Amethyst stared out her window, watching the sunny sky above her.

It had taken a while, but they'd pulled off the repairs of the entire kingdom Navy had turned into a monarchy.

She'd never been able to open a portal that could get most of them home, but they'd seem content with the simple life the kingdom brought.

Then again, Stick City was big, crowded, and loud. She wasn't too surprised when most of them quickly rebuilt family if they could, and settled into a simpler life Stick City couldn't bring.

It was actually fun for her. She didn't really have to do much, just make sure everything stayed in order. If any of Navy's old buddies, or former armed forces that had survived the war Purple brought to an end, decided to resurface, Amethyst would let volunteers take care of them.

Needless to say, most of the people Amethyst had been able to save from a potentially painful demise at the hands of a crumbling castle wanted some revenge for Navy's actions.

She didn't blame them.

If someone destroyed her entire family just to kill a literal child, she'd want revenge, too.

...Oh wait, Navy had killed her mother and father in cold blood to kill Purple, a literal child.

Christ, people had problems.

Lots of problems.

It'd been a while since she'd seen Willow and Sunny.

While the portals weren't powerful enough to last long enough to get the entire population out, it was powerful enough for Willow and Sunny to make trips every other week to help Amethyst out.

Then again, she was a teenager. She was bound to have problems running an entire kingdom.

Willow and Sunny, who had access to a lot more advanced technology in the Outernet(thanks to the fucking Dark Lord), would come by every other week or so to help Amethyst run the kingdom, do some routine checks of the perimeter, or just help citizens keep everything in line with markets and everything.

Surprisingly, it looked as if Navy had planned the entire world out. He knew what he'd been doing the entire time.

And as long as nobody resurfaced to cause trouble, Amethyst was truly content with her current life.

Amethyst woke up with a weird feeling in her stomach.

She didn't feel sick or anything, she just had a weird gut feeling that something was wrong.

She didn't know why. She just felt...off.

Really off.

Still, she shrugged it off to be stress, or exhaustion, or something that wasn't the feeling of "Something is wrong and you need to get there and help."

That wasn't what was going on.

Purple was fine, his friends were fine, everyone was fine.

Everything is fine.

Amethyst didn't know why, she just had a really odd feeling about the library.

Purple hadn't really told her what was in it, she knew that there were things in there that just seemed...weird.

Then again, Navy ran the castle before she or Purple had been able to, so who the fuck knew what was in there.

She certainly didn't want to find out.

Either way, she still went in to explore, seeing as she hadn't really been in there at all, and maybe she could go through some of the books, and clean up some of them.

Maybe then she'd get the gut feeling to go away.

So, she started going through some of the books, organizing them the way she liked(It was her kingdom, someone could fight her on how she liked her books), before stumbling upon a few books at a back table.

Some of them looked familiar, seeing as Purple had been mentioned numerous times. They look liked diary entries in one, graphs and other things in one of them, and one closed book with a title that made her heart drop, and the gut feeling return full force.

"The Theory Of Soul-Transfer"

"...Fuck."

Sunny's hand hovered over the controls. It stayed there for a good while before Willow gave the signal.

"Now!"

Her finger pressed the button, and the room dissolved into loud buzzing noises and large gusts of wind. Sunny was lucky she'd tied her hair back for the portal opening, so it wouldn't fly in her face.

Willow ducked underneath their control panel as the portal went from a line in the center of the room to a diamond-shaped vortex.

As the wind and the buzzing died down, Sunny peeked over the sloped panel and watched Amethyst carefully step away from the portal and move past the containment gate.

"Nice work, you two. I knew making you my advisors was a good idea."

"You and the good ideas, Ame," Willow grumbled, double checking their containment gate for the umpteenth time.

"It's fine." Sunny said, pulling her hair out of the ponytail.

"You don't know that!"

"On other unrelated topics," Amethyst said, drawing the girls attention to her. "Has anyone heard from Purple or his friends recently?"

The two girls stared at each other for a moment before Willow spoke up. "I talked to Gold and Sapphire yesterday, but that's about it. They mentioned Purple was fine when I asked about him."

"Huh...weird."

"Why?"

"Because I had a weird feeling this morning, and when I found this in the castle library, something just said that there was something wrong." Amethyst pulled a book out of her bag, and Sunny read the title.

"The Theory Of Soul-Transfer"

"Well, damn. Didn't know Navy had that in a library."

"Neither did I."

Willow glanced back at her phone, her eyes widening at something. "Holy mother nature, girls! Look!"

She turned the phone to them, and the three shared a collective look of fear at the title.

" Numerous Portals Open up Around Stick City; No Casualties Reported"

"Amethyst, your brother has powers, he's fine!"

"No, the fuck he isn't! I'm calling it! He is not fine!"

They had just docked the boat on the coastline of Stick City, which was relatively deserted for technically being a beach.

Then again, a bunch of portals just opened up, who the fuck would want to be at the beach.

Willow's phone was still on the live news report that had been going on for who the hell knew how long, which they had identified Copper and Gold in the background of. A little bit of analysis work later, they'd learned they were all at the park.

God damn, Willow was a good analyzer.

Amethyst skidded to a stop in front of the park, avoiding news trucks and all, she hopped the fence and almost crashed into Gold.

"Jesus christ-"

"Sorry!"

Gold turned to look at her, almost blinking in shock. "Amethyst?!"

"Hi."

The group of teenagers from behind him jumped in shock.

"Amethyst?!"

"Holy shit, we thought you were dead!"

"Where have you been!?"

"Relax, guys, I've been alive the entire time. Just got myself trapped in the fucking other dimension Navy opened." Amethyst reassured them, pulling Gold's arms off of her and staring at King.

The poor man. King had clearly been racking his hands through his hair, pacing, and crying.

God damn it, King. What did you do.