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Dust- or sparkles? Stills in a cloud around her and there she is, standing in the middle and coughing it out of her lungs as her hands do their best to wave it away. It is only when the cloud is almost all gone, when she is able to properly breathe as her hands go to wipe her eyes, that she realizes her wand flew out of her hands after her spell quite literally blew up in her face.
She panics, more internal than external in which panicking externally to her is a sharp intake of breath as her eyes scan the area for her heirloom. She doesn’t concern herself with analyzing her current surroundings. She feels at ease- knows there is no threatening presence (she would feel it if there was) and the location of her wand is a much more pressing matter. Her eyes register an open window that lets in a ray of sunlight. It's golden glow lights up a small crystal. She doesn’t hesitate to dash towards it, stopping but a foot away and bending forward. Her left hand outstretched to reach what she had been searching for just as her fingertips almost brush the grip and that is when she notices something big; she retracts.
That is not her wand.
It was broken and purple, the crown was a butterfly and there were wings and designs where there ought to have been a large crystal the same shade as her hair and eyes. But she could feel the radiation it emitted and just knew that was the Butterfly wand. It just…wasn’t her version.
Then she sees it. Sees the unfamiliar clothes adorning her body and strands of her hair that look like her hair, feel like her hair, but the color is blond rather than her natural pale blue.
Something is wrong.
This wasn’t some sort of appearance changing spell. No body changing spell could change the appearance of a wand. At least, not the appearance of the wand when it was not under a spell. She could feel that this form was the wands true form. Then she thinks of how the only thing that could ever change the appearance of the wand was the personality of whoever held it.
“Hey Star.”
Her head whips to the side not because that was her name, but because it is the first voice she has heard since the cloud evaporated. A bit of her is alleviated to see that the source of the voice came from a mewman dressed in odd attire. He stood outside a door that he held open with one hand and a smile on his face that regarded her fondly.
“Wanna go to Stop and Slurp? I’m in the mood for a slushy.”
There are many questions to ask; over a dozen ways to approach the situation. She would have dwelled on them for a few seconds longer had the mewman’s face not drooped instantaneously.
“Star?” It comes out more as a question rather than a simple utterance of the name he referred to her as. What really strikes her is the way it sounded, as though there were hesitance? Confusion?
“I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well.” For added emphasis she pouted and wrapped her arms around her stomach. To this the concern on his features and the crease on his brow deepened while a part of his eyes seemed to send signals of curiosity.
“Want me to get you some medicine?”
To that she offered a small smile as her hand brushed a strand of hair behind her ear; bashful- and she couldn’t quite put a finger as to why. Perhaps it was the way he regarded her with genuine care and kind regard, so different from the workers at the castle.
“No thank you. I’ll be fine. I’m just going to rest for a bit.”
The hesitance and concern is still there but he seems to relinquish it with an “okay". Then he’s gone, closing the door as gently as he opened it. She lets out a small breath of relief as she turns to regard her surroundings properly. She notes the décor and asses that this is surely a Mewni bedchamber but she cannot recognize it as one from the castle. As the revelation makes itself clear she begins to pace in a small circle from where she stood, her left hand remains gripping her side while her right hand goes to hold her chin pensively. Now is the time to recall; she retraces her steps.
A moment ago I was in my bedchamber. I was speaking to Glossaryck. He deemed me well-versed enough with the basics that I could now conjure my own spells. He spoke another one of his odd metaphors for how to do so. Ah! The “dipping down”. Why does he even call it that? It’s more like finding the rainbow inside. Ah, rubbish. I tried to do as he instructed…
“This must be my spell.” She mutters under her breath, so low that one had to stand inches away from her to hear the self-affirmation. With those words came a pause in her pacing. Her eyes scanned the surroundings once more as they landed on the foreign wand.
“Perhaps this was a dimensional traveling spell and my appearance was altered with it? But that doesn’t explain the kind mewman who spoke in such a familiar way. And then there was that name.”
Star.
“I need a mirror.” She sees it up ahead and the reflection shows her a her that is not her. Same eyes, lips, hair length and style, but the nose and ears are different, the color of hair isn’t the same, and she feels as though she lost a few inches of height. Then there was the cheek marks; hearts instead of diamonds.
“Hello, my liege.”
She does not flinch- at least not externally. She looks to the side and regards the mentor she had spoken with moments ago. “Hello Glossaryck.” Then says no more.
He stays silent for only a full minute before saying “welcome to the future.”
She would have accepted that had she not seen her reflection.
“Who is Star?” She asks, the image of the mewman still fresh in her mind.
“You are.” His looks her up and down. “At least in body.”
She almost replied but then he extends his palm out.
“Habit, my liege. Let me be more clear. You’re in the body of your future daughter.”
That would explain why the wand is different.
But still, it baffles her. Not because she, Moon Butterfly, is in the future or the fact that she has a daughter whose body she is currently occupying but-
“Isn’t there a spell like this in the book?”
He places his hand on his chin as she had done moments ago, feigning pensiveness as he immediately says in what she started to note was a rather smug tone “Well yessssssss. But you made it your own.”
His vagueness is at a whole new level and Moon only felt the need to take a step back from all of...this.
Glossaryck floats beside her head with his usual cross-legged position as she walks to the bed, sits on it, and slowly eases herself into the soft covers. She’s confident, as she fits the pieces of information together that she’ll eventually be back in her own body in her own time.
If not Glossaryck would say so.
The thought brings her some relief as she admires the rich blue canopy drapes.
“Where is she?” Moon knows it’s not wise to tamper with the future but given the circumstances she felt the need to know.
“Floating.” And there goes a pink projection of a scene playing above her head curtesy of Glossaryck's forehead gem. “Your spirit traveled through time, pushed Star’s spirit out of her body, but didn’t push her back in time to yours.” He gestures to the air. “Your body is still there.” An image of Moon in Moon's bedroom. “By the time you return only a second would have passed. Star, on the other hand,” the scene shifts to map out the current room and where Moon had once stood where the smoke had cleared. “is in a split timeline.”
He pauses, she nods her head, and he continues.
“That’s what your spell did. So in this timeline you’re here in her body and in the other she is still in hers living out her timeline. She’s getting a slushie right now” The image changes once more to her daughter and the Mewman in some odd room with what appeared to be drinks in their hands. “It’s an Earth drink.” He concludes in a flat tone as the projection disappears.
The puzzle becomes clear with the new pieces but there’s so much more Moon could ask. He knows this (of course he knows) and his fingers glow in a golden light. His second finger extends itself and pokes her forehead and it is then that the missing pieces are added to the image. Then there’s a clap and two books appear from above her, landing with a light 'thud' on her lap.
“I suggest if you wish to play the part to read up on these.”
He knows (of course) that was what she had thought of doing until she could manage a spell that would return everything to normal or until the spell played its course. She could have just gotten up from the bed now and try to relive the moment and reverse it but knowing herself and her magical skills that would and could take weeks. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but Moon knew just as much as Glossaryck did that her magic wasn’t so powerful. It was average, at best. If anything she had been lucky that she managed conjuring her own spell on the first try. Her magic wasn’t unstable or unpredictable but it became powerful in short bursts that she still could not perfect to happen when she desired. That was why she deemed concealment as the best option.
Moon could reveal herself, perhaps tell the mew- earthling that she was his friends...? Companions...?
Wait a second. What exactly is he?
Shaking those thoughts from her head before it derailed her plans, she thought perhaps she could tell him the truth but...could she trust him? The information Glossaryck had transmitted to her of his own perspective of her daughters current life said that yes, if there was anyone she could trust in this dimension it could be him, but trust was a hard concept for her so she turns away from the thought as her hands grab and turn to the first page of a purple book that she immediately recognized as a diary. She flips through the pages to see how much is written.
I’m a horrible mewman for doing this but it is for a good cause. Besides, I’m sure that by the time she starts writing this I will have forgotten the contents. Yes, yes. That is certainly what will transpire.
With that in mind she returns to page one in her journey of getting to know her daughter.