ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ - COMPLETED

Back at Brightmoon, finally.

Hey guys ik I haven't posted in ages but I haven't been feeling my best. I go back to scl in like 6 days (on the 6th jan) so I'll try to post a couple parts before that. And then when I go back to scl I won't be able to post as much. Anyway I hope everyone is doing okay and enjoy this part! <3
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Speaking of Shadow weaver, Castaspella turned around to thank her.

Oh no.

Shadow weaver was lying on the floor, her eyes closed and her body was.... glowing?

Yeah, it was definitely glowing. Everyone has noticed it now and were staring at it shock and confusment. It was as her body was covered head to toe in magic. Glowing, purple magic.

"Oh no. I didn't help her that time." Castaspella whispered, making no sense whatsoever.
"And? Why would that matter anyway?" Asked Catra.
"Because Shadow weaver said earlier, in the meadow, that her powers had been damaged or whatever in the failsafe, that she had needed help." Micah guessed, shrugging.

Castaspella nodded.

"Well what are we gonna do now then? I ain't dragging that old women all the way back to Brightmoon." Catra hissed.
"Well first, we'll get her inside the ship and try to wake her up." Castaspella responded.
"Fine but I have a bad feeling that women isn't telling us something. That man was staring at her. He must know her from somewhere." Catra rambled.

They all thought of what Catra had said as they made there way onto the ship, Castaspella and Micah carrying Shadow weaver. The glowing stuff around her seemed to fade when they picked her up to carry her inside, but it weirdly re-appeared when they lied her down. It seemed to react to human touch, and dissapeared whenever a human touched it, even though Shadow weaver could touch it easily.

After a long journey they finally saw Brightmoon, standing tall. Of course it didn't look the best from the war but it was home. They were finally home. None of them had realized how much they had actaully missed this place.

Castaspella hadn't left Shadow weaver's side since they set off. Shadow weaver hadn't woke yet either, she had been asleep for the whole journey home, 3 days to be exact. And the wierdest thing is that she hadn't stopped glowing. Bow and Adora were manning the ship while Entrapta was fussing over Shadow weaver. She spoke into her little, grey recording box like it was a person. Castaspella was sat in the chair a couple metres away from where Shadow weaver layed peacefully.

Well almost peacefully anyway, Entrapta kept poking and prodding her, so that couldn't have been too comfortable. But now they were back at Brightmoon. It had been agreed that after they had gotten a full night's sleep they would have a meeting in the morning. A meeting about what to do with Shadow weaver, what there next base of operation would be, if there even was a next base of operation since now it was all over.
Or so they though....

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IT JUST TURNED 12pm WHICH MEANS ITS 2022! (For me)
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!
Forgive me for the end ik it was cringy.
Also ik this chapter was extremely short but I wanted to get it out by 12.
I promise I'll be back posting normally soon.
<3