(Jacob) Okay, so while the other guys gone off to be a depressed loaf of bread, I'll take over the authors notes for now. He's not feeling better, but he does thank everyone for the kind words. He's just been through a lot lately, and I think he'll come out of it when the weekend rolls around this week. Reviews are at the bottom once more, and thank you all for coming to read! I don't believe I've actually ever thanked you guys for taking the time to come and read these little drabbles. This one is a little short, but we haven't had much time on our hands lately, so I hope this is good enough.

I do not own SVTFOE, it belongs to Disney and Daron Nefcy. Thanks to my Beta-reader Altruisticdorito.

Death was not easy to overcome. Someone having their life stolen away from them, to never get it back. Have them leave the body that was made specifically for them, so they could go somewhere else, leaving everything they had accomplished behind. Families would mourn at the loss of a loved one, and friends would grieve as they remembered the great times they had had. Death was unfair, but living with death was worse.

Fisc walked through charred wooden beams, cracked marble tiles speckled with blood and torn corpses that sat strewn about the castle grounds. After the entire royal family was taken under siege, a long and gruelling battle had followed. Men and woman alike from the castles guard charged into battle against an army of monsters, going in too confident and putting their lives at heavy risk, paying the price in their blood. She was one of the few to survive, alongside Captain Savin of the elite squad and about twelve others.

It had been twenty four hours since the attack, anyone who hadn't died right away was certainly dead now. As Fisc walked, she saw many familiar faces amongst the lifeless. There were her childhood friends, Smitty and his sister Nymph who had joined alongside her in the guard. There was Terra, another girl she'd grown up with, being one of the people to convince her to stop acting like a brat and take on responsibility. She was the most mature person she knew. She saw her best friend A.D. It wasn't her real name, but she never used her real name since it was too long too pronounce on the regular.

Every face shook her to her core. Their eyes were wide with panic, streaks of dried blood all over their bodies, or what was left of them. Fisc felt sick. She lurched forward, one hand on her stomach and the other covering her mouth to hold back anything that came up. She felt the gazes of the dead on her, their lifeless eyes pinning her from all sides as she tried to not heave her stomach.

She ran into the castle, eyes watering. At least all the bodies inside had been taken care of. She couldn't handle death, no matter how many times she had seen it happen, it always haunted her.

Moon sat, tucked away in the corner of her decimated room, hugging her knees to her face and rocking back and forth. During the attack, Creek Butterfly, rightful King of Mewni and father of Moon Butterfly, was murdered. His body was clawed and torn, muscle showing behind all the layers of skin and fabric. He'd fought back hard, but the large hole that had been pierced through his chest signified his death. During this entire battle, Queen Butterfly was commanding the troops that now lay down in the garden, eyes glassed over. Never before had Moon experienced such a tragedy. At least one hundred guards lay in the dirt in cold blood, and her father was among them now. Murdered for no apparent reason.

In her time of pain and sadness, she felt hatred burning inside of her. She wanted to know who had done this, so she could have their heads on a pike. Her father wouldn't want it that way, but it's what they deserved. She didn't care for any other monster that had attacked, she just wanted the one who stole her father from her. They would pay the price...

And the price would be their life.

26 hours earlier...

Outside the Nimbic village...

They all just walked past me, minding their own business and getting on with their lives. Mewman after mewman, no one was doing anything wrong, they were just doing what people would do. I knew that I couldn't understand how everyone else felt about the people of Mewni, I was the youngest in the group after all. We watched behind a thick set of trees, just east of the village, giving us a clear view of everyone and everything. Tradesmen at shops trying to scam people into buying "fresh" fruits, blacksmiths working endlessly next to roaring fires, and ordinary people, buying foods and tools from those very tradesmen and blacksmiths. It all seemed so... Normal.

I felt a large hand fall on to my shoulder. "Don't let them fool you. These people are corrupt, just waiting for the chance to wipe us out. It's been that way for hundreds of years." I didn't other to look at who spoke, I already knew it was the leader of our team. He knelt down next to me, pointing out the large castle that sat dead centre of the village. "That castle is where we go tonight. Where you make sure that you cut off the head to this abomination. They took our land, leaving our ancestors to fend for themselves, if they weren't already killed at their merciless hands." He lowered his hands. I could feel the psychotic grin twisting on his face.

"It's about time we gave them a taste of their own medicine."

Our team leader was usually a good man... Monster... But with all the recent killings of our kind for no reason, his hatred for mewman kind had grown to near insanity inducing levels. I used to look up to him, but now I knew what he truly stood for. He was only in it for the slaughter.

"I'm not killing anyone I don't have to." I said, pushing his hand off of my shoulder. He merely scoffed and walked away. You know what they say, 'Even the good ones have a dark side'.

I would stay true to my word as well. No one needed to die, except the one man that I had been assigned to murder. It wouldn't be for nothing either, we needed to leave a mark on Mewni, show them that we weren't to be taken lightly. If they were to take back the land that was stolen from them, the least they needed to do was become a heavy threat. I say they because I couldn't give less of a damn about this. There was a different reason I resented the Mewman race, and that was the murder of my parents.

They were simple monsters, nothing about them was harmful aside from the claws and teeth. I don't remember much from when they were killed, but I at least had their faces locked in my head. I wasn't there when the murder occurred, I was about nine years old and I had been asked to fill the water buckets, and bring them back to our so called "home" which was built in little under a day with wet logs and stone. They were killed by hand with a blade, a straight and smooth line ran up my father's chest, going from his left hip to his right collarbone. My mother had been stabbed in the stomach, the thin line showing through on her back as well. Their faces gave me chills when they had died. Wide and glassy eyes, staring directly at you made you feel like it was all your fault.

It really wasn't. I knew that I couldn't have saved them, it was impossible at the age I was. But I blamed himself anyway, mourning for maybe a year before realising that this was how survival worked. Only the strong will live, or in my case, the lucky.

A horn blew into the air with a low and powerful tone. It's echo caught the attention of a few bystanders, but they paid no further mind than that. "Idiots." I thought.

Once the horn finished blowing, I sighed to myself and let my gaze fall to the dirt I stood on. I wouldn't kill any one I didn't need too, I'm not like the mindless monsters that would charge straight into battle just to quench their thirst for blood. I knew I would succeed in killing Creek Butterfly, but it's what happened afterwards that threw me for a loop.

It took us a while but at least we got it done! That's a lot more than a lot of other people can say. The other guy tried something a little different here when he first wrote it. He thought a first person perspective words put a bit of a spin on things, kinda like how Axis25 switched perspectives throughout Nothing Comes Easy. I don't know if it'll stick or not, since that's up to the other guy. Thank you to everyone who left a review, since a lot of them gave sympathy to the other guy. I know in the last one he said he didn't want it, but I think he needed it, so thanks.

Finnjr63: Was it too much? Too brutal and dark? You keep up the good work too dude.

HiatusQueen: Why thank you m'lady, it is always a pleasure for the other guy to please others with his creativity skills. And thank you for the support, I'm sure the other guy is going to get through this, but right now he could pay to see all the people that really care about him. Thanks Brochacha, we appreciate it.

RedHood001: Thanks for the incentive! We won't let you down!

Exotos135: You've got a good point, but the other guy seems to think he needs MORE work. The guys delusional, I swear. Thanks for the suggestion though, and keep up the good work yourself Brochacho!

Guest Sorta: Thank you good Sir/Madam! I'll let the other guy know that you care!

EVAunit42: Thanks dude, and you're right. A lot of people go through hard times that seem impossible to handle, and it really brings you down. Thanks for the support, and we probably won't take you up on that offer, but we'll keep it in mind. Have yourself a wonderful night Brochacho!