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syubub · 5 years ago

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BTS as husbands

Seokjin

9 cups, 8 of Pentacles,5 of Pentacles rev., 10 of Cups, 2 of Cups.

Seokjin is a rock. As a husband, this man is emotionally mature and is able to take a step back to overcome any issues that they have in the relationship. He’ll also want to brag about his spouse too. He’s definitely a romantic but the quirky kind of romantic. He works hard to provide for his spouse will do what he can to make sure that everything is taken care of.

I definitely see him wanting to be super domestic with his spouse, cooking together and such. Definitely a soft, low key kind of husband who wants to dance comically in the kitchen in only underwear.

Honestly, whatever cute domestic scenario you have in your head is probably just about right. This man loves his spouse so much and they’ve probably acted like an old married couple from the second they saw each other.

Yoongi

The Lovers, The Sun, Justice, 2 of Pentacles, Hanged Man

Soft boy strikes again. Yoongi as a husband would be so sweet. He would do literally anything for his spouse. This man is big on equality within a relationship. I see him sharing everything with his spouse. I can legit hear "what’s mine is yours". This man is amazing at adulting. He probably handles finances in the relationship, not because he doesn’t think his spouse is capable but rather because he knows that most people find it annoying and he really doesn’t mind doing it if it takes stress away from his spouse.

Yoongi is a responsible husband. If something needs to be fixed, Yoongi has probably fixed by the time it has been brought to his attention.

Honestly Yoongi is a romantic man and would thrive off of little romantic gestures. If his spouse woke him up with coffee in bed he’d be in heaven. Just as he would be attentive to every little need I think his spouse will find that he secretly loves it when they do the same for him.

Good at problem solving and finding a new perspective. Not quick to anger and pretty chill for the most part.

Yoongi would absolutely light up whenever he is around his spouse and it wouldn’t matter how long they’ve been married for because he still feels like he’s in awe.

Tbh lots of arguing over furniture?

And interior design. He’s picky but only because he wants the best for his spouse.

Might get a little carried away in trying to rationalize every little thing and might have trouble letting some things go.

This popped in my head, like an argument for black vs white sheets. Like Yoongi wants black sheets because they look cool but it’s easier to tell if the white ones are dirty? And Yoongi has a whole mental list of pros and cons for black vs white sheets and his spouse is just like, "get the damn sheets, dude" and he’s like, "but what if," and his spouse gives him The Look and so he puts them both in the shopping cart.

He almost gets butterflies in his stomach whenever his spouse comes up. It’s cute.

At the same time though, people looking in from the outside might be like,???

"Are you even married?" Because they act so casual about it. But let me assure you this man is an affectionate man in his own way,

He likes skinship but on his terms (like a cat). I can definitely see him being the type to just always have a subtle touch on his spouse. Nothing possessive at all though. More like he finds such comfort in his spouse that he feels safe and comfortable with them around

Also definitely a little spoon. Fight me.

Hoseok

3 of Swords, 9 of Pentacles, hierophant, 5 of Cups

Hobi, my dude. I think he might be a little scared of commitment. Besides being a little wary of commitment though, I feel like he would be a very stable life partner/ husband. I can see him fretting over what to do because he doesn’t want to mess up and he might be the type not forgive himself for buying the wrong pasta. Honestly he is a wholesome spouse who maybe has issues with what he’s seen of marriage.

"Can’t get divorced if you don’t get married"

Thanks hope.

I think that he genuinely would be a sweet, caring, kind and strong husband who will thrive with the right person who knows how to ease his fears.

Hope strikes me as the type to not really put his emotions at the forefront. Like obvi he cares deeply for his spouse but when it comes to things that he struggles with it might take some coaxing to get it out of him.

Over all Hobi would be a great husband to anyone who put in the time and effort to reassure him.

Namjoon

Queen of wands rev., The Star, 2 of Pentacles, 4 of Pentacles, Magician

This man is easily overwhelmed. He might feel out of his depth as a husband, afraid that he’s doing something wrong? As far as husband material, Joon would be very bold? Like, Joon would treat his spouse like royalty and provide for them in a monetary sense but he would also have the potential to be kind of overly cautious with money sometimes because he fears that his spouse thinks that he’s trying to buy their affection. He would get anything and everything his spouse desired because he’s just that kind of guy. He would be the type of husband that takes his spouse out for fancy dates just because it’s a Wednesday. Like also expect this man to buy his spouse a Gucci outfit and leave it on the bed with a cute little note and a time for their dinner reservation. Ugh.

Expect him and his spouse to have a cute little book club too. Joonie is a romantic intellectual but also just a silly guy and he is probably the most easy going and dependable husband. Him with his spouse is something so powerful.

#powercouple

Jimin

Queen of Wands rev., Ace of Cups, hierophant, 7 of cups rev.

Jimin is a thoughtful libra husband. He will be constantly giving gifts and touching up on his spouse. I do see him being insecure. He seems to be a rather insecure person and when it comes to being legally, emotionally or some sort of weighty bond, tied to someone is nerve wracking. But Jimin is such a sweet heart.

He definitely buys lots of flowers and little gifts for his spouse.

"I saw this and thought of you.”

That’s something he does a lot.

It might be a rock he found in a parking lot or earrings that cost more that one years rent.

He really values open communication. He wants to know that something is wrong so that he can fix it before it turns into something it doesn’t have to be.

Will gush to everyone he knows about how cool his spouse is.

Taehyung

3 of Cups, 2 of Wands, King of Wands rev., 5 of Cups,

Taehyung will want to host parties with his spouse. I also see him wanting a pool?

Anyway, Tae is a very down to earth literal angel of a husband. He really is like the ultimate family guy. He is a very patient husband who is grounded and silly af. He knows how to make everyone laugh.

He is the perfect mix of child like and adult. Hes not afraid to tap into his childish side and bake a cake at 3 am with his spouse because it seemed like fun. He takes every possible moment he can to cherish his spouse.

I really think that Tae has a good grasp on how fragile life is and wants to make sure that his spouse knows how lived they are.

I see Tae really liking classy PDA

Jungkook

5 of Pentacles rev., heirophant, chariot, knight of wands

So so so cute. Think of a golden retriever. He wants to go everywhere and see everything and experience new things with his spouse. He has an actual heart of gold and will probably show up to his house with like 5 dogs he found on the street. I can see JK wanting to sponsor kids. This has nothing to do with possibly wanting kids of his own but I see him wanting to help out kids and wanting his spouse to be a part of it.

Such a dork.

Definitely has a collection of board games with home made pieces because he lost the real ones.

Will keep such a clean house.

A little irresponsible possibly? Not a bad thing but he just has such a youthful sort of outlook about some things.

Jungkook would be that steady pillar in the relationship. I keep getting ‘father figure’. I think I know what that is supposed to mean but the context is weird.

Jk is a dependable husband that holds no harsh judgment for his spouse. He is a pillar of strength and vulnerability and will do whatever he can to make sure that those around him are taken care of.

Think marrying your best friend. He knows every detail about his spouse and holds each little detail in high regard.

I also see him enjoying camping with his spouse. Like full on backpacking in the wilderness.

Values time spent together being productive, ie; grocery shopping, doing work at the table, working out etc.

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I thought it would be cute to do a separate reading on what their weddings might look like just because I’m sappy..

#bts #bts imagines #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts reactions #bts tarot #bts rm #hoseok #jungkook #namjoon #min yoongi #yoongi #kim seokjin #seokjin #jk #taehyung #bts v #bts suga #min suga #hobi

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fanofawesomethings · 7 years ago

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Shadows of the Past

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Every morning like the one before it, Pebble the Baker pulled a tray of fresh-baked muffins out of her stone oven. The red-bricked oven had seen so many baked goods that the inside was black with the smoke; her wooden turner, that was as thick as her young arms, had its color faded from so many days of use; and her apron had so many loose threads from so many washes to remove every stain she got on the job. But her years of baking were presented in more than just her tools; Mewni itself couldn’t start the day without one of her perfect muffins or pieces of pie. And Pebble was proud of that fact, so proud she’d get up early to start baking. That day’s special confections were muffins with strawberries in the shape of stars and a cherry filling.

“I jus’ know the Princess will love ‘em. Looks like they got guts in ‘em,” said Pebble to herself.

The muffins were laid out in front of the store, in a tight formation like cramped soldiers. She inspected her confections for spots, defects, bruises, but as usual she was proud to know there weren’t any. However, the last muffin at the very end lacked the stars. A perfectionist by nature, Pebble ran back inside to retrieve them at once, finding spares over the counter. It was fortunate, or rather unfortunate, she was able to move from outside at that moment.

The screams of the few townsfolk outside filled the town that was barely waking up. But their screams were mixed with Marco’s screams. People jumped out of the way of the rampaging Wyvern who weren’t in any way or form controlled by the two teenagers riding on top of it. Star thought pulling on its two horns would act like a steering wheel and Marco thought pinching its sides like a horse would garner a reaction; he was unlucky enough to lose his bearings and cling desperately to the dragon’s leg.

Pebble returned outside long enough to see her stand of muffin collide with the bulky head of the Wyvern. Bits of wood and muffin exploded into the air and landed on her head as she stood, frozen in disbelief.

“Good muffins, Pebs!” Star shouted as she drifted away with a mouth full of muffin and jelly.

The rest of the stand finally landed, but the baker didn’t seem to mind it anymore. If Princess Star liked her muffins, she wasn’t going to complain about the stand. At least for the first few minutes.

“STAR! STOP THIS CRAZY THING!” Marco screamed.

“Sorry, Marco, it looks like we’re going where this girl’s good vibes are taking us!” Star responded, excited as ever.

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU SAID YOU WERE IN CONTROL!” Marco felt himself fall an inch on the leg; the ground was closer to his foot and he did not like it.

“Really? That is definitely not something I’d say,” said Star, proud of that fact. She spotted a boulder at the end of the town before the forest. “Get ready to jump, Marco!”

“WHAT?!”

Star did her best to keep her balance while standing on the moving Wyvern’s back. She grabbed the hood of Marco’s hoodie and braced herself. When it became evident that Star meant to jump, Marco grabbed her hand with both his arms. Star waited for her moment and then the two leaped off the Wyvern and landed safely on a stack of hay. The Wyvern kept going and used the boulder as a ramp to zoom higher into the air towards the forest.

“There, that should keep ol’ Two Horn from hunter territory and away from the town,” said Star. “Now this is what I call a plan success.”

Marco hugged the hay for being their soft landing like it was a precious treasure. He was trembling. The state of him actually took Star by surprise and she leaned over him.

“You okay, Marco? I’m sorry for the jump, but we had to get off before it flew higher.”

“It’s…okay…I’m…kay…” Marco stuttered. Slowly he let go of the hay and stood upright. Stopping himself from trembling was a bigger challenge. “I’m just…not used to…so much excit—ment…so early…in the morning.”

“Yeah, I like my fourteen hours of sleep too, but Wyverns are less bucky early in the morning.”

Star picked clumps of hair out of her ash gray hair. It was especially hard around her thorns because of how sensitive they are; with the softest touch that wasn’t at all strong enough to get them out, she swatted at the hay with the tips of her fingers. By the time Marco had gotten over his trembling, gotten out of the hay, and picked himself clean, Star has barely cleared her horns of one straw of hay. She had no idea what she was going to with her tail, whose bushy hair trapped more clumps than her horns.

“Here let get that for you,” said Marco, reaching a helping hand.

Star slapped it away and took a defensive stance, arms up like swords. Marco reached in again with the other hand and she slapped it again. She took a step back and even hissed a little like a cat.

“No touchy my hornsy!” Star barked.

“But your horns and your tail are full of hay.”

“This is my life now. I’ve accepted the new me, now you do too!”

Marco rubbed his hands which were surprisingly red for a minor slap, and he didn’t plan on attempting it again for that reason. “Well, what do you want to do now? Should we head back to the castle?”

“Whaaaa? Marco, there is more to Mewni than the castle. We got so many places you haven’t even seen yet. Let’s go explore stuff! I’ll be your Mewni tour guide,” proclaimed Star, her tail wagging like a dog. Her enthusiasm pushed Marco to take a step back, cautious.

“I dunno, Star. The last time you wanted to show me around I got my bones stretched out.” Marco shuttered when he remembered that day.

“Nah, nah, this one will be way different. Come on, we gotta pick something from the castle first, then we’ll hit the streets!” Star pulled Marco by the hand towards the castle.

The castle that towered over the clouds themselves was also the part of Mewni that changed the most in recent years. Its once brightly painted towers and walls were repainted and redecorated into a mucky brown and black palette that best suited the interests of the ones ruling Mewni for over three hundred years. As Star and Marco entered the courtyard they passed the statues of the past noblemen aligned on both sides of the path; their once posh marble were riddled with green moss and mud and left to ruin, while the statues of the most recent king and queen were always cleaned spotless. As they came to the final pair of statues before reaching the front gate, Star slapped the outstretched hand of the previous queen’s statue—for good luck—whose name was carved at her feet: Eclipsa the Unifier. The drawbridge was devoid of guards and patrol knights in the area, it seemed, but Star knew better.

“Come out, Mordred, I know you’re there,” said Star.

The wall above the doors slithered and landed in front of them. Camouflaged to become hidden on the wall, the Royal Bodyguard and Captain of the Palace Guards, Mordred the Naga waggled his entire body to turn his black body back to its original brown color. Marco bit his tongue to suppress his fear of the snake creature that scared him many times before.

“Princessss?! You shouldn’t be out of the cassstle at sssuch an early hour! Come to think of it, you shouldn’t even be here at all,” hissed Mordred on the verge of having a breakdown for a situation he wasn’t aware of.

“I’m here on official Princess of Mewni business. Me and my companion Marco—say hi, Marco—are going on an excavation to record all of Mewni’s creatures,” said Star, making her voice sound regal enough.

“You mean an exsscursion, milady?” He asked, but Star didn’t know either way. “Well, asss long asss it’s for official busssinessss then it could be fine. Asss long asss you get back before sssunssset.”

“Don’t worry, Mordred, we’ll definitely get back before sssun—I mean sunset.”

The other guards still on the wall, Chameleons, rolled their eyes at the obvious lie Star told him their captain.

The drawbridge was lowered and they scurried inside, but much to the dismay of Star who had the intention of getting the supplies from her room and quickly leaving without seeing either of her parents, the resulting noise alerted the queen. Sitting on a windowsill with her book in hand, Queen Meteora, mother to Star, fully saw her daughter and Marco enter the castle. She slammed her book shut and raced down the flight of stairs. The king, Toffee, was unfortunately passing by when he saw his wife holding the sides of her dress to give herself more speed.

“Dear!” Meteora shouted.

“Y-Yes, my dear?” Toffee asked, startled like a cornered animal.

Meteora grabbed the tie Toffee wore above his regal outfit. “Star is home.” It was all she needed to say to tell him the entire reason for her hurry.

Together the queen and king raced to the grand hall, a room four times as large as any other room in the palace. Meteora was overcome with the urge to summon her monster strength; she pounced off the ground and bounced off the walls with incredible speed. Following his wife’s example, Toffee did the same, however his speed could never match his wife’s. Meteora bounced and Toffee bounced, and they landed perfectly positioned to deliver a stern lecture to the unsuspecting daughter. Star slowly opened the grand hall door, pulling Marco in, and then discovered her parents waiting for her on the other side.

“Mo—! I mean, Mom, Dad, it’s nice to see you this morning,” said Star, smiling weakly.

“Good morning to you too, dear. And you as well, Marco,” said Toffee.

Marco waved at the lizard king whose golden-green eyes pierced through the young boy’s body like a knife. He was always afraid of him before he was afraid of Star’s mother.

“Star, tell me something,” Queen Meteora began in a tone that grew sarcastic with the words that followed. “Have you done anything new with your hair? I must say this new look suits you.”

The queen reached her hand over the frozen princess and plucked a straw of hay off her horns, sending a bolt of electricity down Star’s body that nearly brought her down to her knees.

“Uh…yeah, all the girls on Earth are wearing their hair like this. They call it Eco-Fiendly. Right, Marco?” She turned back to Marco with a desperate look on her face that begged him to agree but he was stricken by Toffee’s gaze on him.

“Star dear, at least make a better effort to lie,” said the king.

“I saw you riding a Wyvern and wreaking havoc all over town. You even destroyed Pebble’s bread stand, Star,” said the queen.

“Well that was an accident, but Mom we had to get that Wyvern out of that area. It was going to be hunted if we left it back there,” argued Star.

Meteora raised her brow surprised. She looked to her husband, the leading expert in the creatures that inhabited Mewni.

“Wyverns are always hunted for their pelts and horns. To the right buyer they can make any hunter richer than a nobleman,” explained Toffee.

The queen sighed. “Be that as it may, I do not want a repeat of this incident again. No riding creatures in public, or in private, really do not ride a wild creature anywhere. Do I make myself clear, Star?”

“Yep, I’m all about it. Right, Marco?”

Toffee looked directly into Marco’s eyes. It was unknown if he was aware of Marco’s aversion to him, but Toffee turned to him as if he knew. Marco nodded disjointedly while the rest of his body wouldn’t budge. Star took Marco’s hand and once again dragged the weightless Earth boy away like a dog on a leash.

“You know she’ll just end up doing it again.” The previous queen of Mewni, Eclipsa sat peacefully and going unnoticed until she spoke; she was hidden by one of the many enormous pillars along the grand hall.

“Good morning, Mother,” said Meteora. Toffee bowed respectfully.

Even while inside, Eclipsa carried a parasol that was the spitting image of what her wand once looked like. She twirled it over her head playfully which she often did to match her pleasant mood. The heels of her shoes echoed like drums throughout the grand hall. Her eyes glowed with a mysterious fog of dark purple, a great deal of contrast compared to her daughter’s bright yellow eyes.

“Where is Father?” Meteora asked.

“My sweetie got invited to a poker game by the Lucitors; he should be back later tonight. Or tomorrow morning if they get into another argument. You know demons,” giggled Eclipsa. “Toffee dear, he told me he invited you to go. Why didn’t you go with him?”

“I was flattered by it. The Lucitors and I go way back, but they are too much for me to handle. Not to mention their kingdom to hotter than anything I can handle. I’d probably burn and regenerate twenty times before we’d start playing,” said Toffee.

“I don’t know what to do with her, Mother. It feels like every time I lecture her she’ll just end up doing the very same thing that started the lecture in the first place,” said Meteora.

Eclipsa twirled her parasol with carefree innocence. “Sweetie, lectures and notes can never be a substitute for experience.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning—you have to let Star figured stuff out on her own!” Shouted a muffled voice.

Eclipsa lifted her hat and out popped Glossaryck, the Court Magician of the Butterfly Kingdom and the spirit of the Butterfly Spell Book. Over his head wasn’t his usual turban but an empty pudding cup with a hole cut to show the purple gemstone on his forehead. He twirled a tiny spoon on his fingers and when he threw it away it returned to its normal size.

“That has always been your issue, Meteora. You are too demanding and you don’t stop to smell the garbage every now and again,” he said. He floated to Eclipsa’s ear and pretended to whisper to her despite speaking at normal volume. “Micromanaging, some people are born with it.”

“I am not demanding and I do not micromanage!” Meteora barked with an actual snarl like a rabid dog. “I merely want there to be less damage on Mewni and if it’s Star: something will always be broken.”

“She is so adorable, and Star definitely takes after her grandmother,” laughed Eclipsa.

Star didn’t take any chance to escape the room when she did. In fact when she heard her grandmother’s voice, she picked up the pace to leave faster, for she knew if any could distract her mother long enough it would be her favorite grandmother. Just before leaving the grand hall, Star made a mental note of needing to repay Eclipsa for yet another instance she came to her rescue.

In one of the highest towers above all things was Star’s room. Boggy and dark with sprinkles of light, the room captured the essence of her family’s improved history with monsters. Scattered around the floor and on the walls were many crude weapons Star made herself which matched the feel of those used by Mewman monsters during the Years of Subjugation. They hung over and around the bits of damp swamp Star plucked from the forests that were reminiscent of those her father once swam in before he met her mother; and like her father, Star would often find herself more relaxed when in knee-deep swamp water. Star embraced her monster side more than the rest of her heritage, but she managed to keep the tradition of the royal family by way of books she barely read, paintings her mother forced her to put on the walls, and a mural, which Star did respect, of the previous Queens holding their wands along the entire ceiling of her room.

Star didn’t spend much time in her room, grabbing the rolled up map by her balcony door and rushing out as fast as she came in.

“Okay, Marco. Are you ready? For the best. Expursion. Ever!?” Star hopped in place.

“I think you mean exploration. But, duh! Of course I am!” Marco matched her enthusiasm.

“Good! Cause all these places are the best places to get the real Mewni experience.” Star unrolled the parchment paper to show a choppily compiled map of Mewni, drawn and colored in by crayons, with a little Star drawing at the very bottom next to the castle. “If we go to the Mudspouts first I’m thinking we might not get to see the Centaurs. But the Mudspouts are the best part. Tell you what, we’ll hit up the Mudspouts and then pass by the Spit Cave to get clean and then we hit up the Centaurs.”

Marco eyed the map closely as though his eyes were microscopes. “This looks really disorganized.”

Star rolled the map up and bonked his head. “Don’t stifle my art. Let’s get going!”

Marco moved his hand away before Star was able to grab it, so he could run on his own.

Once away from the palace and the town, Mewni turned surprisingly quiet and picturesque,

The forest was only a step out of the town, but that step took Marco into an entirely new world. Further down the sounds of the townsfolk, the lute players, the common animals, were all gone when Mewni transformed into the picture of serenity and nature. Its forests were peaceful meadows where from the largest creature to the smallest insect could find a home, with water that flowed silk and shined like diamonds. Though Star hadn’t planned it so soon, a roaming band of Unicorns galloped passed them nearby; as their crystal hooves touched the ground they released a flutter of sparkles that added to their already blinding beauty. The boy from Earth felt his head spin with so much to see; Marco could look far and wide and he knew he would never find a more fantasy forest if he tried.

Miniature volcanoes grouped in clusters of eight or nine spouts, the Mudspouts were geysers that spewed gelatinous mud when erupted. On a busy day it would be a hangout spot for many of Mewni’s teenagers, both Mewman and monsters alike, where anyone could swim in the steamy mud for a relaxing treatment from magical mud. The only issue with the spot—something even Star agreed on as she held her hand over her nose—was the putrid smell of swamp gas mixed with fermented mud and mold that accompanied the replenishing mud. There wasn’t a flower or even a single blade of grass growing anywhere near the Mudspouts and as a result the area was a clearing in the forest.

“Why do people like to hang out here?” Marco asked, pulling her hoodie forward and covering half his face with it.

Star took a long breath through her mouth, but she could sadly taste the smell. “You just have to get used to it. The mud is supposed to make your face look all shiny and new. See?”

She scooped a handful of warm mud and rubbed a bit of it on her forearm. The dark gray scales on her arm suddenly shined with the sun like crystal. Dabbing the rest on the ends of her ash gray hair showed the mud adding sheen to her long locks.

“See. Maaaaagic,” said Star.

“Whoa, that’s cool! Maybe I’ll take a bit of it for back home.” Marco pulled a plastic bag from his pocket that he was carrying for his own reasons and scooped a bit of the mud.

“Gonna take it to your mom? Aww, what a good son.”

“Nah, my mom doesn’t do this kind of beauty, says beauty comes naturally to her. This one for my dad, he always complains he’s getting crow’s feet.”

It wasn’t what Star expected. The two teens laughed.

Star unfurled the map, this time letting Marco see it while she decided where to go next. Even she couldn’t read her own handwriting on some parts; the drawings she made helped her as much as it did Marco.

“Since we didn’t go into the Mudspouts, we can still get to one more place before hitting the Centaurs,” said Star.

“You really want to see them? What do they do?” Marco asked.

“Not much, but they do let people ride them if we ask nicely. It a really good way to practice hanging on.”

“That…sounds ominous. What about the Fairy Fountain?”

Suddenly Star fell solemn, the enthusiasm brightening her face dimmed and even the hearts on her cheeks shrunk. “Oh no no no no, you do not want Fairy Fountain. All they ever do is tell you your hair is ugly or how they don’t like your scales.”

Star pulled the map away from Marco. She wasn’t especially reading it; she covered her face. Marco reached out to her but he stopped himself.

He thought back to when he and Star first met, to her first day at school on Earth. Then, the school became divided between those who stared in wonder as if they were watching a zoo animal and those ran in fear; at the center of it all was the new girl. A girl with gray skin, gray hair, red horns, piercing golden eyes, and a burley lizard’s tail was too much for the humans who had never seen such a person, and for the longest time Star was by herself, shunned. Marco felt the same aura around her as he did before he introduced himself to her: loneliness, a deep sorrow that made the air heavy. He didn’t know what to say.

A rumble did its best to interrupt the tension between them. Strong, sudden but fast, a quake knocked Marco and Star off their balance. At first there was nothing, no damage to the forest or any screams coming from the town. Marco picked himself up and was struck by a blinding glare. The sun that was not yet above their heads bounced off the tip of an enormous crystal peaking out from the trees nearby.

“What is that?” Marco pointed out, but the crystal quickly vanished

Star rocketed to her feet, eyes swung open in shock. “I’ve seen those crystals before. Those are Rhombulus’ crystals!”

“Rom-what?”

“He was part of the old Magic Council before Grandma Eclipsa disbanded it. I know those crystals anywhere! This is crazy bad! We gotta go!”

Deeper into the forest they ran, off the beaten path where the rocks grew out of the ground and the trees eclipsed the sun. A pale fog seemingly from out of nowhere took them away from the forest as though the area they entered was on a different world. Star was the first to hear a commotion over a hill in front of them; she quickly pulled Marco into the bushes. She vigilantly gestured Marco to keep quiet as they slithered out of cover to peak over the hill. They heard the collective shrug of a gathering of people.

Star saw the ex-Council member standing to the side of a huge crowd of monsters. She had only ever seen Rhombulus once—during a pathetic attack on the castle by himself—and he was just as she remembered him to be: pathetic; he sat lonely on the side with his hood pulled all the way over his diamond head. A crater parted the crowd, mostly likely where the giant crystal was summoned. Those around him, coincidentally, or rather intentionally, were all reptilian in descent and many of them Star recognized as friends of her father. But speaking in front of all of them was a lizard Star had never seen in Mewni or the forest before.

Iron armors on his chest and shoulders clanged like buckets when he walked, more like slithered with his thin legs. His features were just as another lizard, sharp and stretched with intimidating eyes, but he carried a jagged, saw tooth blade facing upwards on his back that added to his malevolence. A deadly scowl, directed at Rhombulus, tightened his narrow face. His claws clicked on his solid scales with his arms crossed.

“As I was saying. Friends, we are sitting on a gold mine of opportunities! Do any of you realize the chance the swamps have given us!? Queen Eclipsa and Queen Meteora don’t have their wand anymore and the princess is off on some other dimension! Do you know what this means?” The lizard asked.

A collective shrug ran through the crowd along with a murmur of confusion.

“Uh…we get a throw a party of Joey’s Swamp again?” Asked one of them.

“Joey’s Sw—? NO! Why can’t any of you—?!” The lizard growled until his dark green face turned visibly red, frightening the crowd. He took a deep breath just to hold himself back. “I meant it is the perfect opportunity to take back Mewni!”

Silence overcome the audience when the lizard expected there to be cheering, he was disappointed.

“Why would we do that, Azrael?” Asked another lizard.

“BECAUSE!” He took a moment to calm himself. “Because Mewni once belonged to our kind, the monsters, before the Mewmans colonized it. They took our ancestral home and forced us to the swamps!”

“But we like the swamps,” said someone.

“NOT THE POINT! Our people had to endure centuries of slavery and abuse before things were reformed, but no amount of peace can ever make the centuries of hardships our ancestors had to endure. We must take back the world for them!”

“But we like the way things are!”

“Yeah, and we like the King and Queen!”

“Toffee is our king too! He and Queen Meteora make thing super cool for everyone!”

“NO!” Azrael roared. “Toffee has been blinded by those Mewmans’ way of life! He is shadow of the warrior he once was. And Meteora—that halfling—has too much of her mother in her. They are unfit to rule! It is out time, brothers and sisters! It is our time to take back our ancestral home!”

He raised his fist in the air but the others didn’t join him.

“You’re kind of crazy, man.”

“Is the only reason you want to take back Mewni cause you want to be king?”

“You’re a nut!”

“We follow King Toffee and Queen Meteora!”

“We won’t listen to some whacko!”

The vein on the side of his head popped. Azrael reached behind him and pulled out the sword, but in response the other lizards drew their own weapons. It would have been twenty against one, but the lizard up front didn’t waver at the odds; in fact, a deadly smile crinkled his face like an old tin can. He held both hands on the sword’s handle and swung. Faster than any of them could block or dodge, the blade split into a thousand shard, each one of them as sharp as the formed blade; they flew into the crowd and struck everyone. As the shards collected together and reformed the single blade, twenty bodies collapsed, motionless.

It took all of Star and Marco’s courage not to utter a noise in response to the horrific attack. Star started to cry for the lizards she knew.

Rhombulus shivered like a cat on the sidelines, flinching when the remaining lizard turned to him. He didn’t put away the sword and the ex-Council member whimpered.

“Stop being a coward, Rhombulus, I’m not going to hurt you!” Azrael barked. “You are with me, right?”

Afraid still, Rhombulus turned to the serpents he had for hands but they pretended to be asleep. He shrugged to him.

“I mean…yeah, course I’m think you, buddy…but the last time I attacked the castle…it was a disaster,” sighed Rhombulus.

“Rhombulus, you attacked by yourself with the only armor being on your hands. This will be different,” said Azrael with a boom of enthusiasm on his groggy voice, but he could still sense his doubt. “Aren’t you tired of crashing as Hekapoo’s, or eating Lekmet’s cans? You have a chance to take back the kingdom. And get back on the Magic High Commissions.”

This stirred Rhombulus and Azrael noticed it.

“Oh yes, that is what you want? For you to be seen as the Great Crystallizer, Rhombulus, like you used to be. Taking back the kingdom would bring just that. There would be a new King, a new Council!”

“B-But what about the old King and Queen?” He asked.

“Leave that to me, my friend. All you have to do is wait for my signal and then crystallize the old Kings and Queens.”

Rhombulus looked to his hands but they shook themselves to be excluded from the decision making. “Alright, I’ll do it!”

Azrael swung the blade at a tree and threw it over his back. He held his arm over Rhombulus’ shoulder and the two walked like best friends, towards the castle. The tree the lizard attacked had its bark sliced and it took a while for it to topple over; the remaining stump was singed like a cauterized wound.

Their gasps were held back for the sake of not being noticed, but when Azrael and Rhombulus were out of sight, Star and Marco sucked the air out of the forests with their exaggerated gasps. Star rushed to the bodies of one lizard she knew by name, Serpias, a female who once taught her how to prank her father and made her laugh any time she visited the castle. The wound on her stomach, like the ones shared by the others, was burning red with dried blood around it; the entry had been sealed almost immediately upon contact. There was nothing Star could do.

“Come on, Star, we need to warn the castle,” said Marco softly, knowing just by her tears how much Serpias meant to Star.

“We can’t just leave them here,” Star sniffled.

“We’ll give them a funeral, but if we don’t hurry they’ll attack your mom and dad.”

It was bitter, but Star had to admit Marco was right. She laid Serpias’ head down, gently so it seemed like she was sleeping peacefully. Even if it was just in her mind as though it was fast, Star gave a goodbye to the lizard she knew.

“That guy is going to pay for this!” Star growled in a commanding, intimidating and affirmative stance Marco had never seen on the usually cheerful and lighthearted girl; it surprised. She took out her scissors. “Let’s go!”

Back inside the palace, Meteora returned to her reading on the page where she left off before Star appeared. The book was pleasant read about the history of the kingdom after Eclipsa took the throne and changed the once monster-hating society into a kingdom of acceptance; Meteora had read it many, many times before but it was always a book she could read without putting down until it was over, passing the time effectively. She reached the part detailing Eclipsa’s storm of the castle when a gust of wind knocked her out of her page and a voice like a shriek pulled her away from her tranquility.

“MOM!” Star screamed and Meteora was startled into falling over.

Meteora landed on her hair and she took a moment to fix it. “Star! How many times have I told you not to sneak up—” She turned around and saw the distress on her daughter’s face, unexpectedly serious; it didn’t take more than that to tell the queen something had happened.

Toffee was taking another stroll down the castle halls, admiring the town from a palace window. He enjoyed the scenery and the calm, at least for the moment.

“Toffee!” He heard his wife calling him. No matter the situation, whether it was serious or one of her typical tantrums, Toffee knew he had to rush to meet it.

The king burst into the grand hall. “Yes, dear!” It was there he found his daughter weeping into the arms of his wife who was consoling her.

“Do you know a lizard named Azrael?” Meteora asked. The utterance of the name moved Toffee.

Star and Marco explained everything that happened up to that point. His let out a somber sigh when they told him how many lizards, including the ones he knew, were slain. He mumbled the culprit’s name the entire time until Star stopped.

“I didn’t think Azrael would be foolish enough to involve an ex-Council member in this. He’s even more of a disappointment than I remember,” said Toffee.

“Dad, who is this guy?” Star asked.

Toffee took a deep breath to explain it. “Before I met your mother, I was part of the General to a squad of lizards in the Mewni swamps, and Azrael was my right-hand man. We were dedicated to keeping out monster way of life and rejecting the new Mewni way of life. I thought like that too until your mother showed me what I was missing. When I left Azrael swore he would get me and the kingdom back.”

“He’s going to use Rhombulus to imprison us. Maybe even my mother and father too,” said Meteora.

“We’re not going to let him! He thinks because you don’t have your wand you won’t be a threat, but he doesn’t know I’m here. I have the wand, I could take this guy!” Star proclaimed.

“Absolutely not! Star, you said so yourself, this lizard is dangerous. He has a Hornet Blade, something that can go faster than the fastest spell you’ve ever made. You wouldn’t stand a chance,” said Meteora.

“Y-You’re wrong, Mom! I’ve been learning a whole lot while on Earth and I’ve done plenty of fighting when I was here. I can handle myself!”

“Star. He took down twenty people in a second,” said Marco.

She turned to him in disbelief. “Marco, you don’t believe in me?”

Looking at her saddened face, he was overcome with guilt. He meant to say something, but the words didn’t come out fast enough.

“I can do this! Serpias was my friend, this is my home! I have the right to defend it!”

The tapping of a parasol against granite effectively derailed the tension brewing, especially when the perpetrator was in an odd place. Eclipsa drank a cup of tea alongside Glossaryck who had taken the old queen’s parasol for himself and was the one tapping it on Eclipsa’s behalf. When they finally noticed him he returned to it her; both of them floated down lightly like a feather.

“If you don’t mind, I have a solution that could benefit both your viewpoints,” Eclipsa started, sipping the last of her tea which was just lemon tea mixed with chocolate syrup—how she liked it. “Star, sweetie, this isn’t an insult to your magical skill but you are unfortunately still a novice and this Azrael is a master. Let your father handle him; he is, after all, his enemy.”

“Grandma, you can’t just expect me to do nothing!” Star cried.

“Oh, I didn’t say anything like that. Azrael may be left to your father, but Rhombulus will prove to be a nuisance if he gets in the way. That is why you’ll be handling him. You and this handsome, young man.”

Marco blushed.

“Mother, you can’t be serious! Even if Rhombulus is an idiot he is still dangerous. His crystals can never be broken once they swallow you. You remember, don’t you?” Meteora argued.

Eclipsa rubbed the spot on her right thigh where the injury Rhombulus left her was. “Yes, I remember it well. But you learn more from experience, and I learned he is little more than a child at heart. I’m certain any granddaughter of mine can easily defeat him. Can you do that, sweetie?”

Star pouted like a disgruntled child. Of course she wanted to fight, there was no denying that, but she expected more than just the lackey to a mastermind. She wasn’t happy about it, but she agreed, and when she did, Marco also agreed to fight.

Cornered by the odds against her, the queen’s sharp teeth began to show. Frustration bubbled to the surface of Meteora’s face and it wouldn’t be long before it was unleashed completely. Though it was obvious her daughter was about to lash out at her, Eclipsa remained giving her small smile. Sensing the impending explosion, Toffee pushed Star and Marco towards the exit.

“Star, dear, I need your help getting my old armor on,” said Toffee.

“Uh…” was all Star could say before she was completely pushed out of the room.

Meteora took in a deep breath, about to unleash the barrage of lectures at her mother, when Eclipsa pressed her finger to her mouth.

“You’ll see,” the old queen said mischievously.

The alarm was sounded of an intruder in the castle courtyard. There were special alarms to signify different types of intruders: the alarm that sounded—three bells ringing consecutively—was meant to alert the castle of an ex-Council member on the ground. Rhombulus clung to Azrael tightly as he heard the stomps of over a hundred castle guards, both monster and Mewman, fast approaching. Released from the guard’s quarters behind the castle, the platoon hurried with their weapons drawn, but just as they were about to the round the corner and meet the threat head on, Azrael holding the handle of his weapon, they suddenly stopped and the two intruders heard the screeching halt of the metal boots. Azrael didn’t lower his guard; in fact he was apprehensive about the lack of resistant to his presence.

Mordred lowered the drawbridge. In chain mail armor that had rusted on a few parts on the front and largely in the back, Toffee stood poised with an aura of a dignified king. Azrael drew the sword as Toffee started walking to him.

“Your majesty!” Mordred called from on top of the wall, extremely frantic.

Toffee shot him a look that ordered him to stay still.

“You have guards protecting you now. Weren’t you once the lizard who could bring an entire army to its knees?” Azrael grinned, mockingly.

“Azrael,” he greeted. He looked to the other. “Rhombulus.”

The ex-Council member puffed out his chest to appear not intimidated by Toffee’s gaze.

“You were expecting me. Just the sort of man you used to be; I’m glad some semblance of the General is still in there.”

“You attacked your own kind, Azrael. And all to get to me. How can you live with yourself when you’ve become a hypocrite to your very way of thinking?”

“We do what we have to. They will be missed and when the Monster Empire is made anew, they’ll be given a heroes honor!”

“I don’t think that’s what they would have wanted.”

Azrael swung his blade, but Toffee didn’t think to move. The zooming shards flew around him and struck the ground in a barrage like rainfall; not a single one touched him. Disinterested, Toffee adjusted the piece of chain mail scratching at his neck.

“A Hornet’s Nest Blade, or a Hornet Blade for a shorter name. You must’ve been plenty busy since I left,” said Toffee, as condescending as his precise voice could be.

“I’ve been training, preparing myself for the day I finally take back the kingdom. But it turns out I didn’t really need all of it, once I found Rhombulus here, yet another person cheated by the Butterflies.”

“Uh…hi,” waved Rhombulus.

“What do you hope to gain from this? To have a kingdom that was never yours? To restore a barbarous way of life out if spite? To liberate the free?” Toffee inquired.

“This freedom is a sham! A SHAM! They’ve taken away your roots, your culture for their own! You dress like them! Eat like them! Act like them! They are the enemy, they always have been! Why doesn’t anyone realize it!? No amount of ‘fair treatment’ will erase all the Butterflies did! What Solaria did!”

Toffee sighed. “So that’s what this is about. The Monster Massacre.”

“ENOUGH!” Azrael roared, striking a battle stance, intention burning his eyes, which Toffee did take seriously. “I’ll bring you, the queen, and this entire kingdom down!”

Azrael raised the sword above his head. Star and Marco turned pale from their vantage point knowing what was coming. Toffee took off running in circles, side to side, in a nonsensical and random pattern. Azrael was confused but he swung the fearsome sword that lunged his body forward anyway, and nothing happened. The blade remained in a single piece and Toffee stopped for a moment. The courtyard was still with Azrael in shock.

“What? WHAT?!” Azrael screamed.

“When you know how it’s done it’s useless,” said Toffee.

“GRAAAAAH!”

Azrael flailed the sword in front of him like a mad animal. With every attack that failed land he unleashed the next with more strength and far more rage to the point his scales turned scarlet red and his eyes popped out of his skull. Toffee dodged the insane barrage of attacks with swift speed, unending in his dodges and he wasn’t reserved about expressing his superiority. He gave Azrael a toothy grin, bouncing his brows, which tore Azrael’s last shred of sensibility.

Star and Marco watched with awe, their mouths hanging down. It was the first time both of them saw Toffee wearing anything but regal clothes and fighting an enemy, and while looking cool and collected. Meteora looked smugly at the two of them, proud of her husband.

Both fighters expressed their skills as warriors. Azrael’s strength was unrelenting and Toffee’s endurance matched it; not a bead of sweat fell on his brow as he dodged.

Awkwardness and a lack of knowing what he was supposed to do were apparent in the sidelined Rhombulus. Toffee dodged the next attack and punched Azrael across his face, his first attack on him. Clearly a spur of the moment, Rhombulus raised his arms and focused in on Toffee, who was too fast for him to focus on as well. An enormous crystal ended up being formed between Toffee and Azrael.

“Oops,” Rhombulus spoke.

“He’s mine! Get the queen!” Azrael ordered.

“SPRINKLE DART FIRE!”

A beam of bright, multicolored sprinkles surrounded by an aura of magic blasted the ground at Rhombulus’ feet. Star and Marco came out of hiding behind Eclipsa’s statue.

“Surprise!” Star burst out.

She showed them the staff. In her hands it was a scepter with a crystal skull inside a bright red, star-shaped tip and a black elongated shaft. The intruders froze. Holding it, having the two facing her, the hearts on her cheeks glowed and the staff coincided with it, glowing bright vermillion.

“Oh man! She has the thing! The thing! The thingy! The wand!” Rhombulus pointed.

“I see that, just take it from her!” Azrael ordered mid-swing.

“B-B-But she’s super scary!”

“Shut up, you have snakes for hands and a diamond for head!” Star snipped.

Rhombulus stopped his foot down. “You take that back! Okay you’re going down!”

The snakes on Rhombulus’ arms opened their mouths and spit forth a storm of miniature crystal shards that zoomed across the courtyard. Marco jumped in front of Star and slammed a knight’s shield Eclipsa gave them just before they left the castle. To the expectation of Eclipsa, who was watching with a cup of tea in her hand, the crystals bounced off the shield easily. Star poked her head out to the side, holding her staff out in front of her.

“FANGED BUNNY SNIPE!” She yelled.

A cotton white bolt flew faster that Rhombulus could dodge and striking him on the chest and throwing him back. Star and Marco raced towards him. Even if their master didn’t get up, Rhombulus’ snakes stirred and started firing again; once again Marco slammed the shield down and blocked the attack.

“Cupcake Rocket Pump!” Star aimed her staff to the ground, but the spell wasn’t meant for her.

A beam shot into the ground and for a moment there was stillness, until a shaking occurred. Rhombulus woke up from the previous attack to find himself trembling above a mini earthquake centered beneath his butt. The beam Star just fired launched Rhombulus up with a burning explosion that both sent him flying and singed his backside. Marco reeled back and threw the shield like a discus, striking the flying ex-Council member midair and then quickly returning back to his hand; the shield has magical properties to block any attack and always return to the holder’s hand. Rhombulus fell to the earth like a sack of potatoes; in his desperation he summoned a gigantic crystal to shoot from the earth and catch him before he fell any lower.

“Y-You think that’s gonna beat me!? No way!” Rhombulus shouted from atop the towering crystal; intimidation was not audible in his voice.

Star and Marco nodded to each other and proceeded to storm the tower. Rhombulus fought back with the wave of soaring crystals.

Meanwhile, Toffee dodged another one of Azrael’s attacks. It was as if their fight had never started as neither side had gained ground against the other, but at the same time neither one lost ground. The only attack delivered was Toffee punching Azrael, and from then on he focused more on taunting him than advancing the fight.

“You filthy coward! Stay still and fight like a general!” Azrael yelled.

“’A real warrior wouldn’t rely of magic’. Isn’t that what you told me?” Toffee mimicked.

Azrael stopped himself before throwing the next swing. In a fit of rage he threw the blade across the courtyard. His claw dug into his chest just to pull his cloak. Exposed, his chest was a collage of scars that stitched patches of different scales on him like a rag. He waited expecting Toffee to do the same. Clearly the act was only to feed Azrael’s ego, Toffee though to himself with a heavy sigh as a result, but he shed the chain mail anyway. Azrael wasted no time jumping on Toffee, pouncing with his claws held out. Toffee slammed his knee into his chest and proceeded to finally start the fight.

Star swung her staff to the feet and a cloud levitated her and Marco off the ground. Rhombulus stopped fruitlessly shooting crystals and instead summoned a bigger cluster above his head. Barely able to hold it against the weight, he tossed at them, but there wasn’t much strength in his throw; Star navigated the cloud to evade the slow attack.

“Thirty Second Pause!” Star whipped her wand.

When Star and Marco reached him level, Rhombulus raised his arms for another cluster to appear, but he could barely lift them passed his huge head. He made a rattling noise as if his imaginary teeth were chattering because of an extreme cold. Every inch of his body froze; the snakes were locked as well.

“We’re caught you, criminal!” Marco snapped.

The spell didn’t allow Rhombulus to even make an attempt to break free. “Oh nuts.”

“Why are you even attacking us? Is this because of Grandma Eclipsa fired you?” Star asked.

“Y-Yeah! Eclipsa got rid of us, now all the ex-Council members are living on unemployment wages and working part-time jobs. Except me, I can’t work with these arms,” said Rhombulus.

“So you want to get rid of the king and queen so you can get on the Council again,” deduced Marco, proud of himself for doing so because it added to his confidence in his intelligence.

Rhombulus didn’t answer, mumbling under his breath instead but the answer was obvious. Star raised her hand to his head.

“I’m bringing you into the brig, Rhoombelus,” said Star.

“Rhombulus!” He corrected.

“It doesn’t matter! You helped a murder, attacked our castle twice already. Does that sound like what a member of the Magic High Commission would do?”

“Wh-What do you know?”

“I know what I see, and I see some guy who wanted a title more than he wants to actually do his job. The Council’s job is supposed to help people, and all you want to do is keep your seat.”

Rhombulus’ head dropped, much to his surprise. Star cleared her throat to speak one last spell. He waited for her lips to part and then Rhombulus blew Star and Marco off the cloud with a quick attack. They were knocked to the ground by the force of a dozen crystal slamming into the stomachs; if not for the fast cloud catching them before they hit the ground they would have been injured greatly. Forming on the spot were the attack connected, crystal began to swallow the two of them.

“GAH! What is this?!” Marco cried.

Star twisted the staff’s hand, shooting a small laser, but it didn’t scratch the crawling crystal like she hoped. Rhombulus jumped from the tower and quickly slapped the wand out of Star’s hand.

“Sorry bout this, Princess, but I need a paycheck and the magical power again. Nothing personal,” he said.

The gaping mouth of both serpent arms was over Star. The hissed apologetically, but the crystallizing blast continued to form over her, about to fire. Marco couldn’t move, nor could Star, the weight of the crystals on their chests pinned them to the ground.

“STAR!” Marco screamed.

Star shut her eyes. A jolt startled her and just about everyone else.

The ground shattered like glass beneath Meteora’s feet. She jumped from the top of the wall surrounding the castle and landed from an eight-foot fall as if it was nothing. Toffee stopped and when Azrael saw the look of unsettlement in his opponent he too stopped; he saw for himself what caused the fear in Toffee. Meteora’s dress was torn, but not from the fall, rather she outgrew it.

Meteora abandoned the regal look as her husband did, except her transformation was more extreme. Her arms and legs were engorged with muscles, bearing dark purple markings. Bright green eyes, bigger than they once were, glaring with a burning passion, above fangs and beneath large horns.

“Don’t. Touch. My. Little. Butterfly,” the queen spoke.

She went to Rhombulus. Each step shook him to his core.

“Uh…stay back! O-O-Or I’ll crystal you!” He yelped.

Meteora didn’t stop. Before he knew it, she had bridged the gap between them and stood an inch away from Rhombulus. He was paralyzed by the deep yellow in her eyes, anger that boomed with anger and horrible intent, all directed at him. Meteora grabbed him by the collar and threw it him into the sky; he flew fast like he weighed nothing to her.

His opponent distracted, Toffee got a sucker punch in. Azrael shook it off and attacked, ignoring Meteora; but the queen had no intention of interfering with her husband’s battle. Azrael’s physical punches pulled his body in the direction he swung as though his arms were the same as the sword he discarded. Toffee grabbed each hand and countered with a swift punch, always into Azrael’s head. He spat a speck of green blood off his nose. The wound healed in a second.

“This is pointless, Azrael. You can’t beat me,” said Toffee.

“Impudent traitor! I will not stop until you and this place crumbles!” He growled.

Behind an unharmed Toffee stood an empowered Meteora, a freed Princess Star with her staff held at him and Marco with his shield. Azrael felt instantly cornered. His fangs grinded against each other while anger boiled inside him. He screamed loud and high into the air; Azrael turned around and grabbed the sword. The others braced themselves but he did not stop running after he had his sword.

“There are more than one Council members left! I will have this kingdom, TRAITOR!” The fleeing intruder dug into his pants pocket and threw a pellet into the ground that burst into a cloud of smoke, hiding him until he vanished.

Toffee waved to Mordred and the other knights up on the wall to follow him. They took off running immediately, even if Toffee internally knew they wouldn’t be able to catch Azrael.

“Mom! Look at you!” Star gushed with excitement.

“What? This? Oh it’s nothing really,” blushed Meteora.

“You threw that glass dude like he was nothing! That was amazing!” Marco praised with similar enthusiasm.

Toffee joined them. “That was a pretty close call, Star. You let your guard down.”

Star’s good mood was instantly dashed. She dropped her head in humiliation. Unexpectedly, Toffee ran his hand over her hair and caressed her cheeks lovingly.

“You learn more lessons with failure than you do with victory, and you always strive to do better. Remember that,” he said.

Star smiled. She threw her arms over her father. Feeling festive, Meteora joined the embraced. And Star grabbed Marco and pulled him so he could enjoy it as well, even if he felt importable being held by Toffee.

Up above the palace walls, Eclipsa finished her fourth cup of tea within the last few minutes. The floating teapot by her side continuously refilled her porcelain cup and she drank the contents within seconds. With the next cup she added four lumps of sugar and mixed with her finger instead of a spoon. Glossaryck drank straight from the teapot.

“You knew this would happen, didn’t you?” He asked.

Eclipsa burped the entire twenty cups of tea she had all at once. “Not really. Expected them to win, but I didn’t expect both of them intruders to leave.”

Glossaryck burped as loudly as she did. “They’ll be back.”

“Oh, I know they will. But my daughter and granddaughter will be ready. It’s in their blood.”

Glossaryck scooped a bit of tea in his palm and held it out. Eclipsa tapped the edge of her cup against his hand as if to cheers. And then the two drank themselves full as they watched Star and the others head towards the forest, holding hands.

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