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16.

Y'all I am so sorry for taking so long to update I won't even use my mental illness as an excuse this time that took way too long. I literally opened wattpad for the first time all summer to 509 notifications and 25k reads so WOW that's a lot thanks for that :))

Catra tossed Entrapta the chip with a smirk, but you could tell something was up. You watched her smug grin as Entrapta admired the tech, but she was rubbing her eyes, likely red from not sleeping all night.

"Hey Entrapta," you interrupt her rambling to Catra, "Catra has some business to attend to now that Shadow Weaver isn't working and we don't want to keep her; why don't you tell me about that chip?" You then grab your friend and whisper, "Get some sleep please." She shoots a grateful look and leaves.

You are actually curious about the chip and that castle Catra says she went to. While she was gone, you reminisced about the old times before Adora left. When your mind returned to the present, you noticed the familiar glow of your eyes illuminating the room. It was weird and you're hoping Entrapta can see if there's any connection to the castle's activity and your magic.

After explaining the data she found in the chip, she did confirm some magic had to be involved.

This gave you an idea: "How would you like to study my magic to help you understand the tech in that chip?" Hopefully she could help you learn more about your magic so you could use it properly.

"REALLY?? Thank you for letting me do that!!" She squealed, getting Scorpia's attention. You remember her telling you she wouldn't study your magic without consent after the day she met She-ra and the scary short girl with her wouldn't let her touch the sword.

"Yeah! The Horde is going to have magic and tech on their side!!" the woman on the other side of the room whooped.

"I'm going to go find Catra; we can start tomorrow," you offer Entrapta a smile and then leave.

When you enter Catra's room, you are not surprised she isn't asleep. She's sitting up in her bed with a cover draped over her legs, you're glad she at least made an effort to get some rest, but you know there's a reason for her to be up.

"I take it you saw Adora?" you start, joining her on the bed.

"And if I did?" she responds.

"Let's say I wouldn't be surprised."

"And if we fought?" she continues, putting one arm around you and letting you put your legs under the covers too.

"Not surprised," you sigh.

"And if she tried being nice to me?"

This makes you look up at her. You had had to join Catra on the front lines since Adora left, and you had seen firsthand how brutally they fought each other. But then, you rationalize it: "That's Adora for you I guess."

"That place Entrapta led me to, it was weird. I think it was magic, actually."

"It was. And it had something to do with memories, right?"

"It made us live them. It was weird; I knew Adora was insecure, but I didn't think it was that bad the day we won."

"Well it is," you curtly correct her language to the present tense, "and I'm worried about what that sword is doing to her."

"Changing her into a gross princess?"

"You know what I mean."

It was Catra's turn to sigh: "Yeah, I do."

You two chatted on Catra's bed for a while, until she had to leave to meet Hordak. She has big plans for a large-scale invasion of Bright Moon tomorrow and there are plenty of logistics she needs to work out before then.

You head back over to Entrapta, who is still transfixed by the chip Catra had retrieved. She suddenly remembers your agreement, and starts reading the data on the chip even more furiously than before, if it was even possible.

"Aha!!" she finally says, "I needed a better way to detect magical signatures, and it turns out the First Ones were able to pick up very detailed signals. This will help us figure out what magic you emit too!! We'll be able to work until the invasion tomorrow" You could tell she was working on explaining things in simpler terms. By the end of that session, Entrapta had deciphered that your magic comes from the heart, not the stomach, and that was the reason your eyes were glowing when Catra was away and you were reminiscing.

The next day came far too soon; you are not looking forward to seeing Adora, much less fight her. Everyone was loaded into tanks organized by squad. Catra got the largest tank as she was leading the operation, so you, Scorpia, Lonnie, Kyle, and Rogelio enjoy the extra room. You can tell Catra is stressed; the outcome of this operation will determine her position in the eyes of Hordak. Still, though, she was being a little too angry than normal.

"(Y/N), ready the cannon," she barked at you.

"It's already loaded, Catra," Lonnie called, having prepared it a few minutes earlier.

You go check and confirm Lonnie's assessment, but that is not enough for her.

"Is wittwe pwincess (Y/N) afraid to get her pretty magic hands dirty?" she mocks you, and you honestly have no idea where this is coming from.

"Catra, Lonnie loaded the cannon five minutes ago, and we're still deep in the Whispering Woods," you don't like asserting yourself, but this is getting ridiculous.

"Get out of my sight!" Catra yells, making the other five people in the tank jump.

"Catra, I don't think this tank is that big," Scorpia hesitantly responds.

"Then (Y/N) can just get out of the tank," she seethes. "Go! Get out!!" she raises her voice again and opens the hatch on top to let you out.

You look at your friend one last time and jump out; you can just follow the tank tracks and pray they take the same route on the way back. But you have to step off the path to make way for more tanks, and the Whispering Woods are magic, not to mention nearly impossible to navigate, so you find yourself wandering farther and farther away from the tank tracks you were counting on.

After considerable distance, you find a house.
Eager for some help, you hide your armor behind a bush so you aren't wearing anything with the Horde insignia. The door swings open.

"Hi, I'm Lance!"

"And I'm George!"

I'm not giving up on this fic yet!