As promised, the Chapter 8 Epilogue! I was simultaneously writing a bonus one-shot that I'll publish by the end of next week (So no chapter 9, but that'll come in 2 week's time.)
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Hello there: Ahh! General Kenobi!
Disclaimer: I do not claim the right to Star vs. the Forces of Evil or any of the characters that appear in the show. They belong to Disney and the show's creator, Daron Nefcy. I do, however, claim the right to the plot as well as any original characters that may appear in this fic, and would kindly ask you to inform me should you want to use anything from this fic in your own story. -jolleIQ
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Star vs. The Forces of Evil: Staring it up!
Chapter 8 Epilogue
Taken
Location: Diaz Household
"What a crappy day..." Marco declared as he and Star stepped out of the portal which closed behind them and walked over to the front door of his house.
"I'll say," Star agreed. "Jackie; my wand; some new evil organisation..." Star sighed deeply and frowned tiredly. "What a sucky situation to be in..."
"Well, it's there's really no point in sulking about it." Marco opened the door and gestured Star to go in first. "I mean, what's done is done! Right now we need to act. Fast."
"I know what you mean, Marco," said Star, entering the house, "It's all just hard to stomach for me and I'm still not entirely ok with you and Tom keeping this a secret from me."
Sighing, Marco followed her inside and closed the door behind him.
"I was worried when Tom said they might do something to you, and I couldn't let that happen. I'd rather they hurt me than you, Star."
Upon hearing that, the princess spun around and shot Marco a playful smirk.
"You are such a dork, you know that?"
Marco stepped closer and mimicked her facial expression. "Well, I'm your dork-" he then raised his hand to her eye level and pointed at the ring on his finger. "-and I am never going to take this thing off."
Star couldn't let his overconfidence go unpunished, so she narrowed her eyes dangerously and said, "Well then,
"Huh? Um, no, I mean I literally can't take it off. It's stuck for whatever reason." Marco demonstrated this by pulling as hard as he could on the ring. It didn't budge. "I'd have more luck ripping off my finger than removing this. I'm assuming that the same goes for you."
Star arched an eyebrow and pulled on the ring on her finger. Like Marco's, it didn't budge. "What the-" Star bit the ring several times and pulled on it with her teeth, unsurprisingly without much success. "It's like it's fused with my finger!"
"Yeah, kinda forgot to mention this tiny detail back there," Marco chuckled nervously. "At least you know now, right?"
"Great, yet another thing I'll have to tell mom about..." Star sighed wearily. She was not looking forward to the conversation, at all.
"Speaking of moms..." Marco led Star to the living room where he saw his mother sitting on the couch, her posture and facial expression anxious. "Mom, we're home."
Angie did not so much as look at them but instead kept staring blankly at the TV that was turned off. Marco and Star exchanged a curious glance, then walked up to the woman. Marco snapped his fingers before her face, snapping her out of the trance and earning a startled look.
"Mom, are you ok? You kinda had me scared for a second there," said Marco. "Is something wro-"
"She's... they took her..." Angie uttered, breathlessly. The duo exchanged a worried glance. Angie's gaze lingered on Marco for a brief moment, then stood up and walked over to Star, staring at her with an apologetic stare as though she was the perpetrator of the crime and was asking the victim for forgiveness.
"Star... Marco... I... They..."
Star took a step back, her air light and her legs wobbly. Star felt something stir within her, an odd, alien feeling new to the princess, a feeling so intense that it took a complete hold of her body and mind. All she could recall before hitting the floor as her mind went blank was Marco's panicked cry. But even her lack of consciousness couldn't free her from the haunting reality that she was now a prisoner of.
She couldn't explain why, but it felt like a part of her had been stolen, and she would get it back.
Yes, she would get it back.
She wouldn't allow Zora to be taken from her.
End of Chapter 8.
To be Continued in Chapter 9.
Hate Jackie yet? Yes? Well, you're about to hate a bunch of other people in the coming chapters, that I can promise you!
Till next time (2 weeks)
Bye!
