After the war had ended, after Horde Prime had been completely vanquished forever, after magic had been freed and released into the world, after love had seemingly conquered all, she thought that she and her best friends squad would explore the universe for new worlds and new life, that love and hope would never die, that things would only get better. And even if they'd face new foes and enemies, they would be able to prevail and triumph over all.

Oh how wrong she was...

Not like this...

Never like this...

The Princess Adora, known to many as She-Ra, found herself in the heart of a vast and bloody battlefield, in the the heart of a new war, and a losing one of that. Her eyes widened, her irises shrank, and tears slowly leaked while a thin trail of blood ran from one end of her lips. Already weakened, bruised, bleeding, and down to her knees, Adora looked around to see the countless carnages unfolding all around her.

The once dramatic and theatrical double-agent, Double Trouble, was being bitten by the limbs and tail by several dark-gold snakes connected together to a humanoid waist and legs. One of the snakes even coiled around their neck. Double Trouble kept shape-shifting through their various forms, hissing all the while. But once the snakes bit firmly into them, they tore apart limb by limb by tail, blood spluttering about as the limbless body dropped to the ground.

The butch rogue Huntara had both arms grabbed and restrained to the point of crushing by one large metallic right hand belonging to a silver-faced man with cold black eyes and in a tight suit of azure and orange. Scowling and grinding her teeth with defiance, Huntara attempted to kick at the strong-armed foe, even batting her head against his, but only she could feel any legit pain from it. The strong-armed man then lifted her into the air before swinging her through an arc and back down to the ground.

The trio of former Horde child soldiers, Rogelio, Lonnie, and Kyle, fired with hi-tech rifles at an enclosing swarm of large armoured snake-like men hissing and slithering their way towards them with sharped blades, axes, and spears. No matter how much the three kids shot at them, it seemed these snake-men felt no infliction of pain. Before long, the kids' rifles had been drained of any bullets or energy, one by one. Unveiling their fangs, the snake-men lunged towards the defenceless kids, wrapping their coils around the bodies and slowing choking them of any air they had left.

Entrapta, her robotic companion Emily, and the Right and Wrong Hordaks found themselves pitted against two distinct foes, a dark-skinned muscular man in green gladiatorial armour with a three-eyed visor around his head, and a blue-skinned yet equally muscular man with dark-grey draping loincloth and knee-high boots. His green face was surrounded by a bright-red metallic jaw that showed off his razor-sharp fangs, and in place of his right arm was now a black bulky mechanical clawed arm. The cyclops man tackled the two Hordaks with his glowing green sword, slicing through their weapons and eventually their heads.

The trap-jawed man meanwhile found himself jumped on by Emily, grunting and struggling to be relieved of the machine's grip, using his own claw to beat at the robot. Eventually, he was able to pull himself free, ripping off one of Emily's legs, before he then threw his metallic clawed fist straight through into her one eye. As the dented robot twitched and sparked from this, the trap-jawed man grinned as he soon ripped out some of Emily's internal components with a roar of sadistic delight.

Glancing at all this, Entrapta stopped to stare with wide-eyed shock at the deaths of both the robot she befriend and the two identical men she loved, before her body then jolted for a bit. Looking down, Entrapta saw a blade of glowing green sticking out of her chest, slowly losing her ability to speak or even breath, as the cyclops man behind her grinned with dark twisted glee. As he pulled back his sword, Entrapta fell down her knees and then slopped to her side, her long bright violet hair limping with the rest of her lifeless body.

Castaspella fought and struggled against a sorceress of equal yet darker power, a slightly older woman with paler skin and donned in a dark purple headdress and attire wielding a staff with an orb at the top gripped by three claws. Standing closely to the bleeding an unconscious bodies of Netossa and Spinnerella, the light sorceress formed a dome-shaped shield around herself and the two fellow princesses as the dark sorceress fired a beam of dark-light at her.

Clenching her teeth, Castaspella kept up her arms as high as she could in the vain hope of maintain the protective bubble, especially against the wicked sorceress' persistent attacks. She already knew how someone like Shadow Weaver was like, but this evil with must've been on a new level. The glassy dome soon began to crack under so much power and pressure, even Castaspella spotted this, eyes widening and knowing full well how this would end up. Seeing this, the dark sorceress' grin grew a tad wider as she charged up her staff with as much dark energy as she could comprehend, Castaspella's straining body was already beginning to drain itself or any strength or stamina. Before too long, the fragile shield finally broke through and the evil witch blasted down Castaspella and the two other princesses into utter oblivion.

Frosta formed and launched several sharp shards of ice at a taller and more muscular icy man, who then quickly deflected them back at her. She could barely even make a single step back before most of the shards stabbed right into her, including one shard hitting one of her eyes. Pushed back from the sheer force, Frosta flew flat to the ground, red staining her blue coat.

Elsewhere, just by the restless shores of the sea, Mermista and Sea Hawk found themselves facing up against a bulky, grotesque, and sickly-green fish-like man in dull-gold armour wielding a long trident, almost similar to Mermista's own yet certainly very distinct enough. Nonetheless, Sea Hawk whipped forth his glowing yellow sword and fought back with his usual flamboyant mannerism, none of which were amusing the merman even in the slightest. So with a deep shriek, he charged at the human, aiming his trident straight at him

Scorpia tried desperately to keep Perfuma safe and protected within her clawed arms, but she found herself constantly beaten relentlessly by an orange-furred beastly man, who then ripped Scorpia's tail straight off. As she howled from the growing pain, the beastly man stabbed the tail stinger right at her back, forcing her to let Perfuma go. The beastly man then bit deep into one of Scorpia's arms, crunching deep into the bone, before ripping the whole claw off as well, the same with the other arm. Perfuma tried to help Scorpia, but she soon found herself chocking and coughing on a strange invisible gas being emitted by a stunk-like humanoid being with an orange breathing tube and armour.

She-Ra's once valiant and spiritual horse, Swift Wind, already had his wings chewed clean off while he was trying to kick at a large dark-purple panther with bright-green flowing eyes. But even still, this inevitably proved too much and too futile and the panther clawed deep into the horse, knocking him down, and soon started mauling at him. Another similar yet slightly docile feline, Melog, sought to avenge the flying horse, but he too would soon find himself pinned down and gnawed at by the dark panther. He could barely let out one last cry of desperation before his head then dropped to the ground.

Standing close in front of the bloody bruised King Micah and Queen Angella, the equally battered Bow and Glimmer clenched their teeth with stern looks to their eyes. Facing off against and staring down at the two were a single tall glowing skeletal figure with a long purple cape with an equally long scythe, swinging and slashing at the two before finishing them off for good.

And finally, last yet not least, the one most important person to Adora' life, Catra. She laid almost completely still with limbs barely hanging, a thin stream of red leaking from his between her lips, and her eyes softly closed shut, dead, barely cradled in Adora's shaken arms. Through her chest was a wide, fresh, gaping hole that continually bled free. A few droplets of bittersweet water fell fre from Adora's still widened eyes on that face.

Slowly walking up behind the deep grieving Adora was a tall looming figure with blue muscular skin, where his face would expectedly be was instead a full-on skull that glowed a sickly yellowish-green, complete with eyes that glowed a menacing red. He wore an elaborate violet sleeveless garb and held a long back staff with a ram's skull on top and a bright glowing glass orb trapped in its jaws.

"Uncle..." Adora spoke, her voice just as weak as her body. "Why...? Why are you doing this...?"

"Don't think I ever really wanted this, my niece", Keldor responded, his voice devoid of emotion or compassion, as if he doesn't even feel any objection or pleasure from all this. "I would've wanted you to rule all of Eternia and Etheria, with me as your advisor, and her as your one and only consort". He eyed at Catra, or rather her corpse, when he mentioned 'her as She-Ra's consort'. "But it seems the end has to come to all at some time. You live by your sword, and you die by it as well".

Carefully and slowly, he crouched down and picked up the Sword of Protection beside Adora, already stained with a few splatters of red, before raising it up her chest and eventually her neck. Still paralysed by shock, trauma, and fear, Adora herself didn't seem to notice, or even care, as if she had already submitted to her oncoming fate.

"May you find your love in shared peace", Keldor said closely to Adora's ear, pressing the blade of the sword into her skin. "And may death do you both not apart, but together again".

Then finally, with one simple stroke, he swiftly moved the sword. She felt and heard a short, sharp, final cut, and glimpsed her own sword slip past beneath her teared-up vision. She couldn't scream, she couldn't speak, she couldn't even cry once more, only choke for almost a second on leaking red.

And then, she saw, heard, and felt nothing. Darkness had taken over.

The End...?