worried enough about breaking the news to her, they were more than enough now. Catra had achieved more in a day than she had in the last month, and they wanted to do nothing more than to celebrate with her! Yet, the reality of the situation called for honesty, no matter how much the truth hurt.
They couldn't put off the revelation of today's adventure, nor could they pretend everything was alright. Sooner or later, Catra would've found out the truth anyway, and there's no telling how much worse off she'd be then compared to now.
With a moan, the princess teleported from her bed to the ground before Catra, her head still lowered as she struggled to raise her eyes a little. "Catra, we... We have something to tell you. It's about Entrapta." Instantly, the excitement surging through Catra's veins had vanished, with her nerves becoming shocked enough to drop the sword.
For the rest of the time, the two struggled to explain to Catra as easily as possible about the day's events. As the scene slowly shifted to the outside, they went into detail about each and every thing from their recent adventure, as well as the tragic reality of their situation. While not every miniscule part was explained, specifically about Adora, the news was tragic enough to put the magicat at her wits end.
All throughout the castle, on that day, from the very bedroom to the border of the Whispering Woods, not a single living soul went that night without hearing the magicat screaming in rage.
"SHE WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"
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"Ugh..." Adora groaned as she rubbed her head again after exiting the washroom. A simple trip back to the the Fright Zone, a relaxing hot shower, and comfortable grey shirt and pants woolen pants for pajamas could do nothing to remove the feeling of unease from Adora's person.
Her mission in hopefully recruiting a member of the Rebellion was a bust. She didn't know if everyone was like that in the Rebellion, or if Bow was just a single exception, but thanks to him, she could no longer take that chance. As of now, the way things stood, she couldn't trust anyone anymore if they joined the Rebellion. If the Rebellion recruited anyone before she could, there was no way she could trust them again. Not to mention the memory loss she was suffering.
Throughout the rest of the day since coming back to the Fright Zone, she was struggling to remember a majority of the day's events. She knew the important parts, of course. There was no forgetting that. She tried recruiting Bw, failed, fought, then went home. But between that and everything else that happened since then, everything else was such a blur, and it was getting harder to remember the events she could recall as the day drove on.
And that wasn't even her biggest issue right now.
Ever since returning to the Fright Zone, despite recharging her powers, Adora was stuck with a mild headache. Even though Entrapta promised to improve the next wrist band for Adora's sake, it did nothing to comfort the Force Captain's pain, or the tingling feeling she's had on the back of her neck all evening. She tried taking medicine, resting a little earlier, and taking a relaxing walk through the zone, yet nothing worked. With the hours drawing closer to the night, all she could do for herself was wash her hands before going to bed, prepared to do whatever she did for the Horde the next day.
At least she had the comfort of having the room to herself for the night, in part thanks to the insistence of her friend Scorpia saying Adora needed to get as much bed rest as possible after all she's been through. With a quiet empty room there was little she had to fear, with or without her powers possibly going berserk in the middle of the night.
At least, she thought as much.
*whoosh*
"Huh?" Adora blinked as she heard something behind her, seeing a strange shadowy figure through the mirror. Turning around quickly, she scanned the room from top to bottom, blinking in confusion as the room was just as empty as when she entered. "Hello?" She called out, wondering if someone was just hidden from her view. With a few seconds of silence, she shrugged to herself as she turned back to the mirror, figuring it was her imagination.
What followed only made her wish it was her imagination.
*creeeakkkk*
"Ahh!" Adora yelped in pain as she dropped to her knees, squinting her eyes tightly. All at once, it felt like her hand was on fire as a searing, burning, pain began to stem from it. She squeezed at her wrist tightly, hoping to stop the flow of whatever the cause was to no avail. What's... happening?! She screamed inside her head, daring herself to open one of her eyes to see the problem, only to gape at the horror she witnessed.
From the very tip of her fingers, little by little, her right hand began to rot. It looked as if it was starting to decay, to age rapidly, as it spread slowly throughout her hand. It grew along the length of it one inch at a time, bringing with it an unbelievable pain that she couldn't explain. She couldn't tell if she was having a nightmare or if this was reality, with neither scenario bringing any sort of pain like this.
The only fortune that came from her moment of agony was the fact it quickly ended, with the pain still tingling in her right hand for a shot while after. "W-What... What is..." She couldn't bring herself to finish her sentence. She rubbed all around her hand to make sure this wasn't some sort of dream, feeling the crusty skin creaking a little as she tried to rub off whatever brought this bizarre transformation. From her fingers down to her wrist, her entire hand was decayed beyond measure, looking as if it had aged a hundred years in a few short seconds.
"No..." This had to be a dream, or some nightmare she couldn't wake up from. Immediately, she ran back to the sink as she turned the knobs on full blast. Clearly a good rinsing was what she needed, right? There was no way this was all too real. There wasn't anything different about the day, she was sure of it. It was the same as any other day-
Adora blinked as her train of thought came to a halt. "The fever..." Looking back on it now, it was almost frightening how silent the voice was within her head as she experienced the fever for the longest time she's ever had. She couldn't fix her current state with another recharge, she had to push through the fever from start to finish, the first time she's ever had to!
Could this be a drastic side-effect? A major one, revealing what would happen if she didn't recharge her powers on time?! No, no, that couldn't be right. Surely, this would wear off eventually, right? She just had to scrub her hands harder under the hot water. There was no way she would wake up with this in the morning-
"Hey, Adora."
"Ahh!" Adora yelped as she fell back from the sink. With all of her worries and all her panicking, she became oblivious as a lone figure presented itself in the mirror till now. The sight of it was something Adora had never seen before, yet had seen every day of her life.
It was her reflection staring back at her, only one with a more sinister grin as it spoke on its own. If this was a nightmare it was the most realistic one yet, because the reflection moved all on its own, as if it was alive. No, not as if. It was alive. That could be the only explanation for it, because the next thing she knew, the reflection, which was staring down at her from the mirror, slowly walked its way out of the wall, slowly pulling itself from the metal, through the mirror and through the sink.
"Mmmh~" The reflection hummed to itself as it stretched its arms. "It feels sooooo good to be out, now."
"Ha... Haaaah!" Adora roared out as she gathered her magic again. Whatever this thing was, whether it was a manifestation of her own powers, it had to be put away. Nothing about this was normal, and that was saying a lot for the world that they lived in. With the shadows gathered, and her powers restored, it was easy for the Force Captain to make a whip-like tentacle through her magic, lashing it directly at the mysterious, albeit recognizable, figure.
And all it did was cause the reflection to smirk as her shadow moved harmlessly through it.
"Strike one~" It teased. "Strike two!" It continued, chuckling as Adora attempted to swing at it again. "Are you sure you want to tempt a Strike three?"
"Ngh... Hahhhh!" If her magic wasn't going to work, then there was always physical strength. With her fist pulled back, she attempted to strike the target as hard as she could. Unfortunately, all this did was further the reflection's amusement and Adora's surprise as her whole body went through the figure, and slamming her fist painfully into the wall. "Owww!"
"And sheeee's outta there!" With Adora rubbing her aching fist, baffled with these strange events, the reflection started to chuckle as it casually walked towards its counterpart, the "real" one if you were to ask. Adora felt a strange twinge of fear in her heart as she slowly backed up to the wall.
She couldn't fight this thing, she couldn't hit this thing. There was no telling what this thing was capable of if Adora had no chance of striking it.
"W-Who... What are you?" She needed to know, she just had to. Nothing like this could possibly be real, yet the strange vibes going off through her heart was telling her it was.
The reflection came to a stop as it finally stood right in front of her crossing her arms as it grinned. "Hmm... What am I, what am I?" It questioned out loud, playfully tapping her chin. "Hmm... does this ring a bell?" There was a brief pause as the reflection's voice suddenly changed, deepening and twisting into a familiar tone. "Exploit them..."
"T-That voice..." It was one Adora was all too familiar with, one that had given her the chills for the last month. "Are... You're supposed to be my conscious, aren't you?" She didn't care how ridiculous the guess sounded. When your reflections suddenly comes to life and start talking to you, nothing about it was close to the word normal!
It went on to add to the reflection's amusement as it burst into a fit of giggles, holding onto its side as its voice returned to Adora's normal voice. "Pffft tchahahaha! Oh my gosh, that's a good one! Hahaha! Haaaa..." Slowly coming out of her hysterical laughter, pretending to wipe away a tear from the laughter, the reflection continued to grin. "Sure, we'll go with that for now. Consider me your conscious, the little voice on shoulder."
Adora had finally snapped. She must've. Maybe she was actually having a fever-induced nightmare and she was back in the cave, still being held captive by Glimmer and Bow? Maybe she really did fall asleep already and she was completely unaware that she was dreaming? Anything sounded more reasonable than a reflection suddenly coming to life and claiming it was her conscious!
"What.. What do you want?"
"What do I want?" Somehow, her conscious's grin managed to intensify, giving off a brief moment of silence before leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, right next to Adora. "The same thing all conscious's want, Adora. All I want to do is to help you be a better you." It smirked.
"And we have a lot to talk about..."
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A/N: And with that, we are FINALLY-OMG-ITS-ABOUT-FREAKING-TIME Done with the episode! Gooooooood this should've been done literal months ago, I swear X/ I apologize to all the fans who had to wait, even more to those who are burned out with the lack of writing quality i used to have. I think I slowly am returning to the same level of writing, but it'll probably still take awhile before im back at full strength. Curiously enough, the more I write from my mind than directly from the show, the easier it is and faster it is to write, hence I really gotta get back to the swing of things, which should be a bit easier with the following episodes.
On the bright side, with only 7 episodes, it shouldn't take too long to get to season 3, and even then finish season 3 after ^^ Granted, it'll be about the same amount of time as finishing a whole season rather than half, but depending on how you look at it, it'll go quickly ^^
So, hope you all enjoyed! Leave a like, fave, follow, and review if you enjoyed and hope to see you soon!
P.S.: props go out to Star Saber for assisting with ideas for some of the scenes!