"War horse!" Marco shouted, aiming the wand at the charging steed. Just as it prepared to trample him, the horse abruptly froze in mid stride. In an instant, it disintegrated into nothingness, it's form dissolving into ink like wet sand. The sudden vanishing act left Marco stunned, surrounded in an eerie silence.
Marco and Tom's brows farrowed in bewilderment as a dark inky current suddenly surged past them. With a swift and mysterious power, it flowed beyond the magic stones, causing their vibrant lilac-pink hue to fade. The stones shattered to bits before their eyes turning a deep foreboding gray, leaving the two in stunned silence.
As Marco held the wand, the inky current surged up the water wells. Simultaneously, the horse within the wand swirled into the sky, triggering a flash of light. This sudden radiance overwhelmed the surroundings, obscuring everything from sight. The sky transformed from a serene and sunny land, showcasing the golden water, to a dark turbulent canvas. Thunderous clouds clashed, discharging lightning, while heavy rain poured from the sky, engulfing the previously tranquil atmosphere.
Glossaryck burst into laughter, wiping away a tear. He gazed skyward, "I can't believe you pulled it off. It seems the era of magic is drawing to a close." As the spirits of Mewni vanished, he descended before Star. "For what it's worth, kid, I think you made the right call," he said with a nod of approval. Star asked anxiously, "Glossaryck, what's going to happen to you?" With a hint of nostalgia, Glossaryck responded, "Well, a true captain always goes down with his ship."
"Star, the portals are closing; we must leave now!" Moon exclaimed urgently. In a flurry of desperation, Marco sprinted towards Star. "Alright, what's the plan?" he asked, his eyes wide with anticipation. Star took a moment before responding. "You need to return through the earth well," she said her voice quivering as she gestured towards the designated path.
"Yeah, okay, but what's the plan for us to see each other? There's a plan, right?" Star smiled, her eyes fluttering away. "Uh, yeah, yeah, of course, there's a plan," Star assured, though her voice carried a hint of dismay. "But you need to hurry before we get stuck here." Star suddenly clung tightly around Marco, her grip tinged with urgency. Tears began to escape from their eyes, tracing paths down their cheeks. "Bye, Star," Marco whispered. "Bye," she murmured, her voice trembling.
"Star, hurry!" Moon called out, urging her forward. With one last longing gaze, Star fled, leaving Marco to watch her disappear. A sense of defeat consumed Marco, like a part of him had left with her, perhaps forever. "And this time, for good," he muttered, his voice heavy with finality. Clenching his fist in frustration, he eventually let it fall limp by his side, a gesture of resignation.
Tears cascaded relentlessly, and a gaping void within his chest seemed to consume his very essence. Overcome with anguish, he began pummeling the ground, water splashing with each desperate strike. 'Why?! Whywhywhywhy!' he wailed aloud, yet only the silence answered, cruelly bestowing bloody knuckles and a dark reflection of his tear-streaked face.
The tempestuous weather worsened, pelting Marco with unrelenting rain, drenching him further with each passing second. The water's turbulence intensified, its swirling motion growing more disconcerting. The waves began to surge, their mounting force threatening to sweep Marco off balance.
He tried to gain steady footing, but the relentless torrent rendered it futile. Every time he'd balance himself , a successive wave would instantaneously reclaim dominance, mercilessly snatching his feet from beneath him.
"What's happening?!" he exclaimed, as the ground beneath him started slipping away. He struggled to keep his head above water, battling the formidable current. But every effort to rise was futile, as waves repeatedly crashed over him, relentlessly pulling him deeper down.
Just when Marco briefly managed to catch his breath, he sensed the water level rapidly shifting, pulling him in with an unsettling force. A dark presence loomed above him, casting a menacing shadow. As he lifted his gaze upwards, an overwhelming sense of dread consumed his expression.
A colossal wave, rivaling skyscrapers in height and spanning a width that eclipsed the horizon stretching towards the heavens. Its shadow engulfed Marco, plunging him into an eerie darkness. With his final gasp, he whispered a sorrowful farewell as the wave's mighty force submerged him, shrouding his vision in an endless veil of water.
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He regained consciousness encased in a translucent, membranous sac. The womb's sticky residue constricted his airways, inducing panic. With a surge of strength, he frantically clawed at the fleshy confinements, desperate for a life-giving breath. The sac tore open with a sickening, wet rip, and he tumbled onto the damp earth, gasping for air. Disoriented and trembling, he stammered, "Ugh, what...where?" while the relentless rain diluted the birth fluids, washing them away as he lay exposed, vulnerable, and naked on the ground.
As he scanned the terrain, he witnessed others tumbling onto the muddy ground. A girl plummeted, but her descent was abruptly halted by a snapping sound as she landed on her leg. A blood-curdling scream echoed through the air, accompanied by her anguished cry. A group hastened towards her, prompting a momentary sigh of relief. However, to his utter horror, they began savagely bashing her head and tearing into her flesh, leaving him petrified and wide-eyed with terror.
Abruptly, his reverie was shattered as a multitude of figures encircled him, their presence piercing through his terror-stricken haze. Their sudden immediacy sent a jolt coursing through his being, rendering him acutely aware of his vulnerable state.
"Hahahaha, looks like we've got fresh meat here!" the man exclaimed, scrutinizing him from head to toe as his cohorts encircled him, brandishing whips and chains. He tossed an object in his direction, but his gaze remained fixed on the group. His apprehension was palpable.
"Put it on," the man growled, his countenance transforming from jovial to stern. Marco reluctantly shifted his focus to the object, a metal collar with three chains attached.
"N-No," he stammered, his voice trembling.
"I wasn't asking," the man retorted, his smile replaced by an unyielding severity.
"I-I-" Marco's words faltered as the man slammed his club next to his foot, leaving a small imprint in the ground.
"I don't think you understand your situation kid, I suggest you put it on before we have to do it for you." The man sneered.
With trembling hands, Marco put on the collar, feeling a sense of resignation as he heard the metallic click of the lock. Instantly, the chain yanked his head downward, causing him to land face-first into the mud.
"Move it!" one of his captors barked, prompting Marco to rise, his body trembling. The group laughed at his predicament, and he could only nod meekly in response. The rain washed away the mud as he trudged along, flanked by his captors. Each of them held a chain, keeping him secured and eliminating any opportunity for escape.
As they marched, time seemed to stretch on endlessly. Finally, they arrived at a factory-like structure, billboards nearby advertising free food and shelter. Enormous tube-like towers loomed overhead, emitting thick smoke and ash particles that blanketed the surrounding area.
"Welcome to your new workplace," one of them sneered sarcastically. "Hope you enjoy your stay."
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Well that took forever to write mainly due to pure laziness and a busy schedule. Hopefully it was a good read, though I doubt it was enjoyable, mostly cringe worthy, but if you got any pointers for improvement please do share.
Anyways credit goes to the creator of "Star vs the forces of evil"
And
"How to survive hell" by Ratrotted on Reddit, but you can also check it out the Audio cover by The Dark Sominium.
Can't forget Meta AI for helping revise/edit my work. You wouldn't be reading this trash without it.