To Save Mermista

by LordofDupes

It has been twelve years ago since Hord Prime was vanquished and peace was restored to Etheria. Queen Glimmer has made good on her promise to restore magic to the universe. Perfuma and Mermista are sent to the newly discovered world of Ralkath with the intention to uplift the local populace, but find themselves in a hellish war unlike any other that had ever witnessed.

4. Epilogue

It was quiet onboard The Everlasting Spring. Perfuma was once again nervously pacing back and forth on the bridge, awaiting news on Mermista's condition. They had survived the siege and managed to retreat with most of their forces. Salineas' monarch was badly wounded however, and needed immediate surgery to recover.

'Your highness,' the chief medical officer bowed courteously before her sovereign. Perfuma didn't say a word, she just awaited the officer's words with bated breath.

'Princesses Mermista came to. I expect she will fully recover with time, but I would still advise that She-Ra took another look at her with those healing powers she's got.' Despite having to deal with almost legendary figures, the chief medical officer always seemed very blasé when talking to Perfuma. 'I have spoken to her a bit, but she must rest for now.'

Perfuma's eyes lit up like stars at the news. A shame she couldn't go and visit her now, but at least she was alive and well. 'Did she say anything?'

'Of course, your highness. She said, and I quote, 'I refuse to die here, I still need to get that sweater back my dweeby husband borrowed before I left Etheria', end quote. This statement was followed by a loud groan before I suggested she get some rest.'

It amazed Perfuma how, even after twelve years, Mermista was still unmistakeably Mermista. She dismissed the doctor and turned her gaze back to Ralkath, the chaos ridden planet. Whatever unified order the elders held of the world, seemed to have died with them. The Sprikha splintered in numerous factions that were more interested in devouring each other than taking any hostile action against the Etherians. It still bothered Perfuma that she didn't exactly know what the greater powers were that communicated with the elders, but she had the had the distinct feeling she wouldn't find out any time soon.

Soon, Adora's first fleet would arrive, and with one clean strike, would wipe away the dark influences that had corrupted the elders below. And while most Sprikha were only focussed with eternal war, some still possessed the capacity to reason, and would be given the choice to join the Bright Moon Empire amongst the stars. If that could be managed, there would still be hope for Ralkath.

Until that time, Perfuma would stare forlornly at the war-torn planet, wondering if things couldn't have gone differently.