Hey guys,been dead for a while have i?anyhow for those of you who haven't catched up,Marco is becoming more Mewman-like the more time it passes beacouse of his exposure to magic,Mawberty and yadda yadda.
I will try and update this as fast as i can,but i cant promise daily chapters,my shedule is petty irregural,so dont complain cuz im not in control of it,anyways enjoy this introduction!
Disclaimer:i dont own Star vs the forces of evil or these characters.
To say Star was having a bad day was saying little,first the argument with Tom trough the mirror,then her Mother dragging her to a Tea party with other princesse(the "Proper" ones) and deling with Glossarick(still without a brain),she was pretty much fed up with all this stuff.
She woke up from her nap groggly,The girl still could't understand why they call it "Power nap" if right after you feel like trash,but that was not was important was the light sound of flutter that could be heard.
Star was curious by nature,and this sound was way too suspicious to shrug off,she stood up from her bed and walked to the door that leaded to the corridor,stopping on her way to grab her horned headband from a nighstand,She opened the door and looked around,the fluttering was now quieter,but still there somewhere.
The blonde followed the sound,and found herself bumping against the door that led to Marco's room,the fluttering was louder now,she slowly turned the knob and peeked room was in order from her field of vision,and Marco was nowhere in sight,so she entered the room,taking a few steps back immedialtely after,surprised at what she was seeing.
Blue petals where littering the floor,starting from the bed and leading to a wall,where a blue coocon was situated,it was empty by the looks of it,and whatever was in there must have left recently as the light smoke that rose from it suggested.
The fluttering again,it was really close.
Curiosity getting the better of her,Star turned around.
And she had to choke back a gasp.
A blue figure was looking over her,their crescent shaped eyes staring into her soul,those antennas twitching sligtly at every sound,and that enigmatic expression,halfway trough amusement and apathy,their six arms were emotionless at their sides,while a pair of trasparent wings where flapping behind them,emitting a soft,gentle, fluttering noise.
The figure was wearing an unzipped hoodie with the hood up,the strings tied togheter in a small bow, a shirt with a writing Star had no time to read, and jeans with sneakers,all in different shades of blue,ranging from cobalt to powder blue.
Star didn't have the time to look at thei face,the figure flew around Star once,then,sensing no response from the stunned princess,flew trough the door and into the hallway.
Star grabbed a hold of her wand,stashed away in her boot,before running after them,something told her to not attack,but she still ran after them with a Narwal blast ready,this thing was not to be trusted until further notice,whatever it was.