Supernova, Chapter One - Overzealous:
"For as long as the Butterfly Kingdom has stood, this artifact of great power has been passed down from Queen to Princess. By my mother, The Great Chef, Comet, myself, your Queen Moon, and now, to my daughter, Princess Star, this wand has been, and will be held until the end of time itself."
The Queen carefully pulled the wand from the podium behind which she stood, lifting it high above her, the light of Mewni's glimmering off of its perfectly polished surface.
It was as blue as the sea itself, and as elegant as its queenly owner, or rather, as impossibly perfect.
Queen Moon was, and always had been that way, never letting her mask of ideality fall, even to the point that Star herself wondered if there was even a face beneath it, whether there was, or had ever been some inkling of fear or anxiety.
If there ever had been, which was a big if, there was certainly nobody around to see it, or… maybe she had done away with any witnesses.
As Star's mind wandered, her mother stared at her expectantly, holding out the wand as had been practiced a thousand times in just the past day.
Finally, Star broke from her trance and gracefully accepted the wand by mere muscle memory, her mother's deadpan remaining intact as she allowed her daughter to take her place in front of the podium.
She stared down at the wand she held in both of her hands, trembling slightly at the thought of what she might to first. She had so many different ideas, so many spells she had cataloged, so many monsters to conquer, so much good to be done.
Then, and only then did the question enter her mind of what the wand might look like.
Would it be long and wide like her mother's, or even longer, like a mage's staff? She bit her lip with anticipation, then finally exploded with excitement, thrusting the wand in the air.
The sunlight danced along the polished surface for just a moment, then began to morph.
It shrunk rapidly, fitting itself inside her palm to perfectly match her hands, and in the same second, started to change colors.
The blue grew more and more brilliant by the second as a swirl of pink spread across the entire surface until only a single circle of blue remained at its very center, adorned with a bright yellow star in which she could see her own reflection.
It was nothing like she ever imagined, and yet everything she hoped for, and even then, it continued to change, beautiful wings shooting from its sides as a string of indigo striped down its handle. Only then did a shimmering crown the same color as the star materialize at its tip, the wand brimming with the magical essence in her very veins.
A bright aura enveloped her new companion and the crowd erupted with applause, dazzled by the transformation.
The wand beamed for several moments before finally dimming down, and even still, the crowd cheered. Star smiled from ear to ear, invigorated by the power she felt.
She felt the clouds beneath her feet, and as soon as her mother retook the podium, she shot out of the room and sprinted through the castle's corridors until she reached her room.
Wasting no time, she heaved a massive book from under her bed and pulled a paper she had prepared from the very middle of the book. She pulled it aside and placed it on her vanity's desk, ignoring as a familiar face arose from the pages she unraveled so hastily.
"You know, it may be wise to take your time with this, maybe try some beginner spells?"
The disinterested voice of her tiny teacher annoyed her, but nothing could bring her down from the high she felt, so without hesitation, she pointed her wand at a lamp her mother had given her, smirking as she prepared to utter her first spell, which she had deemed the strongest in the entire spellbook.
"Wait, Star, don't-" the tiny blue wizard shouted to no avail.
"Black Velvet Inferno!" Star exclaimed, her eyes widening with excitement as a thick, purple beam shot from the end of her wand, encasing the lamp in a dark sphere much larger than itself, then exploding with a flash of white.
As the light faded, a faint cracking sound grew louder and louder, Star's eyes falling upon a large chunk of brick she had destroyed behind her target.
The walls of the tower started to crumble, then started to fall altogether. Star somersaulted out of her room, but only a second before the roof smashed against the floor, sending the entire structure toppling down with a thunderous crash.
"Oops…" she muttered to herself, shrinking in place.
Only a minute later, her father arrived, embracing her with worry in his eyes, then turning toward the site of her first spell.
"Oh, Star…" he said, sorrowfully as his wife strutted into the room, a familiar fire in her eyes as she pulled a pair of scissors from a hidden space within her poofy dress.
"I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me NO choice."
Moon sliced the scissors in the air in front of her, ripping open a portal which she stepped through immediately, a second later appearing behind Star through another portal.
As she turned to face her mother, she was shocked at the sight ahead of her.
Rags, from head to toe, something she never thought she'd see her mother dare to even exist in the same room as, let alone wear, but that wasn't all.
In each of her hands was another outfit, one matching her own, and one clearly designed for Star.
Moon yanked the wand from Star's hands and flicked it in her husband's direction, the clothes appearing on his body, then she flicked it again, and Star's outfit changed all the same.
It was nothing like she'd seen before, not on Mewni or any other dimension she'd visited. The top was made of a thick, cotton mesh, with long sleeves, a hood, and a strange metal contraption down its front center. The pants, even worse. They were coarse and tight, hugging her legs all the way down to her ankles.
Moon looked her up and down, then scoffed, waving the wand again and transforming her shoes from her typical royal flats to something completely foreign, yet alluring.
They were a pale pink, just like the top, but covered her entire foot, and more than that, there were strange strings laced across the top, tightening them around her foot. They were pretty in a way, and even felt comfortable, but still, Star wasn't excited for whatever her mother had in mind.
Finally, Moon tore open another portal, glaring at her daughter, her eyes instructing Star to step through.
Knowing something was wrong, she protested. "Mom, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! It was just- The wand was so-"
"You are out of control, Star," Moon retorted with a string of cruelty. "You're lucky nobody was hurt. If everyone wasn't in the ceremonial hall, the debris could have killed somebody!"
Star opened her mouth to reply, but the weight of her actions crashed down on her harder than anything she'd ever bore before.
Her skin was slightly pale, but she gulped and nodded, her eyes planted on the floor as she finally obeyed her mother's orders, stepping into a world she'd never seen before.
It was darker there, the empty night sky immediately catching her attention. The moon was big and full, but only half as bright as Mewni's. Even still, it distracted her from everything else around her.
She wasn't one to flinch at poverty. In fact, she had spent much of her childhood in the lower sections of the Butterfly Kingdom with her father, but what was ahead of her was somehow entirely foreign.
Garbage was scattered from home to home, in their yards, roofs, and windows, creating a pungent scent she couldn't hope to identify.
The home she stood in front of was no different than any other. There was an attempt at grass lining a gray path toward the door, but it was as lifeless as the night itself, dried and colorless. There was a quaint tree on her right, but it was unremarkable beyond that, apart from a strange piece of woodwork hanging from its lone branch. It was colorful, but empty. It looked a bit like the houses in the neighborhood, but much smaller.
She wondered what purpose the little house may have served, settling on the pleasant idea that a fairy might have lived inside.
The thought was enough to grant her a smirk, but just as soon, it dissipated as she remembered that her visit to this planet could not have possibly had good intentions.
She turned to her mother with wide, quizzical eyes, but wasn't even met with a glance.
Then, she glanced at her father, but he merely shook his head, either out of disapproval or confusion, a familiar sight regarding her mother's over-the-top punishments.
This time, she deserved what was coming to her. She was lucky she didn't hurt anyone with that spell. She knew it was powerful. She knew she wasn't ready. She should have just listened to Glossaryck.
She finally met her mother's eyes, ready to accept the consequences of her actions.