(Jacob)

Hey there! This Arc was a request from Redhood001. I didn't have to make it an arc, but I think it fits more if it's broken down, rather than all of it being shoved at you at once. It also gives me a little more time to polish future parts.

Also, WELCOME TO 2017! Here's hoping the new year has some surprises in store for us. (preferably the pleasant kind.)

Thank you to everyone who followed, favourited and reveiwed.

Exotos135: Thanks dude, happy holidays to you too!

Finnjr63: You too bro, thanks!

LeleB123: Thank you. I can't wait either, the tension is really getting to me! Happy new year to you too!

ThunderMist36: Thank you so much! Your reviews make me smile as well! I would tell you what Star wished for... But where's the fun in that? Have a happy 2017!

Author Smimph: I was not aware, thanks for pointing it out! Have a happy 2017 you two! Here's hoping that you get togeth- I mean have fun! *nervous laugh*

Guest Sorta: I wouldn't say unhealthy, more like, mildly concerning.

Anonymims: Not to worry Brochacha! We all have our down times, and its good to vent out the negativity before it builds. Hopefully Tumblr will realize its flaws soon enough, and then we can all have fun posting wholesome memes and finding out if the science side of Tumblr is still a thing. Thank you so much, and have a happy 2017!

NerdyTurtle0599: Thank you for your review! Hopefully the cuteness will continue further down the line.

Insane Master Writer Studio: I'm glad I did a good job this time, thanks for the review! Have a happy 2017!

I do not own SVTFOE or any of its characters! I do, however, own the words Brochacho and Brochacha. Thanks to Altruisticdorito for Beta-reading, and to Author Smimph and Omega Ultra for helping me with early phases of this chapter.

A thin blade of metal cut through the air, leaving a trailing blue line of mystic energy behind it. Sliding down to the floor, it touched against finely crafted tile, sanded to perfection by the hands of master craftsmen, mimicking the colour of the sea. The blade secluded itself into the trail of blazing blue energy, being replaced by a pair of hands that forced the gap to widen into a spiraling circle of magic.

From that magic, a girl stepped out from inside of it. Skin that was pale and bright, striking blue eyes that were warm— but cold at the same time—and blonde hair that was being pulled back by the small amount of gravity from the portal she had just emerged from. She wore a green dress, imprinted with a cheery pink ghost in the center of the chest. Her legs were accompanied by boots that reached just below the knee. They were purple with horns and eyes sewn onto the toes of each foot.

In her hands, she held two objects. In her left, a pair of red scissors with a small diamond fixed into the screw that held the blades together. In her right hand was a rattle like object, with a long handle accompanied by leather strips running upwards on it in a criss-cross pattern, reaching to a ball on top with one flat side holding a broken star-shaped gem in the middle. It gleamed a faint yellow, reflecting the green tiles just below it. The girl walked forward, letting the portal behind her fade out of existence, leaving no remnants of when it was there only moments ago.

The girl walked what seemed to be an endless hallway of white columns and artworks. The paintings were faded, in dire need of restoration, with their colors being murky and lifeless. The columns weren't in the best of shape either. They reached from the floor to the high ceiling, standing well over ten feet. They were chipped and cracked, it wouldn't be long before they were replaced, or at least repaired.

But the girl paid no attention to these details, passing them by without much of a glance. She wasn't here to dawdle around and look at one-thousand year old splashes of paint, anyway.

Once she reached the end of the corridor, she stood behind tall, Oakwood doors, its materials varnished and plated around the edges with silver accents. She pushed the doors forward with minimal effort, despite the sheer thickness and weight of them.

Once opened, a large and practically empty room was revealed. White, seamless walls made of marble holding no artworks, only the diamond-like glass panes in the windows. A velvet strip of red stretched across the length of the room. It touched both the doors where the girl had just entered from, and at the opposite end it stopped just next to a small flight of stairs that led up to a pair of chairs. Each chair was made of finely machined metal with leather housing the backrest and seat. The armrests were shined and reflective, practically chrome. Each leg that held up the seat was made of polished metal, curves reigning throughout their shape.

There were only two differences between each chair: one stood a few inches taller than the other, made to suit whoever sat in it, since there would only be one.

The other difference was a cardboard sign on the shorter chair, reading "The oh so mighty chair of kingship", making it pretty clear who occupied it. The girl, now walking up the small steps to reach the thrones, giggled at the sight of the sign. She walked over to the chairs, moving towards the taller one, housed to the right of the shorter chair. She ran her fingers along the length of the arm rest. It was cool to the touch, sending a chill up her spine. She continued to run her finger along the chair, going around the edge of the backrest and gripping the top. She stood behind it now, looking over the large room it front of her. It was empty now, but in a few years, it would be packed, filled with royalty and novices alike, praising her.

She could almost see it now. She knew from that day on, with a crown on her head and the wand in her hand, she would be responsible for every single soul that walked the land of Mewni. She knew she would need to be responsible, she knew she would have to be strong, she knew she would have to be smart. She knew…

That it was going to be hell.

Her thought process was interrupted by the sound of the large doors opening once again. Three people walked in consecutively; a man, a boy, and a woman. The boy was first to notice her at the end of the room. He called out and ran over to her, waving with a smile on his face. His hair waved slightly through the air as he sped over, its dirty brown color reminding her of coffee. The boy stood next to her and looked into her eyes with his own, they almost matched the shade of his hair, but they're just a smidge lighter, holding a mole just underneath his right eye. He put his hand on her shoulder and smiled brightly, she noticed his hoodie and how bright it was in comparison to his black slacks and dull green converse.

"I didn't think you'd get here so fast. Didn't you say you had to take care of something back at home?"

His eyebrow quirked. The girl only smiled and tried to subtly place her hand on her small satchel. "Yeah, but don't worry, I just needed to grab something from back home."

The boy lowered his raised brow and gave her shoulder a quick squeeze before letting go and facing back towards the man and woman that had entered with him. The man stood short, about five feet and two inches, but made up for it with a well-built frame and a beard that men could only dream of having. His chest was proudly pushed forward in the navy blue coat he wore, his arms held behind his back, showing off the levels of masculinity he had for someone of such a small size. His feet adorned thick leather boots with hard wooden soles and a small metal badge; they probably weren't too comfortable to walk in, but functional nonetheless.

He waltzed ahead of the woman next to him and stood next to the thrones, next to his flesh and blood. He wrapped his arms around her in a straining grip, squeezing the girl in a painful but loving manner.

"Star, darling!" His voice was low and held a thick accent, establishing that he wasn't terribly young. "It's so good to see you after so long. How have you been? I assume that Marco has been treating you well?"

Star coughed from underneath the king's grip, the air being forced out of her lungs as her father lifted her into the air, still giving her the world's worst bear-hug. She patted down on his shoulder in affection, barely managing to strain a smile and wheeze a reply to his questions.

"Y-yeah, tha-thanks Dad. I've been okay, and Ma-Marco has been helping me out quite a lot on Earth."

Her wheezing voice told him that he needed to ease his grip on her, as he dropped her back down, giving a sincere apology. Star hunched herself over and let her hands fall onto her knees as she sucked the air back into her lungs.

"It's cool dad... just please remember I'm not made out of steel next time..." she advised. Her father chuckled and nodded.

Star laughed as well, she truly did love her father, even if he was a bit childish and irresponsible at times. At least he wasn't as overbearing as his mother, which reminded Star of why she came to visit Mewni in the first place. She switched her attention to the woman down the steps. She was having a casual conversation with Marco. Her mother had silver hair, tied into the shape of a pretzel without the holes, a tiny golden crown seated firmly on top of her hairdo. She wore a bright blue gown, spread across the floor with a metallic, cone shaped cage that had been out of style since the early 19th century on earth, but looked prestige despite it being out of date. White gloves were stretched across her arms, matching well with the bright blue of her dress.

Star stepped down the stairs, excusing herself from her father, and walked over to stand by Marco's side, not trying to place her two cents in the conversation he was having.

"So then we headed out to some forest like dimension to get a magic sandwich, but get this, the sandwich was actually inside some kind of beast with holes all over its body! The thing even chased us over the edge of a cliff!"

"Oh my, well, I'm sure you both managed to take care of it. After all, you're here now, alive and well."

Marco snickered, rubbing the bottom of his nose with his finger. "Heh, yeah... But it was all thanks to Star. If she didn't use her magic to make that cake so we could land, we'd probably be human pancakes." he threw his arm over Star's shoulder and gave her a gentle nudge. Star playfully shoved Marco off and pointed a finger towards him.

"Yeah, well if it hadn't been for you grabbing the dimensional scissors while we were in all those vines, I probably would've been a side dish of minced meat with that sandwich, so give yourself some credit."

Marco smiled warmly towards Star, and she gladly returned the gesture. They continued to smile at one another, staring into each other's eyes and taking in every last detail, to the slight darkening of the brown towards the edges of Marco's irises, to the faint tint of turquoise in Star's.

They were then brought back to reality when Star's mother coughed into her glove, a small upwards curve on her lips.

"If you two could please stop fawning over each other, I think it's about time we got down to business, wouldn't you say so River?"

The King nodded as the two best friends turned away from one another, a slight reddening in both of their faces. The Queen smiled, almost snickering at the awkward tension she had caused between them. They were adorable.

River strode over and stood next to his wife, while Star's mother clasped her hands together in front of her, gesturing for her daughter to explain today's gathering. Star nodded at her mother and took in a strong breath through her nose, gaining some composure in the process. Marco turned to Star and gave her a thumbs up gesture, giving her a little more confidence. Star grinned to herself and looked at her parents in the eye.

"Mom, Dad, I have a favor to ask of you two."

Star's parent's seemed rather surprised to hear this, since it was rare that Star ever came to them for help. At least it was rare for her to get help from her mother anyway...

"A-alright... what do you need?" Queen Butterfly asked. Star gave her mother a gaze she had never seen before, her eyes dead serious.

"Answers."

River tilted his head in confusion, narrowing his eyes. Star saw the look on his face and pulled her satchel from behind her and unzipped it, reaching inside and grabbing a small object in her hands. The queen looked back and forth between Star and Marco, wondering herself, just what Star meant.

Star looked over at Marco, looking to confirm if she should. Marco nodded gently, his body language showing nothing but solemnity. Star nodded back solidifying her course of action. She held out the hand she had used to grab the object from her satchel, balled in a fist to hide away what she held.

"I know that you're familiar with how my wand was destroyed, but I never did tell you why I destroyed it."

Moon and River listened closely, curiosity dominant in their expressions.

Star continued, "I destroyed my wand to save Marco's life. He was kidnapped and held captive in what used to be Ludo's castle. The... thing that kidnapped Marco nearly had him crushed inside of a magical glass box, so I preformed the whispering spell and we both escaped before the wand detonated."

"Star," River butt-in, "What does this have to do with wanting answers? As far as we're concerned, you're giving the answers to us."

Marco replied to River's question, turning his body to face what Star was holding in her hand. "This has everything to do with it, your majesty. You see, the important part is who kidnapped me to accomplish all of this. Star, show 'em."

Her parents look back at her in a state of complete befuddlement, but then Star opened her hand.

River just looked at it like it was a completely foreign object, while his wife felt her eyes widen in realization. In Star's hand lay the severed finger of a former enemy. A dull white claw hooked into a tessellation of thick scales that continued down for about three inches before being met with a clean cut, revealing the meat and bone of the finger. Star held the small piece of her foe in the palm of her hand, not waiting for her mother or father to respond.

"I need to know about Toffee."

Silence swelled in the room. Nobody moved, nobody spoke, nobody dared even twitch, there was only the faint breath of each individual. Star stared at her mother directly in the eyes, not willing to take silence for an answer. The queen looked silently at the finger, her eyes wide in both surprise and confusion.

"Star..." she began, shattering the once held silence. Her voice was quiet, and Star knew that her mother wasn't a quiet person. She was reserved, yes, but far from someone who'd be timid enough to speak in a near whisper. Star did not falter, continuing to hold her gaze on her mother, determination etched in her eyes.

Queen Butterfly saw this determination, and looking down at her clasped hands, she sighed in resign. It didn't help that Star's friend was giving her the exact same look either, did they plan all of this beforehand? But the queen knew when she was beaten, and so she look at both Marco and Star with her usual, hollow glare.

"What I am about to tell you is not to be passed on to anyone. If I find out that anyone but you three hear this story, then I will personally have you face the consequences. Do you all understand?"

The three nodded, River seeming hesitant and still very confused as to what the situation was. He didn't question it though, he had faith that he would catch on eventually. Star and Marco looked at each other with eagerness in their smiles. Marco reached out his fist, and Star smugly tapped hers against his. River moved to stand by the two teens, readying himself to hear the tale of Toffee.

Queen Butterfly nodded at all of the individuals in front of her, and they nodded back, waiting for her to begin. She coughed into her hand, letting her head fall back to look upwards at the ceiling.

"It all began 30 years ago..."