A/N. This is very much a series of politically minded conversations and dealings with Glimmer being heavily overworked and relying on a few trump cards, this is incomplete as it's basically deleted scenes but I thought it would be prudent to release it as its own 8.25 chapter to give a better idea of Glimmer's powers and how Etheria is doing + it's political classes and Princesses.

See end notes.

Chapter Eight:

Remember.

It is not that the stars came to Etheria.

It is that Etheria came to the stars.

You're playing a game, I'm making war here. You know what will happen? They'll overwhelm Frosta and Mermista with bots, fire on Perfuma and draw Bow into the open and pin him down, Glimmer will run out of teleports and I'll be too fucking busy trying to hold everything down that all I can do is watch all of you be killed.

You wanted me to wage war, please let me. I-

I can't fuck this up, I can't fail you.

It's been six months.

Starships fell and rose to skyscrapers - puncturing the landscape with their wrecked presence.

Mighty castles that once dominated the topography retreated into underground bunkers.

Peoples lessened and then grew.

The aftermath is a different world.

Stars provide illumination at night and yet a chilling reminder of the interlocking of the present and the future.

Etheria is sort of familiar and yet eerily not so similar, for one the diversification of food is welcome - knowing that a late morning breakfast can be whatever the cooks dream up is a much appreciated step up from bland printed food of the same type every day for months on end.

The natural light shining in through windows, coming at first from above and between the few remaining tree's around Brightmoon and partially obscured by a wrecked battleship is a long awaited and dreamt-for sought after hope, the light is warm to the touch and a beautiful embrace rather than distant cold of lurid and discomforting fixed lighting.

But there is no doubt that Etheria has changed much in just nine short months, a time normally seen as part of a chapter in the annals of a monarch's history will probably require a book itself for just even a third of its history to be remembered properly. The sudden onslaught of galactic assault, the destruction to the environment by massive ships tumbling uncontrollably from orbit and the untimely culmination of a devastating thirty years of warfare has left terrible scars on the planet and its people.

Every day, Glimmer wakes up to a fresh meal on rotation and is reminded of this when the sun kisses her face and the first visible object out the window is a wrecked planetary bombardment cannon. The morning begins and ends with Bow in her bed and her friends at her side.

Well the friends that survived.

These days however are no longer comprised of fun jaunts against the forces of evil or recruiting new members to fight for the cause, those times are over and with a broken planet and a near post apocalypse avoided. Part Queen Glimmer's itinerary can be summed up in just three words.

Planetwide damage control.

And then most of the days consist of a meeting with the other princesses and surviving members of The Rebellion's council, sadly lacking generals and mostly comprising of just princesses now. Glimmer can list the non Princess's left in her circle on one hand. Bow, her father,her aunt and Wrong-Hordak. A list of people that should have been more but they're…gone now.

The war room of Bright Moon still has an uncomfortable air of emptiness to it. Vacant chairs representing the fallen and never moved out of respect outnumber the ones occupied. Hole's in the walls from damage either intentional or simply blasted out from shockwaves when the starships fell from orbit.

New faces sit on chairs ripped from storage. Some like Scorpia sit directly with their partners, others away from each other, the ones at the beginning like Bow and Frosta are relaxed and eager while Glimmer's father and his sister huddle together, Micah's twenty year stint of freedom having eroded his administrative and political abilities and he since forfeited the throne and returned to Mystacor for a teaching position.

With the assembled parties in place - each representing a kingdom, a tribe or a new group of settlers. Queen Glimmer leans on the grand war table with one hand and casts a ball of light in the air to signal the sixth council meeting of The Rebellion.

"Mermista, where are we with land reclamation and holding the sea back?"

The princess of the sea, dressed in casual clothes and a tub of ice cream where Seahawks seat used to be - mumbles and groans tiredly.

"It's going"

With an eyeroll and manipulating the ball of light into Mermista's eyes to wake her up, Queen Glimmer asks again.

"Mermista."

Mermista, with a tired shrug and a deflated voice lacking famed sarcasm rolls a chart indicating new water depths and land that's currently underwater. She's been through a lot and with the death of Seahaw - has lost a part of herself, visually.

"Seagates managed to contain most of the flooding from Seaworthy to Plumeria but the environmental effects have destabilized like other regions. I guess Thaymor and the Fright Zone are sort of flooded and the Crimson Waste's monsoon season is most of the year now- report over"

Could you be any more specific Glimmer mumbles under her breath.

Unfortunately, Mermista manages to catch that and for a few seconds the old one is back, except angrier and a water bottle on an empty table explodes.

"I'm sorry, is like having your boytoy not being killed by Adora made this easier for you by like any chance?"

Silence descends, mostly with some muttering. Frosta gawks awkwardly across the room, Perfuma and Scorpia turn their heads away and Bow clears his throat.

"Uh, I'm sure we can all-"

Interjecting with the classical diplomatic tone and a raised hand, Perfuma turns to Scorpia for support who nods.

"Work this out? Being at each other throats is such a negative action, think of the positivity we could achieve togeth-"

"Not right now, I'm talking to Glitter"

Glimmer with narrowed eyes and a clenched fist about having her husband referred to as a boytoy, is about to retort with something to level the playing field is stopped by Bow who lays a hand on her arm.

"Love, it's not worth it" He softly strokes up and down her forearm.

With a huff, Queen Glimmer bites her cheek and adopts her most impartial voice - one from learning and watching her mother's reaction and vocal tone when speaking to guests that Bright Moon was on neutral terms with.

"Thank you for your report Princess Mermista, I'm glad to have you clearing up our sea's and aiding our villages"

Mermista fixes Glimmer with a glare across the room, Glimmer raises an eyebrow back and shines the light away from the Princess, daring her to say something.

A few pregnant seconds go by, nobody speaks and Mermista; with a huff leaves.

"Guess she still blames Adora huh?" Bow leans in with a whisper, Glimmer nods sadly.

Castaspella breaks the ice and turns the conversation elsewhere, as she always has ever since her and Angella argued with Glimmer was a kid.

"So!" She rubs her hands together and with Micahs approval, conjures up a bunch of scrolls ranging from environmental maps to spells that litter the table from Perfuma's end all the way up to Bow's nose.

"I, with the assistance of my wonderful brother, had a little rummage around in the libraries of Mystacor! And together we-"

Micah actually drumrolls. And summons a plate of food.

"-figured out that our magic can manipulate and melt metal! Isn't that such helpful news!" Smiling broadly and clapping her hands together, Castaspella then levitates a piece of plating over from the wrecked battleship out of the window and Micah turns it into a brightly coloured plant plot and then adds a daisy for good measure.

Glimmer's response - a breath of fresh air out of having good news for once is sadly interrupted by purple pigtails sticking out of the ceiling, then a crash of a dozen recorders, Emily the robot falls through and takes a piece of the battered ceiling with her on the way down and Entrapta lands on top.

Scorpia reaches over to make sure she's alright but the scientist then takes one look at the plant pot and immediately launches into one of her theories.

"Oh! Have you finally figured out how to use the materials? I estimate there to be at least nineteen million tons of available base metallic units to use, I should be able to integrate them with our own existing technology base and meld the two into a combination of starmetal and locally manufactured material to the point of which I can then re engineer the methods used to produce it and then set up a domestic production facility so we can be self sufficient with regards to manufacturing high quality star metal material! Not to mention I c-"

With a practiced ability at this point to be able to redirect Entrapta's increasingly scientific driven tirade, Bow manages to steer the conversation into something the rest of the table (confused looks and open mouths) to understand.

"Entrapta? Could you slow down for a sec' please? Are you saying we could build this stuff on our own?"

Entrapta nods furiously, picking the plant pot up with a cybernetic extension and turning it back and forth, inspecting it with practiced eyes.

"Yes - maybe - eventually, tests are needed but with the abundance of material it should only take me two- no three! Actually .year"

Bow shifts focus to Glimmer -a question mark of "should I go ahead with this?" - Glimmer nods - Bow being her most trusted confidant and Prince Consort knows exactly what Glimmer wants.

"I see, do you believe it's possible to also fabricate or use the weapons in those battleships?"

Entrapta makes a humming sound as she probably contemplates actually ripping off orbital bombardment cannons and test firing them in the lab.

"Yes, I'd need additional manpower and facilities to be able to do it though, as you understand Bow I am only one person and I'd need help to be able to transport such technological wonders away from populated areas and land is at a premium right now do yo-"

"The Etherian makers society should be able to help and I think we could maybe-" Bow again looks to Glimmer for support.

"We can make some land available for you outside of the Fright Zone,, how quickly could you get this set up?"

"Tomorrow, the Fright Zone? Lots of buildings to test and it's basically deserted! A perfect testing ground for dangerous and beautiful space weapons the size of a house! I cannot begin to fathom how much we cou-".

Glimmer called a break and took a walk around the castle of Bright Moon with her husband side by side after Entrapta barged through and busted down a pair of few remaining intact doors in the war room in her excitement to start working,Bright Moon is a little eerie now - with half of the staff and inhabitants simply disappeared, dead or fled there's a lot more empty space now.

Despite the destruction, she's still wearing her pink bodysuit with its regal markings, keeping the asymmetrical hair bob and the flowing lavender cape behind her serves as a point of unity for the peoples of Etheria, if they still have their Queen - the Rebellion survives. And her own personal unification with Bow has a signifying gold wrist band made in a pair for the two of them.

Her husband has grown significantly, gone is the shaven face - replaced with the slow growing of a beard, his quiver remains but is tucked away and hidden behind a long light cape and his tuxedo is blue now, but the exposed midriff is still there.

Glimmer groans, rubbing her forehead with one hand. "Fucking Mermista has it out for us I swear" She massages that side that's starting to call out for a much needed morning coffee.

"Hey" Bow reaches out and links his fingers around Glimmer's unoccupied hand. "It'll be okay, she'll be okay again eventually but we can't leave her out, she did lose her boyfriend and whether or not she blames Adora for it-"

"I know, I wish this went another way but it's the hand we have, just a lot of people missing now"

"She still values us enough to actually come all the way over here, so we just need to not poke her and I think we'll all come around eventually"

"Netossa though" Glimmer gives a humorless laugh.

"Yeah I think she's a lost cause at this point, she'll keep going until she drops to be honest"

The net wielding princess hadn't been seen doing anything but hammering the few remaining holdout followers of the Horde ,whether Etheria or space based in her unending quest for vengeance.

"It's kind of sad really, she was devoted to Spinny but - now she's gone and the last thing I remember seeing was that look in her eyes"

Bow breathes out and leans in.

"Adora had that look too"

He says darkly.

"I mean couldn't you get know, her to start leading the armies? She's got the experience you kn-"

"She's not here right now and even if she did, not sure if she even wants to"

"Queen Glimmer?" Perfuma interrupts as she runs up behind them, Scorpia in tow who narrowly avoids shoulder rushing into a nearby guard.

"Princess Perfuma? How are you doing?" Bow waves Perfuma over who responds with a thumbs up.

"Pleasant! Even after the unpleasantness of today's meeting, with my future wife here and my energy in a bright green, I believe things are going okay"

Perfuma''s outfit hasn't really changed, except for her once long locks of hair being trimmed down - Scorpia is the one who has. Gone is the complete side shave as there's evidence of hair growth and the Horde outfit has disappeared entirely, the Princess of the Scorpion Kingdom wearing what is instead a simple tanktop with a flower emblazoned in the front that's joined with a Scorpion.

"And how is Plumeria doing? Specifically." Glimmer takes the moment to ask without others being present, she's since learned that taking people to one side and talking to them candidly is usually more useful than a grand meeting.

"Couldn't complain? Thanks to Princess Mermista's efforts , we're doing better than expected! Food exports including kale continue as you asked and our heart stone continues to provide us with everything we need" Perfuma beams, taking Scorpia''s hand in her own and summoning a flower on top of her head.

Remembering a plan she formed before the meeting that wasn't put into motion due to interruptions, Glimmer instead decides to put it out into the open now.

"I see, do you think you could increase production? We have massive food shortages in the other Kingdoms and the refugee crisis is getting worse, Plumeria is our breadbasket and we need your help in feeding everyone"

"Uh"

Perfuma blinks.

"We uh"

Scorpia instead takes the lead after visually sensing her girlfriends hesitation.

"Everyone in Plumeria is working on crops and extended harvests, we don't have any more people to spare to send food around".

"We need that food or else we'll start seeing riots, hungry people tend to cause problems" Bow leans in and whispers a nugget of advice that Glimmer - after a long lesson of not listening to it over a year ago - takes.

"We-"

She thinks of any readily available people that could help.

The barely functioning army that's needed for defense if Prime ever comes back? No.

Neither can anyone in the technical field since they're either under Entrapta's command now or are busy desperately rebuilding Etheria's shattered infrastructure.

Refugees are scattered everywhere and it'd take too long to gather them all up and even then it'd be a mixed bag of varying abilities.

"Bow? Any suggestions?" Glimmer hisses.

"We could always, y'know. Get those prisoners to work" Bow sideglances

"The Horde?"

"Yeah, maybe the Clone's too. Scorpia would the former Horde be able to work fields?"

Scorpia shrugs. "Probably, they'd prefer it to working in the Fright Zone"

Perfuma coughs lightly, trying to smile but it's clear she's got a strong opinion on this.
"If I may, Plumeria is a land of positivity and social progress, we cann- I will not allow people with a negative path in life to work"

Shit.
Glimmer needs those exports.

She needs to think of something,a sort of neutral but politically positive solution to this, some kind of soundbite that'll work over with the majority of people.

The Fright Zone has been mostly abandoned but it's people haven't, Princess Netossa might be hunting the last few holdouts but that doesn't mean they're all that's left.

"We can pay them!" She blurts out.

"Who?"

"And maybe they could earn freedom points or something"

"My Queen, who are we paying and who is earning "freedom points?" Perfuma fixes her with a confused sidelong glance while Scorpia raises an eyebrow and Bow's head kind of goes back and forth, he's so used to Glimmer telling him everything at this point so this is kinda new.

"The uh" Glimmer snaps her fingers and rolls her tongue. "The Clone's! Wrong Hordaks people and the Horde Soldiers left in the prisons, they're not doing anything other than taking up space. We could tell them they could earn their freedom and become citizens by working the lands or the battleships, and a bonus they're already pretty strong right?"

In the end , after much convincing about it being the more compassionate and socially right solution with a detachment of Rebellion soldiers to keep them under wraps if anyone goes wrong, Perfuma does agree (with minimal eye twitching) to have Clone's and "Hordies" work her farmlands while muttering about negative energy.

The two pairs say their goodbyes, Bow promising to see the soon to-be-married-couple in a few days, Glimmer trying her best to be level and positive with Scorpia who mostly follows Perfuma's MO of overly flowery talk.

"Oh Perfuma?" Glimmer calls with a side long look.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for the report on her, it was…"

One of the most depressing reads of my life.

She tries her best attempt at a smile. "Insightful"

And then Glimmer makes her decision of what she wants to do for the rest of the day, rather than talk endlessly through meetings that usually go nowhere or longue around signing forms, she and Bow are going to Mystacor.

Bow protests.

Glimmer teleports the two of them to the same field they've always landed on and then jumped off onto the magically inclined floating landmasses of Mystacor

A field connected to the mainland that is quite sadly now a fortified camp buzzing with drones, robots and a small ceremony of Clone's celebrating the imminent return of Horde Prime.

Prince Consort Bow actually swears.

"It's the exact reason we need to go all in, they won't be expecting us to to attack in full force"

"You don't understand - the Rebellion's been fighting always in small groups, we need to break the deadlock and send in everyone"

"Who's going in first? Me of course"

"I - I don't need She-Ra"

Resistance in Etheria post Hordak and post Prime is usually in small dispersed groups in the countryside or in the Crimson Waste - lacking signature heavy equipment from Etherian made tanks to space age Drones and support spacecraft the few remaining organized groups typically range from "being a regional security threat" to "can only threaten a small village", so the mop up operations months after the Armada fell out of orbit and crashed into Etheria went easier than expected. Some Clone's aswell as Horde soldiers put down their weapons and eventually attempted to integrate into society with mixed results from both themselves and the population.

Lonnie and Wrong Hordak being notable successful members.

These guys though. There's a security laser fence running all the way around, there's prefabricated structures,turrets and living quarters and even a shrine of Prime in the center. All in the same drab and bland colors of eraser white with no flaw or customization, compared to Glimmer and Bow's colorful, somewhat regal and bright clothing - the camp is a fashion disaster.

And there's lots, lots of Clone's. An entire company's worth of two meter tall identical frowning bald crested followers of a psychotic space Emperor armed with stun batons, arm cannons and with twenty heavy footdrone's powering up from crouches and a small airforce of now suddenly armed and active flying ones.

The sun crests over the cliff to Mystacor, the first Drone practically combusts with a flick of the fingers from the Queen. The area surrounding is all grass and vegetation - an idyllic paradise of wildlife considering it's probably one of the few area's that hasn't been torched ,battled over or had a spaceship crash into it and form a crater a kilometer wide.

Glimmer didn't intend to be directly here or even knew about this camp but she's been out of the field for far too long. Glimmer hasn't had a buzzing feeling like this since she wrecked Prime's ship during Entrapta's thermonuclear bombing.

She's spent month after month embroiled in meetings and diplomatic visits that went more along the lines of verbal trench warfare, never being able to get out much or even flex her Moonstone enriched powers.

Glimmer could teleport away to safety - she very easily has the means to - just by thinking of a destination and holding onto Bow and it'd make sense for someone of her position and importance to.

But.

Glimmer doesn't run away any more. And she's spent too long hunkered down without any real outlet other than endless diplomacy. Another month and the Queen's pretty sure she'd be climbing up the walls.

So a camp full of Clone's that follow Prime and with nothing around to worry about with regards to saving or simple collerator damage on valuable infrastructure and an irreplaceable people.

Glimmer would be a fool to pass up such an opportunity.

Besides, it'd be what Adora would do. She'd size up the situation, contrast it to her and the forces she had on hand and if it'd do, it'd do. She'd charge in and make sure it wouldn't be a problem for later on.

A philosophy Glimmer has followed ever since she met that red jacketed hair poofed asshole and best friend all those years ago.

Without even charging or serious effort, a purple null lance flies out of Queen Glimmer's fingertips that promptly slices through the forcefield, sets two buildings on fire and simply erases three Clone's from existence at the sub atomic level.

She's going to enjoy this.

"Uh Glimmer, I know that you have the Moonstone and everything bu-"

Glimmer teleports a specially made longbow and an arrow quill directly into Bow's hands.

"You were saying? Come on love, we've haven't done this in forever" Glimmer says nonchalantly as she uses a sparkle like flamethrower.

Bow's arrow knocks three Drone's out of the sky and he dodges a plasma beam. "Just saying, some forewarning would have been nice!"

"Hey! I cant see what's gonna be there when I teleport, we covered this stuff when I was twelve"

"Fine, fine, just. We should probably be back in time for dinner right?"

"It's a deal!" "Now let's kick back and relax okay?"

Despite Bow's reservations, some of which given their recent marriage and history could be well founded and the others are just his usual concerns, none of it matters though because, agaisnt the two of them with Glimmer's supercharged Moonstone magic and Bow's incredible marksmanship - the Clone's and their space tech with unmanned drones really don't stand a chance.

"Glimmer! What are we supposed to be doing anyway?"

Photokenketic blasts of light repeatedly boom out of Glimmer's hands as she teleports from each side of the camp to the other, creating a fiery whirlwind in the grass that steadily envelopes and then outright torches squads of Clone's and their buildings.

"Having fun! Are you?"

God its a breath of fucking fresh air.

Bow continues to down flying Drones with the same method that the two of them perfect - Glimmer teleports in the air (and basically somersaults) and clears the ground while Bow takes cover and takes out the air.

A squad of Clone's firing laser cannons? A beam of light from Glimmer's middle finger that is precipitated by repeated thunderous cracks of sound barrier that turns them into paste.

Two ground Drones readying missile packs to hit Glimmer as she teleports multiple altitudes and positions are disabled by Bow's emp arrows - courtesy of the makers society - pierce their armor and fly straight into the weakpoints.

Glimmer whoops as she backflips off a building, jumps in the air and speedily teleports between a pair of Clone before sparkle flamethrowing them, she's having fun.

Fun because it's like active duty again with Adora and Bow, when it was them against the world and honestly fuck Horde Prime and his Clone's in particular, they're responsible for the near destruction of the ecological stability of Etheria.

Bow keeps his cool and only says something when its to communicate something urgent, gone are the days of constant chattering during times of action when the best friends squad would be talking over each other, now they're a well oiled machine -Bow and Glimmer know each other's strengths and practically fall in lockstep. Or more of a complicated dance of death dealing really..

They're responsible for Adora, they're responsible for the millions dead, displaced and in near starvation.

Fuck them.

These guys? They deserve to die, and Glimmer will enjoy the exhilarating thrill of combat once again after what feels is eons.

Cascading spell casts of a combination of light and dark magic that open up pits in the very earth and swallow squads whole before closing up, a staff that briefly illuminates the area around it before it literally casts an artificial thunderbolt that disintegrates and evaporates all living tissue it touches. Arrows of different makes ranging from electronic electrocuting shock to armor piercing explosive.

Ten minutes later, the burning carcass of the Horde camp is reduced to rubble and corpses.

Mission accomplished.

Mystacor is next.

"Look, all Horde soldiers down from cadets to Force Officers follow their Captains without hesitation, if we take this one out then they'll be disorganized and run"

"You don't get it, we NEED to either bury, suffocate or kill them. There's no inbetween"

"Fine, I'll do it"

Afterwards Bow and Glimmer have a conversation about Adora, lamenting that she's not here anymore and that she threw herself into being killed and they have mixed feelings about her doing it on her own but also sort of understanding why, they just miss her and wish she could be around to witness and be with them and her friends as they slowly rebuild Etheria and look to the stars for the first time in eons.

Aside from the population decline like every other major settlement on Etheria - in all honesty Mystacor hasn't changed much, it's primary purpose of facilitating, training and serving as a primary location for Princess's learning their connection with the runestones, magically gifted scions of age old families and everyone in between. Glimmer trained here when she was young, some time after the believed death of her father, Micah and her mothers following a year long state of shock promoted the need for a magical education.

"Sorry about the meeting today, Mermista usually isn't like that and I was actually hoping to spend more time with you"

And now, despite the decades long war and the presumed death of a parent and the real death of another, losing friends and trusted associates from birth left and right.

"Don't worry about it kiddo, stuff came up but it's sorted now - thanks for getting rid of that camp by the way , they kind of just crept up on us - it's more embarrassing actually than threatening"

Queen Glimmer of Etheria is walking down a hallway with the former King Micah of Etheria, the former king and her father. A man who up until a few months was lost to the world, to his spouse and his daughter.

"I guess, it felt more like stretching my legs"

Now, crowned in the simple robes of a teacher and armed with an everyday staff and a casual headpiece, Micah seems to be more at home lecturing students and lodging with his sister while receiving visits from his daughter than ruling a planet and holding back an intergalactic space army.

With Castaspella and Bow in tow behind, the two of them conserving shared interests. Glimmer and Micah lead the way into the bowels of the teleporting city from transerving beautiful enchanted marble work of stonemasons and tall statues celebrating renowned figures to a more practical and neutral work. It's an area Glimmer never visited nor had reasons to.

"Did you read the report? Bow did this morning and it was a pretty sobering read"

Micah turns on the candle lights of a hallway with a gesture as they turn into it. His voice turns from the usual cheery "nothing gets me down" attitude to something more somber and brooding.

"-I did"

That was the end of that really. The lack of conversation that followed precluded the facilities they visited with even Bow and Castaspella's animated conversation slowly dwindling until the only noise they too made were simply footsteps and the occasional casting of convenient magical spells as they proceeded deeper and deeper into the colder depths of Mystacor.

Bow, did you read it?

Yeah-...yeah I did, wish I hadn't but it was mandatory and I kind of felt compelled to.

I'm sorry if it felt that way, but Perfuma gave all of us a copy and I didnt wanna leave you in the dark, I trust you more than anyone and you deserved to read it as much as the other princesses.

It's not that, I just-. How didn't we see this coming? Did we fail them? How bad were we as friends that they spiraled out of control and chose to do that rather than talk to us?

Bow I-.

Glimmer?

It's a question for the people trained for this to do, we'll do what we can and the best people are working on this, if there's a way to fix this, they'll find it. Do you trust me on this?

I trust you.

I love you Bow.

I love you too, Glimmer.

Basically the rest of the chapter falls into lockstep with Glimmer being there for Catra waking up and the two of them teleporting to the grasslands.

The main problem with having this is that Be Brave/Watch me burn was supposed to be entirely focused and self contained on the actions and reactions of the cast of the save the cat, so having significantly more characters felt like it was dragging away from what was basically a extended episode.

I hope this was a insight into how post Adora blowing up the spaceship (and dying) and Glimmer struggling to maintain control to the point of which she'd enlist catra's help would come along.

There wont be any more chapters or content after this, writing this fic has been emotionally and mentally draining, thank you for reading and as always -feed back would be appreciated.