Moment of Truth

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The Princesses were gathered in the war room, already putting out their next plan against the Horde.

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Frosta stuck an icicle through a sheet of paper, pinning it to the wall as she, Spinnerella and Netossa looked over a set of maps.

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Glimmer barely managed to teleport Huntara, Bow, and Adora into the room.

Mermista shouted in surprise as her chair tipped over.

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"Oh. You're already here. Perfect," Glimmer breathed out.

"Yeah. Where have you been? Is this some new She-Ra form?" Mermista was looking at Huntara.

"No. this is Huntara. She's the leader of the Crimson Waste. Or was," Swiftwind pushed the curious princess away as she messed around with the holographic map.

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"We don't have time to get into it. We need to get to the Fright Zone."

"The world doesn't stop just because you aren't here. We have been planning our attack on the Horde for some time now," Angella showed off a hologram of She-Ra and a few Horde tanks.

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"Ohh. That's a relief, because Catra kidnapped Y/N," Bow deadpanned.

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Everyone gasped, turning to face them.

"The Horde... has Y/N?" Angella was in shock.

"And she managed to take the Sword of Protection," Adora added.

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"It means that they can open a portal at any time," Glimmer would add on.

"What? I don't understand," Angella was thrown for a loop.

All of it was happening so quickly.

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"There's no time to waste," Glimmer was getting more serious in tone.

"Glimmer, slow down-"

"We need to go to the Fright Zone now!" Glimmer's hands planted themselves on the table.

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"We? You are not going anywhere until you explain!"

"Glimmer, outside. Now!" She spread her wings, pointing at the door.

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Glimmer stepped put hastily, her mother following behind.

The door shut abruptly, the others standing in shock.

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"Adora, what happened?" Netossa asked.

Her eyes were blown wide, pursing her lips, wishing not to recollect it.

She gazed down at the ground as her fists clenched up.

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She took a long blink, a grief-stricken face overcoming her as she prepared to speak.

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