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Adora made her way down the slope of the hill, adjusting one of the braces as she went. The armour she wore was incredibly comfortable, and fit her perfectly. She didn’t quite understand the look in Catra’s eye when she wore it, but she felt invincible when she wore it, and that was enough. She had felt Mara’s summons just as the gifting was wrapping up, so made her way to where her mother liked to meet her.
She was in her goddess form, all imposing eight feet of her. Her white hair streamed behind her in a gentle breeze tossed up from the valley floor below, and her steely grey eyes were unreadable. She wore a suit of armour that matched Adora’s, though her winged headpiece was more of a diadem than a proper helm, and her cuirass had larger, more imposing spaulders on both shoulders. As Adora got close to her immortal mother, those grey eyes flickered and became laced with blue, looking softer.
“Hello, daughter,” she greeted her. Adora dipped her head.
“Hello, Mara. I’ve come to thank you for the gift.” She touched the chest piece with reverence and Adora saw a brief shadow flicker over Mara’s face before her expression cleared.
“The day is coming where you’ll soon have to use it. It will protect you well. There is another gift that waits for you in your father’s stable. He has agreed to train it for you.”
“A horse?” She tried to keep the excitement from her voice but could not. A ghost of a smile passed over the goddess’ face. Adora bowed low. “Thank you! I promise they’ll be well cared for.” She straightened and beamed at her mother. “I promise that I will make you proud, and when the time comes for battle, my war cry will be yours. I won’t let you down.”
To her great surprise, this did not seem to please the goddess of war. Mara turned to look out over the valley again, and this time Adora could see that she appeared mournful. “It is the day of your birth today. That should be a joyful day without mentions of war or hardships to come.” Adora was quiet, her heart hammering at the thought that she had displeased her mother. The goddess turned and looked at her. “Did you know that I tried to take you into Olympus?”
The blonde’s head jerked up and she stared in awe at Mara. “You did?”
“Yes. I was bound to your father for a year, as a gift from the gods.” She curled her lip in disdain. “He was a good man, he tried to treat me as best as he could.” Mara cupped Adora’s face in her surprisingly warm hands, and smiled tenderly, an expression that did not grace the cold goddess’s face often. “You remind me of him. You have such a big heart, and you truly care about everyone you meet. That is from your father. You may have my looks, but you are all his. When the time came for me to return to Olympus, he gave you to me, so that you could make your own destiny as a goddess. But Zeus forbade me from entering our kingdom with you. Mortals are not allowed on the summit of the mountain, he said. I had to kill you, or leave you behind.”
Adora gulped, feeling her emotions welling up as Mara’s hands moved from her face and clasped her own hands. “Giving you up, Adora, was the hardest thing I have ever done. But I did it so that you would have a chance to live your own life and decide your own fate. You deserve to have a chance at happiness. You are worth more than what you can give to other people.”
The younger girl studied the immortal’s face in shock. It was as though she had read her mind and had seen the nagging thoughts that had haunted her for most of the last three years. “You… you know?”
“I know you well, daughter. I can feel your troubled heart. I know what you long to do but refuse to for the sake of everyone you know. But they are not you. Only you can make the decision that is best for you.”
Adora nodded and Mara smiled, taking a step back and removing her hands from Adora’s. “Go now. Return to the feast. And tell Light Hope thank you for doing such a good job with the four of you.”
“Why don’t you come say so yourself? I give you permission. Come see your old friend!”
The goddess hesitated before she shook her head. “Light Hope would not want to see me. If she did, she would’ve reached out by now. No, I am better off at a distance. Goodbye, Adora. Enjoy your friends’ company.”
Adora murmured her goodbye as her mother disappeared in a flash of light. She took her time walking up the slope, pondering what her mother had said. Near the cavern entrance, Adora heard a voice from above her.
“Hey, Adora,” Catra purred, lounging in the V of a tree languidly, her tail flicking as she examined her claws. She glanced at Adora with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Whatcha doing?”
“Catra,” Adora greeted her easily, smiling brightly as Catra leapt from the tree and walked over. Adora took her by the waist and brought their foreheads together. Her friend trilled and her eyes fluttered shut as a contented smile graced her face. The blonde couldn’t help but stare at her.
“You’re staring,” she laughed while not opening her eyes. Adora felt the same, unfamiliar twinge in her stomach whenever her friend spoke or showed off one of the magicat tricks she’d learned. “I can literally feel your stare.”
“You know me too well.”
“That’s kind of my job. There’s nothing you can do that I haven’t predicted yet.” She twirled lightly, grabbing Adora’s arm and bending it in a way it wasn’t supposed to bend, all while her eyes were closed. Adora knew if she was a regular human and not a demigod, she would’ve been on the ground whimpering in pain.
“Nothing, eh?” She challenged, getting a rush of courage, she swooped in and captured Catra’s lips in her own. As her eyes were fluttering closed, she saw Catra’s gold-and-blue ones shoot open immediately. But the confusion melted quickly, and in a matter of seconds, the magicat was soft like butter beneath her lips and her hands, giving in to the attraction that had grown between the two of them for years now. Catra was the first to break the kiss, surprisingly. Adora watched her shyly, her heart hammering.
For a moment, the two just stared at each other, panting. Eventually, a wicked smirk graced Catra’s lips. “Took you long enough, princess.”
Their lips found their way back together and for a couple moments, they were just lost in each other. When they needed to surface for air, Adora blurted out what was on her mind. “I’m going to abdicate the throne!”
Catra’s eyebrows shot up, the only sign of her surprise, but she simply nodded her head after a moment. “Okay,” she said, watching Adora closely. Her eyes were unreadable, and anxiety pulsed through Adora before Catra took her hand. “Whatever makes you happy.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Of course.” Catra looked mildly surprised. “Wherever you go, I go, princess. I only want the best for you.”
Adora smiled and pulled Catra close. She whispered brazenly in her ear, “You’re what’s best for me.” The blonde was satisfied to see Catra’s eyes dilate as she looked back at her with clear and hungry want in her eyes.
Before they could delve into that further, Glimmer stuck her head out of the entrance to the cave. “Hey, we are waiting in here!” She called. “Gods, it’s freezing out!”
The two jumped apart in surprise, but Glimmer just rolled her eyes. “Oh, relax. Everyone knows you two have been in love for years. Glad you finally acted on it, Adora.”
Catra and Adora exchanged an embarrassed look, and both blushed darkly as they followed Glimmer back inside. Adora held tight to Catra’s hand. As they walked in, the smell of the cooking deer had Adora’s stomach rumbling as she realized how little she had had to eat recently.
As Catra let go and sat down beside Glimmer, jostling the younger girl playfully as she loaded up a clay plate, Adora remained standing, frozen and numb with anxiety at what she had to say. Finally, she turned to Light Hope, who was watching her with a critical eye.
“How do I go about abdicating the throne?” She asked quietly. It didn’t matter how quiet she asked though, everyone heard. Hermes carried on eating as normal, but Bow and Glimmer turned to face Adora with varying expressions of surprise and disbelief.
“I’m sorry, what?” Glimmer looked the most surprised out of all of them.
Adora sighed and frowned down at her feet as she gathered her words carefully. “I’ve been thinking about this since we came here, and I believe it is time for me to turn the throne over to you.”
To her surprise, Glimmer rounded fiercely on Catra out of no where. “This is your fault!” She snarled. “You’ve been saying things to my sister behind our backs and having her question who she is!”
“Catra had nothing to do with this,” Adora replied, stepping closer to the two and holding out her hand to Catra. There was steel in her voice as she added, “And she didn’t even know until just now, so I suggest you leave her out of this.”
“But Adora, where is this coming from? This isn’t you. Why now?”
“I spent the last hour or so talking to my mother, She-Ra. This is me, Glimmer. For the first time in my life, I am choosing happiness over duty. Besides, the last time Netossa came to visit, she told me there’s no one else who can fight like I can. Do we really need that kind of target on Bright Moon when Salineas has already declared war on the Horde, and tensions are already high enough as is?”
Glimmer averted her eyes. They both knew of the rising flood of problems occurring in their world, Scorpia and Netossa kept them up to date when they visited. Just last month, Scorpia had told them that the Horde forces had tried to make a move against the Fright Zone, and that the armies of the Northern Reach, Dryll and Plumeria were raised and marching south to aid the Fright Zone. As it stood, Bright Moon was the only kingdom of Etheria not in an active war.
“But… why me? Catra keeps saying I’m too immature to handle things like you do.” Glimmer shot Catra a glare as the magicat snorted.
“You definitely are,” Catra threw in unhelpfully. Adora glared and her therapon raised her hands in a ‘just stating the obvious’ gesture.
“It makes sense,” Bow added, voicing his opinion. The sisters both looked over at the boy, surprised. For the most part, Bow had always stayed out of the sisters many arguments. He was always a mediator, always finding a way to compromise between the two. Adora was just as surprised as Glimmer to hear him actually agree with her. Bow looked sheepishly at Adora as he said, “Glimmer, you are the actual heir according to bloodline. Once people see Adora in her armour, they’ll know. There’s no way people won’t see it, she’s the spitting image of Mara in her war gear.”
“But—”
“Arrow Boy has a point, Sparkles,” Catra murmured, surprisingly more gentle than Adora expected. “Wars have been started over less.”
The poor fourteen year old Glimmer was looking lost, her eyes widen and her breath coming in pants. She stared at Adora like her world was coming apart.
“Look, I love our home as much as you do. I don’t want anything happening to it, or anyone in it. Especially my little sister.” She swooped forward and wrapped Glimmer in a strong, secure hug. “But I need to do what is right for our kingdom. And what’s right for it, Glim, is for you to lead.”
“I just don’t wanna lose you,” Glimmer whispered, hiding her face against Adora. The blonde smiled and pulled back, cupping her sister’s cheek.
“Who said anything about you losing me? I’ll be beside you the whole time to guide you. You’re not getting rid of me that easily!”
She let out a watery laugh, and the group waited with baited breath. Finally, Glimmer nodded. “Okay. We will send a message with Hermes to Father in the morning.”
Hermes looked up from his meal, and his eyes were surprisingly gentle as he nodded. “I’ll make sure your father knows,” he said. A kind smile was on his face as he observed Glimmer trying her best to look brave. “You will be a great ruler someday, little one.”
As the matter was settled, and everyone settled back into their meal, Adora sat down beside Light Hope, who was observing everything coolly. As she began gnawing on her plate of ribs, Light Hope murmured, “That was a wise decision, though I must admit I am surprised you made it on your own.”
“I… had a talk with Mara,” Adora admitted. The centaur’s whole body tensed, and she swished her tail in displeasure. She always was displeased whenever Mara was brought up. Adora pressed on. “I know it displeases you that I spoke with Mara, but she is kind to me and she told me to value myself. And she was right, my whole life has been decided by everyone else. Where I live, who I’m supposed to be, there’s even a prophecy about me! But I’ve made my decision. I am grown now, an adult by all standards. I will not leave the kingdom wanting, they’ll have a good ruler in Glimmer.”
The two watched Glimmer across the fire, animatedly telling a story to Bow, Catra and Hermes. “… And up comes Adora, sprinting faster than I’ve ever seen her, and she says to me, ‘Put your cloak back on, you idiot, there’s a bear chasing me!’ And she ran headlong into the cavern! I’ve never seen my sister run so fast in her life. And then…”
All of the others were laughing along and enraptured with her tale, but Adora noticed one of Catra’s ears flicked back towards her. She smiled to herself. Her dedicated therapon—no, her lover—was keeping one ear on her, ready to jump in if needed. Adora smiled to herself.
“Glimmer is… unrefined, but she does have potential. She has a natural charisma when it comes to people that you lack.” Light Hope swished her tail and stood from the fire, motioning Adora to follow her. The two walked out of the cave and into the snow, no destination in mind, as Light Hope continued. “I may not personally agree with your choice, but I see the wisdom in it. Your father will as well.”
“Light Hope? May I ask you a question?”
The trainer of heroes paused and looked back over her shoulder at the younger woman. “I know what you’re going to ask, but if if you must, do so quickly.”
Adora hesitated, trying to find a way to properly word her question. Finally, she simply sighed and asked, “Why does mentioning Mara upset you so much?”
Light Hope visibly flinched from the question, then slumped in defeat. She turned back to face Adora and her face was wide open for the first time. Adora could see every emotion on her face. And out of every single one of them, love was loudest. The centaur pulled down the corner of her tunic, revealing an ugly scar just below her collarbone. It was puckered as though it had been burnt once, and was as long as Adora’s hand. She gasped softly. “She did this to you? But, I thought you were a friend to the gods!”
“Look closer, Adora.” The blonde peered closer and found traces of a tattoo under the scar. The more she observed it, the clearer the story became. Not many people had tattoos in their culture. And those that did spent a fortune with the few highly coveted artists, and only got them when they were certain they had found their soulmate. And to cut it away? The grooved, tight edges and slashing, hacked at markings of the scar spoke of unbearable pain.
“She was your—?”
“She was my everything.” The amount of love and pain in Light Hope’s voice was like nothing Adora had heard before. “And I was hers. Or so I thought.”
“What… happened?”
“You did.” Those two words were spoken in the voice of a still lake right before a storm. Deadly calm and quiet. Adora took a half-step away from her mentor of three years, but she knew Light Hope would do nothing to hurt her. “Mara left one night before the dawn was even a thought to Artemis and Angella. She’d been summoned to Olympus and said she’d be back before the evening. But she didn’t come home. She’d been backed into a deal with a mortal man. She was to be his wife for a year. Because he was so noble.” The barest hint of a snarl entered her calm voice. “I begged her to come back, pleaded with her. Between the two of us, we could take on her Olympian kin, should they come after her for breaking her promise. We’d be safe, I would’ve protected her. But then, she told me she was with child. With you, and your brother.”
Brother? I have a brother?! Adora was thunderstruck, but couldn’t form any words. Light Hope looked up at her and continued in the barest of whispers, “I would’ve loved you as my own. I could’ve given you and Mara everything you ever dreamed of. But she’d grown to care for your father, and wouldn’t deprive him of his children.
“She left me. She left me, didn’t even give me a say, wouldn’t give me a choice. We could’ve figured everything out, but she turned away without giving us a chance. So I lashed out. I called her a coward, told her to come face me if she could bare it. She stared right through me. Anytime I’ve seen her since then, she has stared through me as though I am a stranger. So, I cut her mark away.”
Adora bowed her head, her heart in turmoil. She had no idea Light Hope had been in love with her mother! No wonder she turned sour at the mention of the Goddess of War.
“It is not that it is upsetting to speak of Mara,” the immortal centaur continued after a moment or two of silence. “I’ve made my peace with it all. I suppose the emotion you would call what I feel is hurt. It is not an emotion my kind is meant to feel.”
“I’m sorry,” Adora whispered. “I had no idea.”
Light Hope blinked a couple of times before she hid her tumultuous emotions were hidden behind her calm mask again. “It is in the past. I’d prefer it if you not told anyone this.”
“Of course, but—”
“That’s enough questions for now, Adora. Go rejoin your friends; your food is getting cold.”
Her head still spinning, Adora dipped her head and returned to the cave where her friends were.
***
Catra, as usual, was the first one to hear Adora’s soft footfalls returning from wherever she had been with Light Hope. The clever centaur had discovered the extent of Catra’s hearing, and had spoken to Adora out of range. She turned to the blonde princess with a purr that faltered when she saw the turbulent expression on her face.
“All good, Adora?” Bow asked. Catra wasn’t the only one who noticed. The other two had paused their debate on whether riding a centaur was considered wrong or not when they saw the faraway look in her eyes.
She focused her pale gaze on Catra long enough to nod. She went to lean her head against Catra’s shoulder, something she did quite often when she wanted physical reassurance, then she paused and sunk lower until she was laid out in the magicat’s lap. Normally, they only did that when they were alone, but Adora was no longer hiding her feelings for Catra, so there was no need to hide their closeness. Catra barely suppressed a trill of joy as she ran her hands through her lover’s soft hair.
Bow and Glimmer were openly gawking, but a fierce glare and pinned back ears from Catra had the two dropping their eyes and going back to their debate.
“What happened?” Catra asked lowly, when the two were thoroughly absorbed in their arguments. She curled her tail protectively over Adora, who looked about as fragile as she did when she found out she was adopted.
“I have a brother.” Her reply was barely audible, more vibration than actual words, as she mumbled into Catra’s stomach. She paused in her stroking of Adora’s hair for a moment before she started braiding.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Adora shook her head. Catra could feel her trembling beneath her hands. She leaned close and pressed a kiss on her temple. “I’ll be here when you do, I promise.”
She was afraid that Adora was going to shatter like she had before, that the revelation of a brother was enough to knock her new supports out from under her and send her careening into another self-identity crisis, but after a few moments of silent comfort, the blonde sat up straight and began to eat her food. There was a distance in her eyes, but whenever she met Catra’s glance, they warmed a bit. The magicat knew Adora wasn’t going to fall apart again. And that was good enough for her.
The four of them sat around the fire with the Messenger God, laughing and joking with him as though he were one of them for hours. Catra found him more amicable as the night wore on and the wine he had brought as a gift for Light Hope was passed around. The sky had darkened into an inky black smudge just barely visible through the entrance to the cave, and Light Hope had already gone out to sleep in the glade nearby when several yawns from Bow and Glimmer had the conversations winding down.
“I suppose I best be off,” Hermes said, standing and stretching. “I’ve got messages to deliver, after all. I’m sure I’ll see you all soon enough.”
“I think we will turn in too,” Glimmer said, motioning to herself and Bow. “We’ve been given a lot to think about and I think we could all use a good rest.”
Catra and Adora murmured their good nights to the two as they retreated to their own alcove on the other side of the cave, then faced each other.
“Are you tired?” Catra asked. She could see heat reddening Adora’s cheeks, though her eyes were still bright and clear. The wine had the same effect on her, warming her up from the inside out, but it was not enough to feel intoxicated by it. It just took some of her reservations down.
“No,” Adora answered. She moved closer to Catra and frowned carefully at her face like she was debating something.
“Me neither. I—mmph!” Her sentence was cut off as Adora swooped in and crushed their lips together. It was just as soft and tantalizing as before, and sent Catra’s heart skittering through her chest in the same way. She grasped Adora’s face in her hands and kissed deeper, speaking to the passion and love she felt for her friend for years. There was no reason this time to pull away. When the two resurfaced for air, breathing hard, they stared into the depths of each other’s eyes.
I love you, I love you, sang in Catra’s mind. She wanted so desperately to tell her, but still she hesitated, afraid of what her feelings could do. Adora offered a small smile and cupped her cheek. “Adora—”
“I know,” she whispered. Her chest was still rising and falling rapidly as her eyes roved across Catra’s body. “I know.”
“Shall we move this back to our bed?” The magicat suggested with a sultry purr. She was rewarded for her flirtations with a dark and hungry look taking over Adora. A wicked smirk covered her face and she scooped Catra up in her arms, making her way to their chamber.
“I could’ve walked y’know.”
“But where’s the fun in that?” Adora laughed. As she set her down gently on the pelts, her armour clinked, and it was only then that an idea formed in Catra’s mind.
“May I?” She motioned to the armour hesitantly. The blonde froze in surprise, and for a moment Catra thought she would reject the unspoken plan. But then she nodded.
Catra scooted closer until she was on her knees mere inches away from Adora. Searching her eyes for any sign of discomfort the whole time, Catra gently loosened the clasps and ties on her breastplate. Adora helped her where her fingers skittered, but eventually, the breastplate came off, followed by the braces and headgear. With her golden armour laid out carefully at the foot of the bed, Adora was human once more, kneeling on the bed in only her tunic.
Her hands gently lifted the shirt, resting for a moment on Adora’s taut abdomen. “Is this alright?” She breathed. Adora nodded again, not hesitating this time, and Catra pulled the garment over her head.
She took in the sight of Adora, bare in front of her as they had been many times growing up, but this time, she allowed herself to look. She took in her toned abs and arms, her pale, soft skin, the swell of her breasts rising from her chest. She never really noticed it as Adora always tried to hide her feminine features, but she was actually fuller in the chest than Catra, which surprised her. She didn’t dare glance below her navel. Not yet anyway.
“Your turn,” came a growly rasp from Adora’s throat. Catra’s eyes snapped back up to hers and the hunger in those winter depths was raw and painfully obvious. Catra laughed and went to remove her clothing, but Adora’s calloused hands held her own, stopping her in her way. “Let me, please.”
She nodded her consent, and Adora quickly but carefully stripped Catra, until they were both bare and taking each other in.
“Is this what you want?” Adora asked softly, always the caretaker, always making sure Catra was okay.
“I’ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you,” she purred. And that was it. There was no more discussion, the two charged each other like they were going into a dance or a battle, and dissolved into one another for the first time, exploring and testing and just enjoying the chance to finally love and be loved. For this one moment, they shed everything except their fumbling but earnest passion for each other. There was no war threats looming, no gods, no kingdoms to manage or sisters to worry about. For this perfect, blissful moment, it was just Catra and Adora, unable to see where one started and the other began.Waves of pleasure bathed over Catra with every motion, every flick of Adora’s adept fingers. For a long time, nothing else mattered.
When they eventually crashed to the bed in exhaustion, skin damp with sweat, the taste of the other on their lips, the scent of their love-making laying heavy in the air, Catra felt as though her life hadn’t been whole until that moment. She clung to Adora, her body rumbling with the soft purrs that rippled through her, and lazily scent-marked her as she had often wanted to do growing up.
“You’re mine,” she whispered, half-possessive, half-awed.
“I’m yours,” Adora returned. “Now and forever more.”
Something in her voice made Catra pause, and she sat slowly up. “You didn’t abdicate the throne for me… did you?”
“No.” Adora grabbed her hand and pulled her back down so her head was resting on the blonde’s chest. “No I didn’t. I did that for me, I made the decision for me. You heard what I said to Glimmer. That was all true.”
Catra couldn’t help herself and swivelled her ear against Adora’s chest. A rumbling chuckle jostled her a bit.
“Are you seeing if I am lying?” Adora guessed. Catra sheepishly flattened her ear back and looked up at Adora.
“Force of habit. I forgot you can’t lie or act to save your life!”
“You take that back!” The princess mock-gasped and began to tickle Catra behind the ears. She squealed, laughing and leapt up. They ran around the room laughing and trying to tickle each other for another couple of moments, in complete bliss. At some point, the two of them collapsed together, panting, in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Catra had never felt so close to Adora. There was something so natural and beautiful about spending the night with her. Skin to skin, without feeling afraid of it.
She fell asleep easier than she ever had before, tucked up against the love of her life. It was the best sleep she could remember, and she never wanted the feeling of complete love and bliss to disappear. But of course, the gods found teasing Catra to be the best sport.
“Catra, wake up,” Adora whispered in her ear. The magicat was immediately alert. She blinked open her eyes, surprised to find their cavern still in complete dark despite the fact that she could hear voices murmuring in the main cave. She instantly became aware of how rigid Adora was beneath her.
“What’s going on?” She asked lowly.
“I’m not sure. I heard Light Hope and she doesn’t sound thrilled. Let’s go check it out.” She silently slid out from under Catra, a hand already going to the sword she stowed nearby. Catra followed, stealthy as ever. She debated grabbing her shield, but decided against it. She had the advantage by knowing where all the good hiding spots in the cave were, anyway.
She slipped behind a pillar of crystal outside of their cavern, and pulled Adora with her. They were about to creep further in, when a strange, yet familiar, voice rose in a desperate plea.
“Please, Hope, you must let me see my daughter!”
“I already told you, Mara,” Light Hope said coolly. “This can wait until morning. Let her sleep. Besides, I’m not sure who gave you permission to be here, but—”
“Mara?” Adora called, stepping out into the open. Catra followed suit, seeing as they had nothing to fear if the intruder was Adora’s mother.
“Catra? Adora?” Glimmer called. Catra turned and found Adora’s sister peering out over the lip of her’s and Bow’s cavern.
“What’s going on?” Bow asked, appearing behind Glimmer. The two clambered into the cavern and peered nervously over at Mara. “We heard voices.”
“It’s just Mara,” Catra replied. She turned back to the goddess and gave a little start at the sight of the immortal. She was in her human disguise, but she was disheveled and dirty, and there was a near wild look in her steely grey eyes. She staggered over to Adora, and Catra realized the smudges of what looked like dirt on her cheeks was actually blood. And dappled over everything was ichor, the golden blood of the gods.
“Adora,” the goddess sighed, cupping her daughter’s cheek. “Good. You’re alright.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” The blonde took a step back, alarm flickering across her face at her mother’s bedraggled appearance. “Are you alright?”
“Never mind about me, I came from Grey Skull. I come with a message and a warning. Shadow Weaver marches on Bright Moon wielding a flag of war. She has come to ask Micah to align with her or die. She demands Bright Moon join the war against Eternia, and King Micah is refusing. War, it would appear, comes to you.”