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I Summon the All-Seeing Eye	By : all_possible_worlds Category: +S through Z > Star vs. The Forces of Evil Views: 29524 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 14: A Thunderstorm Roaring Through the Night
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She's a thunderstorm roaring through the night
She's our shooting Star, and she's lighting up the sky!
- The Songstrel Ruberiot (both continuities)
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After Princess White's latest proclamation, the five of them were quickly escorted to three separate rooms within the mansion. Ponyhead and Glintwisp were locked in together, as were Marco and Star. Jackie was shuffled into her own room, in what the princess of Mewnie suspected was an ironic attempt at enforcing some bizarre 'no boys allowed' rule. If you asked her, that was closer to Heinous' way of thinking than that of a true rebel princess, specially the party princesses of St. O's. But it seemed that, for all her talk about fighting oppressors, Saint Olga's under White's leadership was even more oppressive than it had ever been before. Was that even possible? How was it possible?
Anyways, that all didn't matter, because there were two things right now that seemed more important to Star Butterfly than the future of St. O's princess' rebellion. The first was that, come tomorrow, Marco was supposed to fight some crazy mother-killing princess from hell. And, well, is not like Star doubted her bestie's fighting skills - which were, like, totally super awesome - but she had never seen him fight with a sword, much less in a formal duel. She was sure White would declare herself the challenged party, despite calling for the trial, simply because it was Princess Marco coming into her... kingdom? dominion? or, like, her little fiefdom? As opposed to vice versa. So, Star needed to advice Marco both on sword fighting, and on royal dueling norms, and is not like she ever had paid much attention to either of those things herself!
Then, of course, there was the second thing. The part that made her sad to room with her best friend in the whole multiverse, with her... was he even still her boyfriend? The question itself made her chest hurt and her stomach twist like she needed to puke. It was the question that she had been trying to ignore the whole night. The part where Marco maybe hated her now for being a manipulative skank!
They waited there, in long uncomfortable silence, standing at the entrance of a somberly decorated room that was twice the size of Marco's, yet smaller than Star's own. Neither of them quite able to bring themselves to be the first to speak.
"Star, we need to talk," Marco offered. He walked in and sat on the jacobean chair, by the mirror, leaving Star to take over the huge bed in the middle.
She barely noticed the furnishings herself. Marco loved this old-fashioned overly-ornamented royal crap that was all over the place in St. O's. Honestly, she liked Earth furniture way better. There was even some you could assemble and disassemble, without using magic! How cool was that? But, yeah, not the time for thinking about cool things. Rather, it was the time to finally face the music, as it were. Or maybe, maybe she didn't even have the time for that.
"We don't, Marco," she spoke. "If I hurt you, then I am sorry, and if you hate me... well... nevermind, my point is that tomorrow's duel is what we should be talking about. A duel is not just like a regular brawl, Marco. In this case, I think it might be way more dangerous, like not fun-dangerous, dangerous-dangerous," she tried to explain, but he cut her off.
"No, Star, all the more reason we need to talk. If tomorrow I am going to get skewered by a fairytale character turned twentieth century dictator, then there is something I need to tell you first! I've been thinking about it all night..." He looked up at her, pausing as if he still couldn't find the words to say what he had decided to say.
"You can say it tomorrow, Marco!" Star protested, tearing up a little. She didn't want to hear it. She knew whatever the specific reason Marco was angry at her, no matter how valid, it would shatter her, and she needed to be whole right now, for his own good if nothing else. "Look, just let me make sure you come out of this thing alright. You can hate me all you like after we deal with this Princess White stuff, ok?"
"No! We can't do that, because you got it all wrong! Please, just listen for a second." He took a deep breath and crossed one leg atop another underneath his princess dress. "First of all, Star, I don't hate you, and you didn't hurt me. I am really sorry I caused you to think that was the case. Apparently even now I keep messing this stuff up! It is just, I didn't know, or I don't know, how to begin... I guess the first thing I should have said, actually, is that it's me that needs to apologize, so, well: I am sorry, Star."
"Wait, what?!" He was making no sense. What would Marco have to apologize for? "But then, why did you seem so angry earlier? About me not telling you about Tom?"
"Star, I already told you, I don't give an opossums' ass about Tom!" Marco shouted. "And, I was angry at myself, alright? At being so stupid! At ignoring the way my best friend felt! Why didn't you tell me, Star? Why didn't you tell me that I was making you miserable when I began dating Jackie?!"
"Uh?" Star thought back to their conversation earlier that same night. Had Marco ever truly said he was angry at her, or had she just assumed he was? Then again, he truly had nothing to apologize for, other than perhaps being a misleading idiot just now! "Marco, you were not making me miserable, ok? I was happy that you were dating Jackie, because it made you happy. And ok, so I was a bit jealous of her, and a bit worried that you didn't like me the way you liked her. But well, surprise, you sort of did! It is pretty much the one thing Ruberiot got right with his stupid song: that story did have a happy ending! At least until earlier tonight..."
"I did like you! I do like you! Is just, I am ashamed it took me so long to realize it, Star," Marco blushed, and shifted her, his, ponytail, uncomfortably. Honestly, it was kind of adorable. "I am sorry if I hurt you by being so oblivious!"
"Marco, I was fooling even myself back then about how I felt, so of course I fooled you too!" she reasoned. "Anyways, suppose I had told you then, what would you have done? Dumped Jackie for me?"
Marco fell silent, and they stared at each other for what seemed like forever.
"I am such an asshole," he said, simply. Because he wouldn't have? Or because he would? He didn't say, and Star did not press him on that. For once, she managed to keep her own impulsiveness from making her do something she knew she would later regret.
"Marco, I know assholes, ok?" she grimaced, recalling a certain demon ex-boyfriend. "You really, really, aren't one. And hopefully you don't think I am one either..."
The Earth boy, St. O's rebel princess, her bestie, got off his chair and walked towards Star. He was crying and smiling at once, and so was she. He extended his arms and was about to lean down towards the bed, when Star jumped to meet him.
"Hugs!" she cried. Suddenly, things between them felt right again. He was her boyfriend, and her best friend. He cared about her so much that the thought of having made her miserable, even if it was basically by failing to read her mind, was the one thing that disturbed him the most about that entire gross messed-up song. Tom didn't matter to him, and the reaction of the people of Mewnie didn't matter to him, so why should those matter to Star? If it ever came to that, she would find a way to get the citizens of Mewni to accept Marco and her, and Jackie too, for that matter. Whether she had to bend tradition to do so, or re-invent it, they would find a way, together.
As they embraced, a flash of inspiration hit her. "Wait, I got it! You don't really have to fight Princess White tomorrow!"
"I don't?" Marco asked, visibly taken aback by the magical princess' rapid change of tracks.
"No," she reassured him. "I just remembered! From my lessons. Guess I wasn't always asleep! Traditionally, under most kingdoms dueling standards, you can designate a proxy to fight for you. Which means... that I can take care of the problem for you!" She made a swift wand-shooting motion, with her non-wand hand just in case.
"Wait, Star, didn't you say that was dangerous?" he reminded her.
Thing was, he wasn't wrong. If the other princess' weapon of choice was swords, then that banned magic wands, and what were the chances Snow White would chose wands? Well, if worst came to worst, she could dip down and blast her, with or without a wand. Then again, she reminded herself, doing that required a moment of concentration she might not get right in the middle of a fight. At any rate, Star was much more comfortable with it being dangerous for her, than for Marco.
"Oh, Marco, don't worry, I can handle a little danger!" she put her best smile forward. She was not exactly the best princess to spot you in a formal duel, but Star was sure she would do much better than 'Princess Marco' could, no matter how cute he looked in a dress. Speaking of which, "For now, less worrying, more smooching!"
Star turned the two of them around and pushed her boyfriend onto the bed, climbing atop him as she pressed her lips, and her torso, firmly against his own. A growing bulge between the folds of his pink dress told the true princess that, at least as it pertained to her 'no boys allowed' plan, Princess White had already been foiled.
"Wait, Star, just for the record: I haven't agreed. I am still fighting tomorrow!" he protested. "I got us into this whole mess, remember?"
"Oh, really?" Star grinned at him as she cocked her head. "Tell you what, Marco. You show me you can wrestle me here tonight, and I'll consider letting you fight other princesses," she joked. "Besides, I got us into this mess first!"
"Wrestle you, Star?" the karate boy raised an eyebrow. The mewman girl grabbed his wrists pushing him down, kissing him fiercely. The look in his eyes told her he got the idea. "Mmm, Star, not to rain on that particular parade, but I don't think there is any connection between a formal duel and, well, this."
"Well, I dunno Marco, they both involve some... 'sword play'" she wiggled herself atop him suggestively and chuckled. Marco groaned at her pun, but soon his groans became panting, and acquired a whole different meaning. Star herself felt her own excitement build up. There was something about the whole situation, and their respective costumes, that made her feel so, so, wicked. Tomorrow she would face Snow White, no matter what Marco said, but for now, she herself was going to be the bad princess.
"Star, wrestling doesn't involve swords..." Marco remarked. Before the princess could finish thinking of a retort, mentioning how much of a spoilsport the 'Safe Kid' was being, she felt his arms slid from under her hands and grab her own wrists in return. With a quick movement, he flipped her over, and before she knew it the positions were reversed, "... it involves grappling moves."
From his position straddling her, he bowed and placed his right fist on his left palm. Star was about to protest that that wasn't wrestling either, but his lips quickly shut up her own. She felt his hands slid around her shoulders, removing the two suspender straps of her costume. He was doing something else with them. Something that Star couldn't focus on, because his arms kept softly brushing against her mewberty wings, and his hips kept grinding on hers as both their skirts hiked higher and higher up. Soon she could feel his 'sword' poking her through only the fabric of their underwear.
A moment later, she remembered their playful competition, and moved to pounce Marco back on his back, reversing their positions. Except, it turns out she wasn't able to do that. In fact, Star discovered, she couldn't move her arms from behind her at all, even as Marco's hands let go of them to concentrate on caressing her breasts through the black top of her costume. She gasped and moaned in pleasure, and it took her a second to realize what the boy had done just a moment before. Both her arms were tied against her back using her own suspenders. "Hey, that's playing dirty!" she shouted.
"It's called strategy, Star," he smiled at her, a smug Princess Marco smile. "So, do I win? Do I get to fight White tomorrow?"
"Sure, sure, Marco," she groaned. Maybe she would regret giving in so easily later. But what could she do? If nothing else, Marco was resourceful, and if he wanted to fight, then who was she to stop him? She had told him once that she needed a friend, not a hero, perhaps that was true in reverse as well. "Just... well... finish the job, alright?"
"Gladly," Marco remarked. Star didn't know if it was just a matter of having significantly more practice, or if the Princess Marco persona made her bestie more confident, even in such a bizarre context, but he seemed so much more sure of himself than usual. She liked it. She liked it a lot. He was not being a cocky asshole like Tom, or suave dancer-trance Marco, he was being her bestie, just, you know, bolder! He roamed his lips along her neck, suckling and kissing. He moved his hands along the edge of her wings, and dipped into her top to trace circles around her nipples.
Star felt herself getting hotter and hotter, and she could feel the boys own excitement without even needing to concentrate. She knew, through their mysterious link, that he found the idea of her being bound and vulnerable just as exciting as she found the idea of him being bold and in control. She could perceive that he indeed felt powerful in pink, and that he was reluctant to do away with either of their costumes. "Just push it aside," she suggested.
He understood and did as she asked. A hand went in between their skirts, and pushed aside their underwear. Star felt Marco's cock slide into her through the mess of fabrics and begin to move inside her. She felt an instinct to embrace him as he begun fucking her rhythmically, but was quickly reminded of her immobility by the tight grasp of the leather straps around her wrists. Her brief struggle excited them both even more.
As he picked up pace, their sensations once again blended together. She could feel herself around him as much as himself inside of her, both perspectives becoming one and the same as he rode her towards climax. Realizing she could still move her legs, she lifted them to embrace his, pushing him deeper inside her. Her vision became a series of flashes, half from his perspective, half from hers. She could see both their panting sweating faces as the other saw them, hear their moans and grunts from either side.
A flash of green and she was Marco, feeling rebellious and in control, and at once more like a girl and more like a guy than he had ever felt before. A flash of green and she was Star, getting lost in the sensations, happy to be completely at the mercy of the one person she trusted the most in the whole world, excited to feel him inside her after having feared she would lose him. A flash of green and she was up in the air above the forest of certain death, flying at vertiginous speed towards the center of Mewni.
Before she could analyze that last scene, her mind went blank completely, as the powerful wave of both their orgasms hit her, not quite simultaneously this time, but in quick succession. She felt him pulsating and pumping into her even as she rode a long climax. All the muscles in her body tensed at once, and then became incredibly relaxed. Marco fell by her side and, summoning whatever strength he had left, he undid the knotted straps holding her arms in place. As soon as she could, she turned to hug him.
"Well, Marco, guess it was not the best idea to get you this tired the night before your big fight," Star observed, conceding the point that started the whole wonderful struggle.
"I will be alright, Star. We are still like, what? Four hours away from dawn?! Oh, man..." Marco grimaced. "Well, Star, just promise me what we did just now won't end up as a song," he joked.
Star punched him in the arm. "No more songs! Not now, not ever!" she declared. "But, Marco, are you sure you are ok with, well, with all of that?"
"If you are ok with it, Star, then so I am," Marco shrugged in response. "Although, if you have any other shocking revelations I should be aware of, now would be a great time to bring those up. You know, when there is not an entire kingdom for an audience..."
Star though back to their mysterious link, to the flashes she had just seen. Why had she seen Mewni, and the forest of certain death, of all places? She considered, for a second, to tell Marco about the visions, but that would require mentioning the All-Seeing Eye spell, and that was an explanation she still didn't want to get into, not now, and hopefully not ever.
"What? Marco, don't be silly! That was all of it, I swear it, all of the shocking revelations. No more secrets, I promise!" she blurted, after a while. The boy in the pink dress arched an eyebrow at her, in clear disbelief. She forced a nervous smile.
"You know what, Star, never mind, I'll learn them when I learn them. I guess that's the thing about being your best friend, or your boyfriend, it is always going to be a surprise after another, and I wouldn't have it any other way," he smiled a relaxed smile at her. "Lets sleep now. We have a fairytale dictator to overturn tomorrow."
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Tom looked up from the stash of envelopes on his hands, pausing to observe Janna's focused movements. She sat on the floor of his room, in the lotus position, waving her arms in intricate patterns around the flickering ball of ghostly blue flames that floated in front of her. She had her eyes closed. Could she see them, then? The dead souls swarming around them, circling her sitting body as she drew from their power? The demon prince was sure she could not see them with her eyes open. Humans, as a rule, could not. But perhaps she already could sense them in her mind eye.
It wasn't as if she was consuming souls to power her sorcery, not even close. The power required to permanently destroy a true soul was enormous, as was the arcane energy liberated in the process. But she was attracting them to her, and sipping away some of the remaining life-force of the long deceased, little by little spinning it into her phantasmal yarn of flames. It figures that the damned girl would have an affinity for the energies of the underworld, rather than those of her own dimension.
He brought his focus back to the letters, as he sat quietly on his sofa, wary of interrupting the apprentice witch. Bills ('To: Tom Lucitor, One Lucitor Palace, #666'), petitions from mortals seeking favors from dark powers ('To: His Grace, Tom Lucitor, Dark Prince Most Unhallowed'), and more junk mail that you could even imagine ('To: Whomever it might reach'). To hell with advertisers! Actually no, that they were all down here was the problem in the first place.
"Tom, catch!" yelled Janna, as she let go of her fiery hex in his general direction, probably seeking to startle him. The demon smiled a single-fanged smile, and caught the fireball in his hand with ease. He closed his fist around it, holding on to it, took a stack of letters with his other hand and slowly burned them into the flame, before extinguishing the blue orb with his palm.
"Cool," he remarked evenly. "That's some pretty good progress, Janna."
"Is way too slow," she retorted, unconvinced. "Come on, Tom, the other way is faster, and way more enjoyable!"
She gave him a seductive wink, and vulgarly roamed her hands around the curves of her small breasts. The demon prince raised an eyebrow in return.
"Janna, last time we got lucky," no pun intended. "It was like being a lightning rod. The only reason you didn't hurt yourself is that you fired off the power as soon as you got it. I am pretty sure you don't want to take a risk like that again."
He sighed and directed his attention elsewhere, away from the teasing mortal. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a black envelope, labeled simply 'To: Tom, From: Sam'. A familiar feeling of dread nested itself in the back of the demon prince's skull. Despite the simple informal addressing, the letter was sealed in blood red wax, displaying the flaming blade and pentagram symbol that the young prince knew only too well.
"So," Janna's words took him out of his contemplation, "you are saying you are going to have me here for three days and not fuck me, Tom?" She mock-pouted.
"I said no such thing," he grinned, devilishly, "just that we might have to exercise a bit more self control than that night, unless you literally can't get off without me going full agro," he teased her back. "Speaking of which, I can't believe your parents let you stay in here for three days. I mean it. I literally did not believe you when you told me they were ok with this, Janna."
"Eh, fair enough. I told them I was going to be staying with Ingrid," she shrugged. "Do you really care?"
"Lying is not nice, Janna," he noted, with a sarcastic smirk. He was neither surprised, nor disappointed, of course. The human girl was a rebel, and that's probably a big part of why he enjoyed being with her. As soon as the thought was formed, he realized, to his annoyance, that it meant he had a type.
"Oh, right, like I have never lied to my parents before," she chuckled. "Besides, what am I going to tell them? That I plan to spend the entire weekend in bed with the devil?"
The devil, eh? Tom's eyes fell back into the black envelope. It wasn't just black, it was dark enough that it sucked in the light around it, permanently casting a bubble of shadows on itself even as he waved it closer to the candle flame. Chances were, it would not burn either, not to worldly fire. Knowing Sam, it was made of something like the darkness from the deepest depths of the earth, or the seas. Or maybe from a piece of the fabric of the firmament, taken before the first stars were placed there. Janna thought she was getting in bed with the devil by dating him, she didn't know what the literal hell she was talking about.
"Tom, what's that?" she startled him. In his contemplation, he didn't realize when she had gotten up and walked towards him. Now she was looking right over his shoulder. "Letter from an old girlfriend?"
"From an old friend of the family. Party invitation, I think," he added, waving his hand dismissively. It probably was. One that Tom planned to decline. Blood Moon Balls were one thing, but Sam's little soirees always turned out way more intense than he found, well, tolerable, really.
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Marco woke up to an intermittent knocking sound. He slowly opened his groggy eyes to see an unfamiliar, yet sumptuous, bed canopy above him. The mattress felt incredibly soft, fine silk sheets too, and the room had just a hint of the perfume of pine-wood that rose up with the morning. Oh, right, St. Olga's! Heinous might have been a horrible principal, but she was an amazing interior decorator.
He heard knocking once more, and tried to get up to answer the door. Unfortunately, something was pressing against his chin: Star's... foot? Man, he had expected to wake up to her embracing him, or maybe vice versa. But not to her splayed all around him, snoring as she hugged a pillow at the base of the bed instead. He smiled. He should have known better.
"Marco? Star?" he heard Jackie's voice, accompanying another set of knocks. "You two decent?"
To his surprise, the knocks came from the opposite end of the room he would have expected, away from the door. He rushed up, adjusted his ponytail and his dress. Oh man, he could do with a shower right now. Never mind that! He hurried up to the window, opened the curtains, and flipped the lock. Jackie pushed the left panel open and slid in a swift parkour movement. Outside, the light of dawn was barely visible in the horizon, but a thick fog seemed to rise with the morning.
"Jackie, what are you doing out there?" Marco asked, surprised. "We are on a third floor! You could have hurt yourself!"
"Please, Marco," Jackie snorted, "with the amount of ledges, gargoyles, and random protrusions this old house's got, Ferguson could have climbed between the rooms, probably while carrying miss Skullnick or something," she observed, playing it off.
"Oh, hey Jackie!" Star, suddenly wide awake and chirp as a morning dove, greeted the other girl. "Wait, if you could have gone out of your room through the window at any time, why not come here last night?"
Jackie leaned against the wall. "Well, seemed like you had some stuff to work out on your own last night. I didn't want to intrude," she remarked. "By the looks of it, I'd said you did work it out?"
Marco blushed. Had Jackie heard them too? I mean, if she was right the next room... Star and he hadn't precisely been discreet. Then again, what if anyone else heard them? Was Princess Marco about to be outed to the princesses of St. O's as a raging lesbian?
"Aww, Jackie, thanks!" Star's voice interrupted Marco's mental tangent. "Ok, alright now, enough chit-chat, we have a tyrant to fight!"
"Oh, right," Marco grumbled. He felt so tired after last night. It was one thing to discuss morning duels in the abstract, a different one to wake up at the crack of dawn to fight a psychopathic rebel princess. Why did nobody ever schedule this damn things for mid-afternoon?
"I mean, if you are sure you are up for it, Marco?" Star asked, seeming to notice her best friend's torpor. "If not, you know I can always tag in. Not that I don't trust your fighting prowess if you still want to take White on yourself, though..."
"Wait," Jackie asked, inquisitively, "you mean it doesn't have to be Marco that fights her?"
"No," Star responded proudly, "Under the fifth trans-dimensional code of chivalry and gallant conduct, on which Mewni's own rules are based, any party to a trial by combat might designate a proxy, who may fight on their stead, if willing." She recited, with surprising eloquence, given what Marco knew about her grades.
"Ok, then I'll do it!" Jackie offered, almost excitedly.
"Wait, no!" Marco protested. No way he was going to let either of them fight his battles. "I mean, ok, I am a bit tired right now. But nothing that the adrenaline won't solve. I have been in morning fights before at the dojo and..."
"Marco," Jackie stopped him with a hand raised. "It is not just that I am the most well rested of the three of us, which I am. Is that I want to do this. To take on the adventure head on, like you two do, not just being here for the ride, ok?"
"I am not sure, Jackie," Star interjected. "Duels are pretty serious matters. There is no way to back down once the fight starts, or get outside help without breaking the rules. And, besides, that Princess White seems pretty vicious. I think is better if you let me or Marco handle this one, and we can definitely spot you on a simpler first time adventure, like punching monsters, or maybe even a small hydra! You know, baby steps..."
"I see," Jackie appeared to ponder. Marco knew that look. "So, Star, question: what kind of weapons are permitted in a duel?"
"Weeell," the princess started, "the challenged party picks, usually, and that would be White in this case, I think. I am not sure."
"Ok, and White was carrying a sword last night," Jackie observed, logically, "Star, Marco, do either of you know how to fight with a sword?"
Marco groaned. Of course Jackie knew the answer already.
"Well, not very well," Star conceded, "I can swing around a bunch of weapons, but I usually use my wand, and before I got it I mostly punched stuff."
"Well, I have four years of fencing lessons as a kid, and a couple of weeks as a refresher, Star," Jackie noted. "Not going to say I am a master duelist, but out of the three of us, I am still our best sword fighter."
"Jackie, fencing is not the same as dueling, and you are not as, well, resistant as I would be," Star remarked, apparently trying her best to be polite about the differences between human and mewman fortitude and constitution. "Unless... Wait! Jackie, this could work!"
"What could work?" Marco asked, worried about Star sudden swing towards the other girl's case.
"Well, traditionally, the Queen of Mewnie would use the Royal Magic Wand to empower the kingdom's soldiers," she explained. "To fight against the evil monster hordes and stuff... except they weren't actually always evil, but that's another story and well..."
"Wait," Jackie interrupted. "You mean the whole Mewnipendance Day stuff? The huge armor suits and weapons?"
"Yes!" Star shouted excitedly. "Except, I think I can make those way more discreet at this point. Unpierceable magic shield over your whole body, magically empowered strength and reflexes, enchanted sword," she listed with her fingers. "You won't be in any risk at all, White won't know what hit her, and you get your first taste of ad-ven-ture! Ok, lets do this Jackie!"
"I dunno, Star," Jackie remarked, "isn't that kinda cheating?"
"Not really," Star retorted. "The rules are that I can't intervene during the duel, and you can only bring a sword as weapon. Magic cast before duels is actually pretty common... I think."
"Fair enough," Jackie shrugged. "Ok, buff me up, Butterfly!"
"Wait a second!" Marco shouted, angrily. "I didn't say I would let Jackie fight for me. The whole magic empowering stuff is fine by me, but I should be the one to fight!"
"Why?" Jackie asked, raising an eyebrow, and Marco knew he wasn't winning this one either. But he had to try.
"Because she challenged me!"
"And you can pick a proxy, so pick me."
"But I got us into this in the first place!"
"No, that would be Horse Head."
"But I am the..."
"... guy?" Jackie completed his sentence. She, in her princely outfit, looked up and down at Princess Marco, her chin resting on a globed hand. "Marco, first, that's kinda sexist. Two, if that's the standard, then all the more reason I should be the one defending the honor of my princess, no?"
Marco had no retort, none that could help him win the argument.
"Come on, dude," Jackie smiled at him. "I can do this. I want to do this. I am the best suited one, and with Star's magic it should be a piece of cake. Trust me, ok?"
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A knock on her door woke up Queen Moon. Tiredly, she opened her eyes, noticing that no light of dawn filtered yet through the curtains. She rose to her feet, closed her nightgown and opened the door just enough to see who it was that woke her up at this time. "River, dear? Since when do you knock on your own room?"
"Well darling," the king rubbed the back of his head nervously. "It's just, well, it's been a while since you two... I just thought I'd give you space for the night."
Moon the Undaunted blushed at her husbands comment, and at the recollections of the night before, which suddenly flooded her drowsy memory. Then, from behind her, came a snore, followed by a chuckle. "Mightily appreciated, King River," quipped Hekapoo, from inside the room.
"Sorry, dear," Moon apologized, "I know this is all terribly unfair to you..."
"Nonsense," her husband cut her off. "Fair or unfair doesn't come into it, I knew of you two back when I married you, and I am rather fond of old Hekapoo anyways. Besides, I relish a good night of independence!"
"I, I will make it up to you, River, I promise," Moon said with a smile.
"You more than make it up, darling, just by being you," the king commented.
"You two are truly a fountain of sap," groaned the sorceress. "But, if you have waited till now, and I don't mean to sound ungrateful, why not wait until the morning? Or maybe noon?"
"Actually," River coughed. "Moon, I am sorry to wake you but, it seems like you are required. The... well, the songstrel, he says he needs to see you, and that is urgent. The chap seemed rather terrified too, I swear I didn't even get to rough him up myself!"
Queen Moon simply nodded in acknowledgement. Moments later she was fully dressed and walking down the stairs beside her husband. At the end, in the Mewni royal throne room, were a dozen or so guards and a stunned half-panicking Ruberiot.
"Queen Moon! My queen! I came to warn you, there is a dark and terrible storm brewing over the entire kingdom!" he shouted, as soon as he saw her. Truly, he was the last of her subjects Moon Butterfly wished to speak with right now, specially after the night's shameful performance!
"After that song of yours, it doesn't surprise me people are in a bad mood," she commented evenhandedly. Then, doing her best to conceal her boiling anger, letting only a hint of polite disapproval filter through, she added "to tell the truth, I am not fully pleased with it myself, master songstrel."
"No, my queen," Ruberiot shook his head and pointed terrified at the large balcony podium. "I am not being poetic, I mean a literal dark and terrible storm!"
"On June? In Mewni?" the queen asked puzzled, but directed her view out into the night all the same. She saw indeed a starless sky, covered by dark thunderstorm clouds. The lightning that crisscrossed them, however, was of a most unnatural emerald color.
Before she could figure out an appropriate comment, a bright flash exploded at the center of the storm and a green fiery meteor sprung forth from above the sky. It lunged directly towards the royal palace, leaving an ominous hole on the clouds in its wake. Moon, well acquainted with the significance of certain magical phenomena, couldn't help but notice that even the sky behind the clouds was empty of any of the usual celestial bodies of the night. "River, get my armor, and wake Hekapoo! Guards sound the alarm!"
The meteor impacted the castle balcony, with surprisingly little effect for its size, other than a blinding viridescent flash and a splashing of emerald fire. As Moon's eyes adjusted to the sudden illumination, she thought she could see the outline of a woman's body through the green flames that begun to burn on the balcony's floor.
"Who are you? In the name of Moon the Undaunted, Queen of Mewni, identify yourself!" she shouted at the intruder.
The inhuman voice that came back through the glass window chilled her to the bone.
"I am love, all-conquering"
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