Alright, here's a small -and important- bonus for this week!

Also, since very few people noticed/bothered with it, I implore you to check out the thing I've posted on both my DeviantART and My Tumblr since I did spend a good amount of my free time working on it (Around 6 hours in total) It is tied to this story and this Chapter!

Here are the links (since the previous ones on my profile weren't displaying; Delete the *)

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My opinion on the season 2 finale (Both Episodes):

SPOILER ALERT!

*Standing ovation* It was amazing! It had Drama, Action, Romance, Suspense and THAT ENDING! While it was a bit rushed (the last scene was, like, 1 minute long...) the impact it had on the audience (and me) was still pretty... impactful, hehe. What I don't understand is why that many people were saddened by it. It's confirmed that Star does harbour feeling for Marco and chose to leave Earth to protect him! And frankly, maybe dear old Marco will realise a simple truth, and I quote *clears throat*:

"People say you don't know what you've got until it's gone. Truth is, you knew what you had, you just never thought you'd lose it."

Replies to the latest reviews:

Guest Sorta: I don't... I just don't approve of fanfics with homosexual content with underage characters (like Tomco...). Like I said, I generally don't give a damn about someone's sexuality, gender, race, religion, etc. + Love is reserved for a Man and a Woman; Nothing else.

Emojiswagger123: Why Star? She's an amazing Character... Do you hate her? The woman was introduced back in 'My Star' but I've yet to expand her backstory and her character.

FeMorgenstern11: Hehe, well, I've got lots of surprises in store for you guys! And thx! I tried my best to write the date and make it fluffy yet similar to the show.

LordThunderGamer: I wasn't joking. About a year ago or so one of my friends was messing around and found a site where you can hire a team of professionally-trained American Snipers for 200k to assassinate someone... Yeah...

Captin jar: Haha! Tricked you! But in all seriousness, I normally update once every 2 weeks.

DonDonatek: YOU'VE ABANDONED MY STORY!? TRAITOR! Hehe, just kidding :P. I do that too, sometimes; I got into a book then stopped reading it for about 1 month and then continued XD! And the finale was amazing! But... I guess my story does have the drug everyone calls 'Starco' so it should help patch you up after that rough 'Starcrushed' Episode.

RedHood001: Links are above (thx for informing me, btw)

Rock Raider: Well, not entirely. Star doesn't know about it. But it will play a decisive role at some point, with a twist, that is! And no, Buff Frog was just... there... There's no deeper meaning behind his presence... Don't judge me!

Connor Filbert: Sure. However, PM me with what exactly you wish to use and in what way. I'm a bit paranoid since the Episode 'Heinous' was nearly identical to what I had planned... But, again, I have nothing against it. Just PM me and explain what you wish to do :)

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Disclaimer: All characters from Star vs. The Forces of Evil belong to the creators of the show. The plot of this story and any original characters that may appear in it, however, do belong to me and I would kindly ask you to inform me should you want to use anything from this story in your own fanfic.

Beta read by ElleFreak.

Story cover by Luzz015. Be sure to check her out on DeviantArt!


Star vs. The Forces of Evil: Staring it up!

Chapter 4

Tears of Pain

Mewni, Northern Borders

A breath of wind blew gently across the village, a soft breeze carrying the freshly fallen cherry leaves across the sky. One were to expect the climate to be chilly and the land to be coated in white, such as the North was infamous for on Earth. On Mewni, however, it was a different, otherworldly story. The sun shone brightly at day and the bloom was bountiful among fields of lush grass and flourishing trees; A place where Spring was eternal, one could say.

A truly an idyllic place, most would say.

However, the term 'idealism' loses all meaning when one looks under the surface of things; It is only when you peel away the shell that you find its hidden substance. In one of the houses, a small palace in size, this would come to realisation...

"Hurry it up, will you!?" A deep and authoritative voice barked aloud. It belonged to a man clad in fancy blue clothing and with a neatly-combed black beard and a moustache. He was sitting at a table in a large room and tapping his fingers on the table impatiently. The cup in front of him was the cause of his irritation; It was still empty.

"I said, hurry it up! Now!" He repeated.

"Coming! Coming!" A tiny voice responded frantically from the other room. It's owner soon appeared; A small girl dressed in a robe of various blues which was vividly decorated with an array of flowers. Her eyes were purple and her hair hung loosely down her left side. It was of a peculiar colour, or colours, better said; various purples and pinks blending together with one another, much like the sky at sundown. Atop of her head rested a rather interesting object; a white cat mask with red features in certain areas.

The girl was carrying a teapot and bearing an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry it took so long, master. But I spilt the first pot by accident and then the second one slipped out of my hands and broke and-"

"Shut it!" He cut her off. She nodded and carefully filled the man's cup with the hot beverage. He sniffed it a few times before having a taste. He glared at her and slammed his fist on the table.

"This is awful!" He yelled and threw the cup at her. She tried to duck out of the way but was too slow. The resulting impact shattered the porcelain and spilt the steaming-hot liquid over her face. She yelped in pain and stumbled to the floor. Her skin felt as if it were on fire. She placed a hand on her cheek and winced at the sudden pain; It felt like she'd been stung by a wasp.

"You really are worthless, aren't you?" the man scoffed and slumped into his chair, "Can't even make a decent cup of tea..."

"I-I'm sorry, master!" The girl said, holding back tears, "I'll make more. Just-"

"No, you won't," said the man. He stood up from his chair and walked over to her. Glaring down at the frightened creature, he spoke, his voice harsh and filled with resentment, "I'm fed up with you! You can't cook, you can't clean, you can't read-"

"But you never taught me how to-"

The girl felt a sharp pain and was sent hurling back several feet by a single, powerful blow of the man's arm. "SILENCE!" He roared. The girl trembled in fear and crawled backwards to the nearest wall and bumped her back against it. The man pointed a finger at her, "I've been patient with you, child, but no more!" He whipped his hand and pointed at the door "Out!"

"Just one more chance! Please!" The girl pleaded and clasped both of her hands together.

"I said, out!" He repeated, his fury growing with each passing moment.

"But... I don't have anywhere else to go... Please..." She begged with tears in her eyes and a dishearted voice.

"OUT!" The man's voice boomed and terrified the girl. She cowered in fear before scrambling onto her feet and running away as fast as her little legs could carry her; The door of the house was left open as her flight of panic wouldn't allow her to close it.

"And good riddance!" the man growled, not a single hint of remorse in his voice.


The night sky was dark and cloudy. The Night was settling in and people were returning to the safety and warmth of their homes, ready to reunite with their families and share the tales of their day's thrills. An elderly couple, both neatly clothed and groomed, were walking down the main street when the woman felt a gentle tug on the back of her dress. She spun around and saw a small girl with a cat mask strapped on her head looking at her with glistering eyes.

"What is it, child?" She asked, clearly irritated.

"C-could you please let me stay at your house for the night...?"

The woman kept a straight face and asked, "And why would we do that?"

The girl looked down at the ground, "I got kicked out of my home and have nowhere to sleep..."

"Well," the husband spoke, "That's your problem, not ours."

"But it'll rain tonight!" She said and pointed at the dark clouds in the sky. A gust of cold wind blew and she shivered, "And it's gonna be cold! I could freeze to death out here!"

The couple exchanged an odd look before the woman removed the girl's hand from her dress, "Again, that's your problem, not ours."

"I-I was a servant! Surely you two need another!" The girl insisted.

"We have too many servants as it is; Might even have to let a few of them go..." the woman muttered. She then opened her purse and threw a single copper coin at the girl's feet. "There," she uttered, "You can probably get a loaf of bread for that. Now, if you'll excuse us..." she finished and turned around and walked away with her husband without so much as giving her a second glance.

The girl frowned and picked the coin up. She clenched her fist around it and threw it at the first building she saw before storming off.

After several failed attempts at persuading bypassers to show her pity and allow her an accommodation for the night, she slumped against a wall in a dark and damp alley and finally broke down. Built up anger, frustration, sadness; She let it all out in the form of teardrops -which ran down from underneath her mask- and forcefully muffled sobs. She was alone now. Then again, she'd always been alone. Now, however, she was truly alone. No family or friends. No persons she could call mum and dad. Nobody. She didn't even have so much as a single memory of two such figures ever being in her life.

Since a tender age she'd been brought up in that house, where she had to cater to owning family's every whim. The term 'maid-in-training' was an allusion, as was the word 'servant'. She was nothing more than a slave and she knew it. Well, had been a slave. Now she wasn't even that! She was just a little girl cast out into the harsh world where kindness was scarce and peoples' hearts were hollow. What made the matter even worse was the brutal reality that her former master's words hadn't been without justification; He was unarguably right about her. No matter what she tried -making food, washing the clothes, doing the dishes- it always ended in a fiasco and 'rewarded' her with either a beating or a night without supper. She really was a good-for-nothing.

"Could this day get any worse..." She mumbled. Just then, she heard a crack of lightning and felt a raindrop land on her head. Then another. Soon it began raining cats and dogs.

She sighed.

Figures...

The girl sat there and wallowed in self-pity as another crack of thunder shook the ground and sky. No, wait; That didn't sound like thunder...

She looked at the street and noticed the town's guardsmen, their armour gleaming and their weapons in hand, hurrying towards the main gate. She stood up poked her head out of the alley. With wide eyes she watched the horrid display unfold before her eyes; The city's main gate was breached and monsters were swarming through it and slaughtering everyone and everything they came across. The villagers stood no chance and the guardsmen were quickly brought down to their knees.

After the first wave of guards was defeated, smaller monsters, goblins by the look of it, poured into the city and, with torches and oil cans in hand, began setting the buildings ablaze. It wasn't long before a fiery inferno broke out, one that even the rain couldn't snuff out. The girl whimpered as a can of burning oil flew into an inn and set the entire thing aflame. She heard the screams of terror emerge from it as the people inside were roasted alive. One, a young boy, burst through the front door and let out a cry for help, begging for someone to extinguish him before succumbing to the flames and collapsing onto the ground.

She saw his face. His hollow eyes were looking right into her soul.

She didn't want to die like this, not when she'd yet to fully experience life.

She had to escape the onslaught.

So, without thinking, she made a break for it. With nimble movements she dodged every monster that stood in her path. The fiends were fast but she was faster. Where the sudden burst of energy had come from, she couldn't tell. But she didn't halt a single time; Not when people were killed right in front of her, not when injured villagers pleaded for her to help them before being silenced by the blades of the invaders, not even when she was outside the village. Fatigue was an alien sensation. She didn't think about it; Was unable to think about it. All she could do was run.

As she hurried through the dark forest, the screams of the villagers kept ringing in her ears. The droplets of crimson pouring down like rain were now etched into her memory. The horrid images of burning buildings and corpses were still flashing in front of her eyes. The look of death from that boy's eyes... Her mind was in a state of panic, expecting a monster to jump out of the shadows and end her.

She stopped running only when she could no longer hear the flickering of flames and the clashing of blades. It felt like several hours had passed when in reality it was probably a few minutes. Nevertheless, the sounds of battle had died out and she could no longer see the village. She stood still for a few moments, completely surrounded by blackness.

She felt exposed.

She needed shelter.

Taking a look around, the girl spotted a hollow stump and crawled into it, her tiny size allowing her to do so; Thank the heavens she wasn't any older. Once her body was surrounded by the makeshift shelter she sat down and curled into a fatal position, wrapping her arms around her legs, and wiped away the tears and drops of sweat from underneath her mask. She was tired, cold, hungry, and alone. What's worse, she no longer had a place to return to. Her master may have been cruel and the inhabitants heartless but it was still the place where she'd spent her entire lifetime. And now it was gone. The village, its people, the animals; All charred and slaughtered by the invading monsters. It all happened so fast, and she'd been powerless to stop them.

She took off her cat mask, revealing her bloodshot eyes, and studied it. Much like everything else about her origin, its was unknown. Maybe it was a gift from her parents? Or maybe a long-forgotten friend? Maybe her master had had some weird fetish and gave it to her one day to please his lewd desires? She didn't know. All she knew about the thing was that it was a neatly crafted piece and she rarely took it off. What's more, nobody else had another one like it.

She sat upright and strapped it back onto her head. Whatever it was, it was hers.

She leant her head against the wall of the stump and allowed herself a tired sigh. She gazed up at the sky, still filled with thunderous clouds, and closed her eyes. The sensation of raindrops against her bare skin was oddly soothing. Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a roof over her head...

She heard an odd creaking noise, like that of a chopped tree mere moments before gravity is declared the victor and it meets its inevitable demise. Strangely, the sensation of raindrops splattering against her face also stopped. She opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times at the sight; The stump had grown a makeshift roof! How the heck does a tree stump even do that!? It's not like a dead tree could read her thoughts! ...Right?

"I must be getting delusional..." she murmured. Either way, she wasn't going to complain about it. "At least I won't drown or freeze to death... hopefully..." she noted. Her robe was still soaking wet but it would dry off in a few hours ...Probably.

The girl yawned and slowly closed her eyes for a second time. She was too weary to think about the day's events; Not like she wanted to remember them. They were a misery, much like everything else in her life; If one could even call it 'life'... Maybe the land of dreams would allow her mind some much-needed respite? She let go of her consciousness and fell into a deep slumber, ignoring both the howling of the wind and the pouring of the rain.

End of Chapter 4!


FINALLY, the OC tagged has been introduced! You heard right! Many of you thought it was Comet but, honestly, did you really expect me to have a Star-lookalike be one of the main characters? Shame on you! Don't get me wrong, Comet will still appear but she is NOT a key factor in this story! Anyway, be sure to check out my DeviantART or Tumblr where I drew this OC! And no, it's not another 'cheap-ripoff' but it's the result of me putting a lot of work and effort into it for you guys!

Oh, and her name will be revealed very soon! Also, be sure to leave a review!

Until then! Bye!

Expected Update: Next week!