It's important to note, for the sake of continuity that Scott's vanishing was nothing as Star had seen before. He hadn't spawned a portal or anything, rather he just dissolved into thin air, leaving her hugging a whole array of nothingness. A note was still floating in the air, at arm's reach from her, strangely enough. Star was a bit scared of the whole situation, but her carefree attitude served as the antidote to her fear, so she bravely grabbed the small piece of paper that was gently gliding on the breeze, inside.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine…"

Now, there was this thing as well. How did he find the time to write and spread these notes, even though he was kidnapped right before her very eyes… That thing was unsettling to her. Did he really have this kind of inhuman reaction time, or his foresight actually peaked before such events. She concluded her brief rationalization by saying that he had a shelf of notes at his disposal and whenever the opportunity arose, he would skip through his infinitely big amount of paper and pull out the appropriate one. Star was left standing alone in an empty room, trying to recover from a weird experience by going through another one.

In the meantime, Scott was not having the time of his life either. He was surrounded by a blue haze as he was flying at twice the speed of light through cosmos, looking back at the plethora of words he had left behind. He was far beyond the fabric of Mewni and Earth, as the two places intertwined to form a quantum state of matter. At the time he was and wasn't in space, and he could and couldn't be floating towards an unnamed goal. It was all purely theoretical.

Scott had cracked the code of this mysterious physics mystery, but he wasn't allowed to reveal his findings to anyone outside a select group of people… but that wasn't what mattered now. He saw the destination the strange light guided him to… It was a translucent sphere that was impossible to be seen with the naked, not-magical eye. He phased through the walls, and then, free will was returned to him.

He was left behind an enormous gateway, its imposing arch, in an unusual form… It cast a tri-dimensional shadow, somehow. On each side of the immense entrance, there was an immense warden, standing as tall as the door he was guarding. Scott looked at them for a second, seemingly baffled by their imposing appearance. They were tall, old men, their gray beards sweeping the floor beneath them. Their black hands were clenched on a sword, they held as if their life depended on it. They had no eyes, or rather they were masked by the long mane the two sprouted…However, under their messy hair, he could see their empty gaze… Unfazed by their majesty, he passed by them, saluting.

"Good day, Sirius. Good day Omega. It's nice seeing that you didn't change a bit, given our time apart."

"Your politeness cannot absolve you of your deeds, Saturn."

"Heh…It's been a long time since I had renounced that name, Sirius. It's great to see that you still use it."

He wanted to pass through, but the guards' swords crossed, blocking his path.

"Not yet. The council is still preparing. It will be three more seconds."

Coincidentally, three seconds later, Omega, the silent guard, mumbled:

"Walk, mortal." The contempt in his voice was uncanny.

He left the 'waiting room' and proceeded to walk down a pitch black hallway. He couldn't see anything in front of him, despite he knew the layout, very well. Torches on his left and on his right, absorbed the light, rather than emanate it… He knew why he hated this place. It was filled with paradoxes, funny given the leader's name. Light sources giving away darkness. Wardens, supposed to keep unwanted guests out, letting them in, this place was a dilemma and a great one. His steps, didn't make a sound, although his breathing echoed throughout the entire length of the corridor. This was already getting on his nerves.

Suddenly, light flooded the long narrow hallway, as it transformed into a large aula for that matter. Heaps of stairs, hosted the bodies of numerous beings, sharing the same phenotype, the only differences being slight color alterations. The shape of the arena resembled that of a colosseum, with the seemingly royal family, resting comfortably in a large balcony to look over the show beneath. It's interesting to note, the abundance of male characters in the picture. The only women-like silhouettes were spotted in the aforementioned loge.

A newcomer would be amazed and baffled at the size of the area he was given, but Scott was no newbie. He had actually been there before, and this event brought back painful and dark memories, despite the happy consequences that followed. He knew exactly why he had been so surreptitiously been called to the stand. He was going to be trialed and judged for his mishaps.

As soon as he set foot on the shiny platform, he was supposed to be on, the plethora of eyes focused on him, each pair burning holes through his skin, even though he couldn't see them all. The fiercest glares were given by the seven godly beings that formed some sort of council. Their eyes were not blank, rather filled with the symbol of their names. Scott knew them by heart…

"Saturn," Hyperion, the chairman took the floor.

"Spare me of this, please. I know the drill." Scott mumbled annoyed.

"SILENCE, MORTAL!" Enigma, yelled at the insolence the mere human displayed…

"Look, I've got a lot on my plate at the moment and time is of the essence, so…" Scott got interrupted.

"You know, we exist outside of such puny concepts…" Paradox calmly explained.

"But this, doesn't pardon his daring." Oxymoron said, emotionless.

"Ahh, I can't help but laugh at the fact that apart from Hyperion, you chose to have basic grammar concepts named after you, despite your apparent omnipotence."

"We know our limitations, but we must address the situation at hand," the chairman said,

"Saturn, you are here because of your lack of care for our rules. You will be judged as a member of the organization we had created eons ago. You have the right to defend yourself by any means, apart from violence, which we strictly forbid. You are accused of breaking our code for a total of three times in one single life of yours. How do you plead?"

"Seriously…I plead not guilty, and predict that your arguments will be complete hooey. Proceed with the court proceedings."

"First offense, directly interfering with the path we had agreed upon for the Butterfly family," Hyperion started the prosecution's opening.

"And what is that path, again?" Scott asked, trying to build his defense on the vagueness of the rule. His plan was foiled instantly.

"You were there as nothing but a silent guardian, a teacher in times of need only, a protector should the opportunity arise and never were you allowed to tamper with their lives apart from the aforementioned conditions. You had broken this code ever since you had been appointed, for lack of a better word, but we had let it slide because your unwanted contribution was not hindering the general course of action. The balance was still maintained in that entire universe, good reigning supreme over the forever growing evil. But now, due to you hampering with the situation, evil had grown more powerful than ever and the forces of good are not even close to them. The scale is completely broken and in your desperate attempt to restore it to its original self, you had done nothing but fail to follow the code even further accentuating your wrongdoing. Your defense?"

Scott didn't really know how to handle the situation. He had been called before this court for many a times before, but it was only for a mere briefing. Now, when a lot more hinged on the outcome of this trial, he had to calculate each and every step of his journey… For the first time, he had uncertainties, not being quite sure what he could do to absolve himself of his mishaps. Perhaps, that's the way it had to be. Consequences are to be experienced after all, even by the most omnipotent of beings. He knowingly glossed over his rules and guidelines and this had gotten to him after all. He had only one point to make, but in the cold world he got his powers from wouldn't care much for it…He still had to try:

"My defense…Come to think of it, I don't have any, but the fact that I am only human."

"You are far beyond that, Saturn!" Enigma shouted irascibly.

"Yeah, sure. I must make mistakes, believing they are right, but now… you are beings of immense power, right? Looking back on what I did, do you find it all that destructive? Didn't I actually help by interfering, even though it was breaking the code? For example, take a look at the Eclipsa situation. She had grown evil over the years of her reign, but I didn't stop it…I let it run its course and look what's going on now. I have to oversee the evil that Toffee will spread and not try to fix it? Even though, as you said it greatly outweighs the power of the forces of good? May I remind you, that your directive of me not stepping in, has led to this impervious disequilibrium?"

"You are not to question our beliefs, you are only to follow and obey them, is that clear? Albeit necessary to intervene, you weren't asked to, therefore you had failed to follow orders. Your point is void and mute." Paradox said in his usual tone, Scott himself had adopted for a couple of his split personalities.

"True," Hyperion followed Paradox's words, letting his heavy head fall in his hands, thinking. He had a certain liking for the boy ever since their first fateful encounter, yet he was a being drawn from a few lines. Failure to compel was not supported. "You are on trial for three offences. Since we had discovered that democracy and majority are defining principles of the universe, we had come to the decision that should you manage to convince us to drop two of the charges you are faced with…You go out, scot-free" Even higher beings are prone to exaggerated puns…

"Thank you, for your kindness, Council." Scott said to them.

"Your next offense is…trading in the gifts we had bestowed upon you, in order to deny the laws we had established for the universe you reside in," Hyperion recited his speech. "Paradox will now enlist the powers we had given to you, and the damage you had caused by trading them in."

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, before continuing with his undisturbed tone. "We gave you the ability to control space at your own will, the raw energy, not found in humans, that allows you to make use of the magic around you, immortality, which was necessary in order for you to fulfill your given purpose and lastly, an innate ability that we had amplified, specific to humans: foresight. Now, you had renounced your eternity in order to imbue superior beings of your dimension with life force that had been drained from them."

"Is there something wrong in reviving fallen forces of good when those of evil greatly outnumber them?"

"Yes, it is when you change the destiny of said people. Those were meant to die there, but you had, yet again rewritten their fate," Oxymoron sealed the argument.

"No, it actually is not. You had given me the prime mission to keep the balance of good and evil, regardless of the consequences right?"

"That is correct," Hyperion smiled to himself, understanding where the kid was going with his arguments.

"Therefore, should an immense entropy emerge, isn't it fit for me to act in order to restore the equilibrium?"

"Indeed," Paradox acknowledged the truth in his words.

"Good. I didn't resurrect some random higher beings, I resurrected the most powerful that universe had to offer. Since, Toffee had grown stronger than anyone in that world, even myself, I had to act. I believe that as long as I have to choose between following two rules, I need to respect my prime directive over all."

"And how have you come to your conclusion, oh, you pinnacle of intelligence?" Enigma asked angered, but knowing that her question had no ground.

"That doesn't matter, Enigma." Hyperion intervened. "Saturn had proven to us that his action was justified, despite it broke the code we established. I can't help but compliment the maturity of his decision. But enough about that. The final offense is the biggest of them all. If you may, Oxymoron?"

"Of course. Even though, you had directly interfered with the fates of generations of people and had failed to follow directives, while renouncing the powers we had given to you, you had made a mistake that overwrites everything… You had kept a memorandum of your actions. You had revealed a part of history that was meant to be a secret for as long as the world lived. And furthermore, you had left said memorandum unguarded and the current Butterfly had read it, gaining forbidden knowledge. We remind you that even if your work has had extremely important and visible consequences…the depth and cause of it had always remained classified."

"That is not true!" Scott screamed somewhat offended.

"INSOLENCE!" Enigma responded to his yells.

"Order!" Hyperion tempered the two. "What makes you say that?"

"Glossaryck isn't a member of this council?"

"Indeed he is," Paradox answered.

"His actions are plastered across the book of spells that, mind you, is an actual gift from you. How can you preach secrecy and confidentiality, when your effects on the world are actually the most obvious. You had revealed the Council through Glossaryck among its other actions, but now you blame me for revealing your world to them? Why does this sound like the plot a seamless writer would come up with?"

"The difference is that you weren't allowed to do so, Saturn." Hyperion calmly answered to the uncomfortable shouts of the child before him.

"Still, let's debate the rule for a bit, shall we? You said that even though our consequences are visible and important, they must remain unseen, although you gladly let Glossaryck reveal them to the royal family. This would imply that there is a problem in the lifelines of the Butterfly family that should keep them from knowing the truth. Since there are only two Butterflies alive at the moment, we can let the other generations rest in peace and not invoke them in our argument. At the same time we can rule out Moon Butterfly, because her training is complete. The effect of Glossaryck and me on her Majesty has ran its course. Therefore the only one you have an issue with is Star Butterfly, correct?"

"Indeed," Paradox answered, his eyes fixed on Hyperion who was visibly enjoying the show Scott put out.

"May I ask, what is that problem?"

"You said it yourself…Her training is not complete, therefore the effects of knowing the truth would greatly affect her. What you had done is, thus, immensely dangerous and is a punishable offense."

Scott was defeated at this point. He realized that the Council had a point. Paradox and Oxymoron were both against him at this point, completed by Enigma whose never-ending hate for him, albeit founded, made her continuously vote for his fall. He still had an ace up his sleeve, but it was a wild card as well. He couldn't predict what would happen after he would reveal it, but at this point it was his only shot.

"What if, it had no effect on Star Butterfly? What if you're only theorizing an impossibility?"

"Where are you going with this, mortal?" Enigma asked, almost hissing.

"Let me call Star Butterfly to the stand as my witness. Should she not be affected in any way whatsoever, would you drop the third and final charge?"

The council gathered for a split second, then gave a verdict. Although, Scott was used to this, he was still amazed at the mental capacity of his leaders.

"We agree to your conditions. Summon Star Butterfly at once," Hyperion ordered. Scott started the process that took a lot more now, because of the context the spell had to be performed. He didn't notice Enigma's wicked smile…

A luxurious chair fell from the ceiling between the council's loge and Scott's stand. The silhouette of Star Butterfly swiftly appeared afterwards, colors starting to fill her contour. It took a while for the princess to completely 'be' in the room. She was sound asleep…Scott walked up to her and shook her awake.

"WHAT!? Who? Waaa…Where am I?"

"Long story short, you are at my trial, and you have been called to the stand. I can't say anymore, because I would be accused of misleading evidence. Sorry." That's all Scott said before distancing himself from Star, taking his place on his stand.

"Star Butterfly!" Hyperion yelled imposing. "You are to say the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."

"Do you really need to overuse this cliché, even though you will use the Cube?"

"Procedures are procedures, Saturn. You have yet to learn this?" Oxymoron answered mockingly.

"Uoookay, I guess. Test me. Fire away," Star said in her usual playful tone. It seemed a bit unsettling to the Council. They must've been used to the usual type of princesses, born and forged by St. Olga's

"Then, let's begin!" Paradox said, trying to rush the outcome of the trial. "Saturn, your witness."

"Great…Here goes nothing." The Cube appeared above Star, but it was unseen to her, a decision Scott did not understand. "I have to urge you to answer all my questions with 'yes' or 'no' and nothing else. Is that clear?"

"Yes." The cube flashed green.

"Is it true, you had read a book, whose cover had the word 'history' on it?"

"Yes."

"Is this, the book in question?" Scott said, creating an image of his memorandum.

"Yes."

"Is it true, you had seen and ignored the warning note on the book?"

"Yes." The cube flashed red.

"Is it true you had seen the note?" Scott accentuated every word, looking at Star as if he was trying to tell her: "It's ok, just be honest."

"No."

"Is it true, you had recited the words etched on the corner of the pages, without knowing their meaning?"

"Yes."

"Will you ask a question, that directly interests this trial already?" Enigma said bored and eager to end the process.

"All in due time," Scott answered annoyed. "Is it true that what you had seen after reciting those words, you had seen events that you had never had any knowledge of before."

Star hesitated to answer…This didn't behoove him at all, as he felt the Council's piercing glares locking him down.

"Yes." The cube flashed green.

"Did ALL of these events involve your family's history?"

"No."

"Did any of the events involving your family affect you in any way? Before you answer, let me tell you what to be affected means in this context. You will answer with 'yes' only if your view over said events had completely changed, or if the events were all unknown to you prior to your experience."

Scott had put all his hopes in Star's answer. Should she lie, his fate was sealed. Should she tell the truth and the answer would be yes, he was done for… his entire life was now hinging on this answer. And it didn't end as it should've.

"Y-Yes," She stuttered. The cube flashed green.

"We have heard enough, Saturn." Hyperion rose from his seat, looking saddened, yet his blank eyes were merciless. " You have failed in proving that Star Butterfly is completely unfazed by the events you had exposed her to with your carelessness. Following our democratic rule, you have been found guilty of disorderly conduct. Your punishment is going to be something Earth has used for ages: imprisonment. You will spend the rest of your life in a timeless void, doomed to float directionless into the nothingness of space." Hyperion paused for a second, looking down to the helpless child. "The court is adjourned…"

Two of the spectators scattered around descended in the arena and grabbed hold of the convict. With a heavy hand movement, Paradox conjured a portal. Its margins were clearly visible, but what was behind it was not. But Scott knew what it was. They were about to send him inside a black hole. Even though the forces inside would kill him…The time dilation would made them fulfill their promise. He will indeed spend his entire life inside his prison, and it wouldn't kill him before his time was up… It was the perfect setup, and it's needless to say who came up with this punishment. The two unnamed beings were slowly pushing him towards his inevitable doom. Ten feet separated him from his death. Then five…then two…He could feel the tremendous forces of the cosmic phenomenon…

"HOOOOOOLD IT!" Star yelled her lungs out, causing all the audience to stop and stare her down.

"INSOLENT BRAT!" Enigma responded to her reaction.

"Enigma! That is the next Queen, heir to the Butterfly throne! They are our protégées and we must show them respect!" Hyperion scolded his fellow council member. "What is it, Star Butterfly?"

"If you are punishing him because I had been affected by the events I saw…Will you tell me again why are you doing this?"

"Because we are not allowed to directly interfere with the course of things. Your friend here, did that and revealed what he did to you and, since you truthfully said that it affected you, he had changed your lifeline. You were not supposed to know how your ancestors helped…" Hyperion answered calmly.

"But…It's not my ancestor's views that affected me…"The cube flashed green. Seeing that Hyperion commanded the guards to stop.

"But what was it that marked you, Star Butterfly?" Hyperion said, descending from his balcony and now stood in front of the princess.

"Well…I had never seen Scott so…full of emotions. When I saw how happy he was with that girl, I couldn't help but get a feeling of joy from that. Then, when that happiness was gone and I saw the sadness in his eyes, again I couldn't help but cry as well. What marked me so deeply was that I finally got some insight on a person I knew nothing off. I saw how empathetic a stone cold man can be... That is something, you know? Plus, in return I was gifted with words I never thought I would hear, coming from him. These things matter to us people…Even though you seem like stone cold…things, I guess? You surely can understand values such as these. Can't you find it in your frozen hearts to spare him of this sentence…?"

Hyperion smiled. The emotionless beings weren't so emotionless after all. He nodded and his servants released Scott.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Enigma yelled, as if it were the only form she could communicate through. She jumped down from the balcony as well, landing with a thud near Hyperion. "Let's recall for a bit, what Saturn said, shall we?" she said conjuring a sphere whose purpose was to recall previous events, a time sphere, if you may. It showed Scott uttering words that Enigma's plans counted on…"Let me call Star Butterfly to the stand as my witness. Should she not be affected in any way whatsoever, would you drop the third and final charge?"

"What is the point of this, Enigma?" Hyperion asked a bit worried.

"We can clearly conclude that Star Butterfly, as she herself has stated, was indeed greatly AFFECTED," she yelled the last word. "Therefore, we are not supposed to drop the third and final charge, is that right?"

Hyperion and Scott shared the same baffled look, however following that Scott looked dismayed, while Hyperion was completely defeated.

"It…It is correct," Hyperion said while turning to Scott. "I am sorry, Saturn, but it's the way things are…" He grabbed him from where he was sitting and…mercilessly threw him into the portal that closed behind him. Star's cries were now in vain…

"I hope your hatred is sated, Enigma…" Hyperion glared at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she answered, an evil smirk crossing her face.

In an instant Star was returned to the place she was summoned from, the memories of the event still resonating in her mind…Scott was forever gone. She still had his note in her hand…only that something was changed. The note now had a different handwriting and it read:

"Do not worry, Star Butterfly…"

And with this useless hope, she fell to the ground, nesting her head behind her knees, wetting her dress with rivers of tears…With Scott gone and Marco gone….how could she not worry?