SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER
"VICES"
CHAPTER 1: Within Time.
You're not getting off the hook that easy.
Shadow Weaver slowly opened her eyes, the world slowly coming into view. The air felt...stale, thin. A cold chill ran over her body, draped with a thin cloak. Her memory foggy, she tried to stand - but finding no luck. Her feet were horribly deformed and twisted, and combined with slight disorientation, made her feel like a baby learning to walk.
As she collapsed to the ground, she finally focused on the environment around her. The room was very spacious and eerily silent, with runes she couldn't make out scribbled on the walls and exits on either end. The room's light indigo walls were stained with ash, and a terrible smell that was almost like...burnt flesh attacked her nose.
With great difficulty, she was able to get to her feet. Propping herself up against the wall, she noticed a small...object on the ground in the center of the room. Hobbling over - she noticed it seemed to be..A mask of some sort? Primarily red, with black highlights around the eyes and a small indent in the forehead. Something about it seemed awfully familiar, but she pushed it aside.
Using the wall to stabilize herself, she chose an exit and hoped it would lead her to the exit, and by luck, it did. During the long trek, her memory finally began to catch up with her. Her name was...Light Spinner-no, it was...Shadow Weaver. The last thing she remembered was...A big ball of flame. That she caused. It was...a sacrifice, for..Adora.
The puzzle began to solve itself as she thought about it harder, events becoming clearer. But she was..unsure how she was able to survive such a powerful spell. A spell she specifically conjured to be powerful enough to kill. Little did she know at the time, She-Ra had released a wave of magic, restoring life to the near-barren planet. This wave, as a result of her emotions at the time, also managed to revive Shadow Weaver from little left but ash.
A large set of double doors were what met her at the end of the tunnel, that thankfully opened by themselves to let her out into the Whispering Woods. The light of the moon beating down onto her face, she took a deep breath of air.
She took another step forward, immediately collapsing onto the cold grass. She didn't have a wall to cling onto, but she had to keep moving forward.
"Why am I...so weak? How…" She muttered, meekly. But the answer quickly dawned on her: magic. Her magic was gone. She was finally free from the Spell of Obtainment.
The Spell of Obtainment was a leech on her mind and her heart - forcing her to syphon power off other people. Making her unable to feel remorse, or guilt, or even pain. This spell twisted her body, rotting her flesh and crumbling her bones to dust. It was magic that held her together, that kept her alive, and it was gone. But somehow, by She-Ra's will, she lived.
She crawled to a nearby tree, snapping off a low hanging branch. Breaking off some excess, she was able to fashion it into a cane, and although not ideal, helped her move around far easier than she was before.
Limping onward, she grabbed an apple that fell from a nearby tree. Her teeth hated it, as they seemed to crumble to dust as she chewed the hard fruit.
After eating all she could handle, she kept on and was able to find a nearby stream. The moonlight reflected her face in the pale blue water. She stared at her reflection, long and hard. She wanted to scream, she wanted to slash at the water with her razor-sharp nails. But she didn't. A single tear slid from her eye, splashing in the water. Then another, then another, as she began to weep at what she had become.