All I can say is... Wow...

Heya folks it's Watermalone here with a somewhat anticipated chapter 3 of this story!

As this is my first time publishing anything, I am so glad that this story has received some great attention from you viewers! To those of you who faved, followed, reviewed or even just read my story, I owe you a huge thanks! By that I mean this chapter was made much longer just for you awesome people! (Not a coincidence at all!)

And as I always say, without much further ado, I present chapter 3. Read, review, relax, and enjoy!

I have to mention that I'm neither rich enough nor important enough to own anything related to SVTFOE! :)


Star Butterfly's POV

She twirled in front of the mirror, gently twisting one side to the next inspecting the backside of the dress. It was beautiful. The royal seamstresses had worked tirelessly for the past month trying to create such a refined garment to suit her.

A light pink, strapless dress split diagonally from the left shoulder to the right hip in glitter, hugged her curves tightly and finished with a bow wrapped around the midsection. It flowed all the way to the floor, pooling by her feet like liquid. Aside from its simplistic elegance, the material was so soft it made her feel like she was being embraced by a cloud.

She smiled. But it was withdrawn as quickly as it appeared.

It felt perfect, it looked perfect, but her reflection could not help but display a look of sadness. Definitely not the dress she wished she was putting on.

She sat down on the bed, careful enough to fold the dress around her legs so as to not wrinkle the fabric. Heaven forbid anything happen to this dress, her mother would have a fit.

She chuckled to herself slightly. Marco always said that she looked like her mother. "But if you ever start acting like her we're gonna have to stop being friends."

The words hung in her mind for a few seconds as she drew herself into his memory. The dorky face, the awkward disposition, the uncoordinated, clumsy and yet, lovable fool. The Safe Kid. She never let him live down that name. Even to this day the thought never crossed her mind without the painted image of his displeased visage. Wrinkled nose, furrowed brows, eyes rolling over in annoyance, a small whine before:

"For the last time Star, I'm a misunderstood bad boy!"

But every time, she could notice a small grin creep along his lips, some complacent smile that let her know that he would always love his best friend.

Two knocks. "Star, honey, it is time to leave." This snapped Star out of her trance.

"Coming mother!" She answered back.

Getting up, she slipped into the matching heels she was given, also pink with lace bows across the tip, and gave one final stare into the polished mirror.

She smiled. This time a happy smile. She wanted her last memory with him to be a perfect one. No more tears, no more sadness, no feelings left behind.

The door creaked open as she came face-to-face with her parents. They adorned soft expressions upon their age-worn faces. They had known she was crying.

"Star-" her father began.

"It's fine- er, I'm fine" she corrected herself.

Her parents gave each other a knowing glance. A moment passed, and they ushered their beautiful daughter forth, outside to the manticore-drawn carriage.

It reminded her of her first day on Earth, and also her last day.

A beautiful sun-filled cloudless summer day.

"Manfred, a portal to Earth, if you will!" She heard her father call.

The scissors sliced through the fabric of space and time, creating a swirling rift which floated serenely in front of the carriage. Very faintly, she could see an outline of a large white structure with a transparent dome surrounded by trees and shrubs. This type of foliage only existed in one dimension she knew.

Earth. It was as beautiful as when she had left. The sun had risen above the glass dome of the wedding pavilion in a picturesque manner creating the illusion of a bright glow of light that reflected off of the glass panes.

When the carriage halted, the doors swung open to reveal her father holding an outstretched hand in offering. She took it, and slowly glided down the steps as she set foot onto the pavement, still cold and dampened from the morning dew.

Her mother came out next, wearing traditional navy blue Mewnian royalty attire, a crown precariously perched between her hive-styled updo. Her father, adorning an equally royal naval blue uniform, clasped her mother's hand as she made her way down onto the sidewalk. Hooking her arm around her father's, the two strode into the pavilion followed closely by an awestricken Star, still in wonder of how her parents were so lucky to find such a perfect romance in this insane game those dubbed 'life'.

Star shook herself from the thoughts upon noticing they had entered the building. The wedding pavilion was larger inside than it appeared outside. A long staircase stretched from a balcony, which supported several closed doors that must have led further into the building. The centremost doors were painted a pure white, each with a single panel of stained glass in the centre depicting two swans nuzzling their beaks together in such a way that their necks formed a heart. A bit clichéd in terms of decoration, but heartfelt and beautiful nonetheless.

To the left was a short hallway. She followed her parents through only to enter an infinitely grand room, topped by the glass dome which they had observed upon arrival.

The dome itself was magnificent, rings of glass panes circled in a beautiful ripple-type pattern, alternating clear and colorless rings with transparent red ones. The sun barely peeked over the stone wall before it begun to cast its full glow upon the entire grand hall and its residents. She gazed upwards at the hypnotic display, eyes glazed over at the wondrous beauty, until an arm gently pulled her away.

Third row from the front, seat five. She spotted a white upright chair with a cushion patterned with embroidered flowers. Very regal looking at first glance. Atop the white cushion was a small folded note which stated, simply, with cursive font:

"Reserved: Butterfly Family"

Removing the label, she took its place sitting down on the cushion. It was soft but the chair was clearly not fashioned for comfort. She awkwardly sunk downwards in it, feeling the wooden back argue with her spine.

It wasn't before long she noticed the sounds of audience becoming less restless. Footsteps echoed through the hallway behind where they had entered.

The crowd calmed to a silence as he strode into the room.

The Safe Kid.


(9 Years Ago)

"Hi-YA!" Marco forced his leg up straight into the beak of Big Chicken.

"Blueberry Bullet Barrage!" Star shouted at an oncoming Three-eyed-Potato-Baby, embedding about 40 miniature blueberries into his face and sending him flying into the cactus garden.

"I SWEAR IF YOU GUYS FAIL THIS I'M TAKING AWAY THE FOOSBALL TABLE FOR A MONTH!" Ludo cried furiously, watching a swift Marco throw Bearicorn into a charging Deer Beard with ease.

"Woo nice one there Marco!" Star watched as he rolled around Buff Frog's bear hug only to come up behind the tactless reptile and drop kick him in the back.

"STAR WATCH OUT!" He yelled in shock, pointing behind her.

Star turned around in curiosity. "Huh?" Only to see Man Arm throw a humongous right hook at her. "AHH!" Screaming, she dove out of the way, however, Man Arm had been fortunate enough to clip the side of her leg with his gigantic fist. She rolled on the grass until she came to a halt below the shadow of a large stone statue.

"Owowowow!" She was in pain. Any attempt to stand up was hindered by a huge stinging sensation in her leg that caused her to collapse.

Instead, her eyes darted frantically about searching for the wand (which lay just behind her), hoping to figure out a way to mend her leg. All of a sudden, the stone statue above her began to shake.

She always admired the Diaz's odd appreciation of art. The figure was like the Statue of Liberty, except instead of Lady Liberty herself, it was a crocodile. And instead of a torch, it was a hot dog. It must have weighed a tonne.

She looked up, Emmitt and Lobster Claws were trying to tip it over, thus crushing her. Desperately, she tried shuffling away, her leg completely spent in pain.

It was going to end here. She closed her eyes and waited for the worst.

A flash of red.

An eye peeked open to see Marco, in a classic Atlas pose, hunched over her weak body, and clearly struggling to hold up the large block of stone with his back.

He gasped for breath, heel digging into the soft lawn.

"WAND... NOW!" He managed to huff. Her mind snapped back to reality.

Dragging herself with her arms, army style, she crawled her way towards the wand. Ears ringing, head spinning, leg in oh so much pain, she managed to grasp the wand and shout the most destructive sentence that came to mind.

"NUCLEAR RAINBOW DEVASTATION BLAST!"

A bright rainbow mushroom cloud formed over where she lay. Followed by silence.

The lawn was trashed. All the plants in the garden were either on fire or blown apart, monsters were scattered to the edges of the fence, groaning in pain, and the statue-

Wait. THE STATUE!

She turned her head to see a broken and cracked crocodile Lady Liberty lying face first in the dirt. WHERE WAS MARCO?

As though the universe was answering her, she heard weak moaning from behind the stone remains.

Marco stood up clutching his head.

"Ughhh that was... some spell... Really... intense." He rubbed the shoulder of his hoodie, singed by the explosion.

"MARCO! Are you okay?" She feebly attempted, and failed, to stand up.

Clutching her injury, she grit her teeth in pain. "Hrngh-" was all she could muster.

Quicker than she could register, Marco was by her side.

"Woah.. Okay.. There's blood." He shielded his eyes from the disgusting sight.

She looked down at her leg. Indeed there was blood. Horrified, she raised her wand, remembering something her book of spells may have said about injuries.

Marco grabbed her arm and shook his head. "Maybe magic isn't the best way to go."

She looked into his knowing hazel-brown eyes. They sure looked exhausted.

"Useless monsters... can't even take a stupid princess down." They turned to the source of the muttering.

"INTO THE PORTAL YOU LOSERS! I AM PUTTING THIS ON ALL OF YOUR PERMANENT RECORDS!" Ludo shouted at his loyal, yet hapless army, veins protruding all over his miniature bird-like head.

The portal closed, and Marco returned his attention back to Star's leg.

"I think it might be broken. Maybe if I could just find something.." his voice trailed off. Sighing, he stopped looking around and unzipped his hoodie to tie a makeshift cast around the injury.

"Ouch! Marco that's too tight!" Star complained.

"It has to be that tight. Now come on, let's get you into the living room so you can sit down. Keep your weight off of that leg and make sure it stays straight. I'll call mom first and then I'll drive you to the hospital." Taken aback by this sudden 'take-charge' attitude, she nodded.

Breathing in deeply he hooked his arm underneath hers and lifted her up carefully. Star then threw her arm around his shoulders, and hopped on one foot into the house with Marco supporting her.

Upon reaching the living room, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity.

"Marco?"

"Yeah?" He looked at her unblinkingly.

"That statue- I mean, it looked- and you just-"

"Oh that? Nah my parents will understand-"

"No." She said cutting him off. "How did you manage to hold it up like that?"

"Ha.. ha" he laughed nervously "I don't actually know. I guess it must've weighed a lot 'cause my back is killing me right now!"

Another nervous laugh. Star was unimpressed. "I guess I was afraid of what could've happened. I never even thought about it really- I just- y'know.. did... that." He looked at the floor. The possibility of death never even crossed his mind.

Her expression softened to concern.

Setting her down on the couch, he pulled his cellphone from his jean's pocket and plopped down next to her.

"Marco..." He stopped dialing. Staring into his deep, hazel-brown eyes again she felt tears forming. Blinking them away she bit her lip, raised an arm, and punched him as hard as she could right in the chest.

"OOF!" He doubled over in pain. "STAR! What was that for?"

He looked over at the girl who was now crying into her hands. He put his hand on her shoulder. "Star?-"

"DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN DIAZ!" She shouted into his face and almost immediately, pulled him into a hug, crying profusely.

Despite his confusion, he returned the hug and started brushing his hands through her hair until she spent all her remaining energy in his embrace. The sobs turned into whimpers, the cries turned into hiccups.

With her arms still wrapped around his neck, he shifted his position and lifted her, bridal style. He carried her to his car, muscles sore, cuts and bruises littering his entire body, yet ignorant of all pain.

He set her in the passenger seat and adjusted it to a lying position so she could relax. Fastening her seatbelt, he returned to the driver's side.

The engine hummed to life, and he drove off, the sun setting on the quiet neighborhood.

Another beautiful sun-filled cloudless summer day.

It was almost straight out of a fairy tale.


(Present Day)

She sighed at the memory. He had changed so much, the name 'Safe Kid' barely suited him at all.

Standing straight and tall he faced the audience upon reaching the top of the stage at the front of the room. He looked so proper, so handsome, so… perfect. Her eyes wandered to the red tie.

She huffed a breath of air and sat straight up in her seat. Breathing out she whispered to herself:

"No turning back now."


And there you have it! Chapter 3 is complete.

In true SVTFOE fashion, I included an awesome fight (even in flashback mode), and delivered on some high quality Starco material (again in a flashback), hopefully that'll give you guys some happiness to heal the wounds left by chapter 2 so I can dump a bucket of vinegar on it in chapter 4! I mean... what..? Also I would like to note the few parallels between the characters and their personalities. As you can see, it is as though their souls were bonded together or something at one point... Odd isn't it? ;)

Obviously I have plans to continue this story however I urge all my readers to dish out some criticism for the upcoming parts! Maybe I'll even take you up on some requests *wink wink*.

And as always, reviews and comments are deeply appreciated so stay tuned for chapter 4 of this story! :)