Adora suffers her worst nightmare yet.

The anger burning painfully throughout Adora's veins didn't come close to the desire to see blood split. To see her blood spilt. To mar the otherwise perfect pristine white snow. A luxury she'd never seen before her defection to the rebellion. She growled low in her chest, turning to scan the area.

Just below the crest of the hill was a non-white coloured tuft of hair. She-Ra laughed as she leaped at the hair, grabbing it within her fist. The head attached to the hair screamed as she was pulled up, dangling a few feet the ground. "She-Ra! Stop!" A voice She-Ra distinctly recognised pleaded. The head attached to the hair began to furiously claw at her bare arms.

She-Ra didn't feel the pain. She pulled the hair higher. The scream grew louder. She-Ra pressed her face up close; analysing her prey. "Adora! Put me down!" The head pleaded, tears racing from her eyes. She-Ra tilted her head. "Not Adora," She grinned. "Please! You're hurting me!" The head cried, clawing at her arms again. She-Ra lowered her to the ground, still holding the har.

The head made a strange sound; one that didn't sound angry.

"She-Ra hurt you?" She tilted her head again, eyes scanning the head. The blue/yellow eyed head glared. "Yes! She-Ra hurt me!" She kicked out at She-Ra's legs. She-Ra simply stepped over the swipe, landing a sharp kick into the blue/yellow eyed head's knee. "She-Ra hurt you? No. You've hurt She-Ra!" She-Ra threw the blue/yellow eyed head to the ground harshly. The head coughed as she curled in on herself.

"You get hurt in war!" The yellow/blue eyed head screamed. She-Ra's eyes widened for a second. "Adora never hurt you. Adora tried to not hurt you," She-Ra argued. "I wanted to hurt you," She grinned maliciously. The blue/yellow eyed head gulped. She-Ra brought her sword in a large arc over her head, down and down until a loud-

Squelch!

Adora jolted awake, screaming.

She felt damp with sweat - or was it tears?
She didn't know.

Her heart beat at a million miles a minute. She grabbed the twisted duvet cover, squeezing it tightly. Her head felt thick with cotton, stuffed to the brim, pooling out of her ears. She grabbed her hair, pulling it harshly. "Control yourself!" The shadow's whispered. Adora whined and tugged harder. Her hair stung her scalp. "Get out of my head!" She cried into the darkness, kicking the covers off. Her body tingled in a cold sweat as goosebumps broke out all over her bare skin.

She jerked out of the bed and began to pace.

All she could see was Catra's bleeding body in the Northern Reach.
All she could hear was the sickening squelch of her skin splitting from the sword's brutal attack.
All she could taste was the tangy metallic in the air.
All she could smell was blood.
All she could feel was the sword, heavy in her grasp, dripping with blood.

Her stomach lurched, and she threw up at her feet.

Tears brewed and spilled from her eyes. Adora stepped back away, furiously rubbing her eyes. Her eyes defaulted to a blood splatter on the ground. Her stomach lurched again, but this time she ran for the bathroom.

She dry heaved painfully, grabbing the porcelain bowl tightly. It began to splinter slightly beneath her grip, but it didn't really register until a tiny bit chipped off into her finger. It began to ooze blood slowly.

She heaved again, painfully reminded of Catra's blood staining the snow. Her head pounded; though with fear of the nightmare or the unyielding attempts to vomit, she'd never work it out in that precise moment.

"Adora?"

Fuck.
She heaved into the bowl again, this time tasting a tang of metal.
Oh great. She'd torn her oesophagus.

The bathroom door was pushed slightly further open, a dim pink light illuminating the room. "Oh you poor thing," The voice cooed. She shuddered. "Not sick," She grunted, fighting for control over her body. Since she'd left the Fright Zone, her body only seemed to run on fight mode out and about, but flight mode in the privacy and comfort of her safe spaces and friends.

"Oh? It looks like you are to my eyes," Angella retorted. She slowly sat on her knees, her wings elegantly folded behind. "Not sick," She grunted again. Angella hummed. "Then why, prey tell, at two am, are you being sick?" Adora sniffled and grabbed some tissue to wipe her mouth. Pointlessly, as she'd not actually thrown up since the bedroom.

"It was a nightmare," She sighed quietly a few minutes later. Angella made a small sound. "Is that why you are in here? Because it frightened you so?" Adora felt her cheeks grow hot. She pressed her pounding forehead against the toilet seat, releasing in the small burst of relief it provided. There was a sudden soft weight against her side, pulling her into a warm side. Unconsciously, she curled into the warmth. Then, the damn broke.

She cried quietly, sobs hiccuping her body with violet quakes. Angella stayed silent, rubbing her shoulder as they sat on the ground. It took a while, but Adora finally calmed down enough to speak coherently. "I didn't make it," She mumbled quietly. Angella frowned. "Pardon?"

Adora repeated herself. Angella continued to frown. "You didn't make what?" She asked. Adora gestured loosely with her hand. "Um... the uh... when I woke up... I didn't make it in time,"

Initially, Angella thought Adora was illuding to a bladder related accident; she'd wet herself.
Glimmer had wet herself multiple times as a child.
Though, Adora wasn't a child... neither had she ever even had the opportunity to be one.

Then it clicked. "Oh... you were sick?" Adora looked away. Angella tutted softly. "I'm sure we can get it cleaned up quickly and quietly. It can be our secret," She whispered, making a move to stand. Adora's frantic hands grabbed at her night dress. Life bloomed into her grey eyes as they widened with recognition. Her hands let go as she flushed beet red. "I'm sorry," She mumbled.

Angella waved her off as she picked up some tissues and gloves from under the sink.

"Why don't you freshen up and go back to bed?" She broached. Adora's face blanched, even in the low light. "I can leave a light on for you? It used to help Glimmer," She offered. Adora's grey-blue eyes scanned her pink ones. Finally, she nodded softly. "Ok,"

Angella returned a few moments later, washing her hands vigourosly. She dried them, dissmissing the pink ball of light. The bathroom fell into darkness as she moved into the bedroom. Adora sat on the edge, nervously bouncing her leg. Angella felt something bloom in her heart; this poor girl hadn't received an ounce of comfort in her life, besides that Catra girl of hers.

And from what Angella understood, Catra hadn't been lucky in the comfort department either.

Now they were apart, it was abundently clear how much they relied on each other to get through the days.

Angella sat on the armchair to the left of Adora's bed. The blonde frowned. "Your majesty?" She asked. Angella gestured to the bed. "Get some rest. I shall stand guard for you. And keep the light on," She flicked her wrist, summoning a soft pink ball of light, no bigger than her palm. It was bright enough to warm the room, but not too bright to receive no sleep. Adora shook her head. "I can't let you do that. Your rest is much more important than mine," She argued.

Angella held a hand up. "We will discuss why I strongly disagree with that in the morning. You are hurt. I am simply providing a reassuring presence, I hope," Adora grumbled slightly, but clambered back into the newly made bed. She turned onto her side, gnawing at her lip. "If you ever need to talk the nightmare through, I am always here as an ear," Angella offered off-hand as she picked up the book on Adora's bedside.

Etheria and its inhabitants: Magicats and the creatures of Half Moon.
Edition 4, Part 2.
Cyra ~ Magicat Queen - deceased.

Ah yes. Angella knew of the Magicats of Halfmoon. Cyra had written the book before the Horde invaded. Angella added the small memo of her untimely passing as a note to the reader.

She flicked through to some post-its on the side.

Magicat.
Half cat, half Etherian.
Notable traits:
1) cat like reflexes
2) cat ears
3) sometimes a tail
4) unruly hair
5) fangs

Angella's mind flew to Catra. She must be a Magicat. Huh. A soft snore brought her out of her reverie. She smiled softly, moving the ball of light closer to her book. She turned it over and back again, humming in thought. With her smile staying strong, Angella began to read about the Magicats as Adora slumbered peacefully.