They didn't stop anyway, they needed to get home immediately. Nothing else mattered.
They needed to give Catra a proper funeral after the war.
So they needed it to end fast.
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She was standing in a large chasm. Miniature models of the black garnet adorned the walls.
Catra stood beside her, Shadow Weaver before them.
The sorceress towered above them both.
Adora felt a chill go down her spine as their mentor turnedto Catra.
'Adora, sit, why don't you watch the show?' The tone of amusement rung in Shadow Weavers voice as she gestured to a seat in the corner.
She sat gingerly on the edge.
The sorceress pulled back a curtain, revealing a kind of machine, that Adora only now recognised as the same one that had been used on Glimmer afterprincess prom.
Catra was forced into its clutches.
Then Shadow Weaver pulled a lever.
Adora bit her lip to hold back a yell, as blood-curdling screams erupted from Catra as she was electrocuted by white hot lightening.
'Please! I'll do anything! Pl-' Catras pleading was cut off by an inhumane sound roaring from her throat. Like a mix between a groan and a screech.
Moments passed, with more pleading and screaming from Catra, before the pain overcame her, and she fell unconscious.
Then Shadow Weaver turned to Adora.
'She won't remember a thing when I'm done with her'
Adora screamed.
She was sitting upright in her bed, The memory fresh in her mind.
She pulled her knees to her chest, the reddish blanket cloaking them as she shook with sobs.
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As Maras ship pulled nearer to Etheria.
A Horde ship came in tow.
They just made it through, and soon a battle broke out just as they'd landed.
Horde clones VS the best friend squad.
They fought without end for what seemed like hours.
And it wasn't long before they grew tired.
Adora managed to summon Shera, and wiped them out quickly.
She felt surprised at her still existing ability.
But just when they'd thought they'd got them all, one shot Adora with what appeared to be a beam of green light.
Almost immediately, Adora fell limp.
Glimmer took to the take down of the clone. And it was quite the battle. And in the end, the Queen Of Brightmoon won.
Together, Bow, Glimmer, Wrong Hordak and Entrapta, heaved Adora to the camp.
Adora was almost instantly sent to the infirmary.
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The remaining alliance sat in a circle around Adora as she slowly awoke.
She blinked a few times, then looked at them again.
'Is everything alright?' Bow asked, taking her hand gingerly.
Adora blinked at him again. And her response sent chills down the spines of everyone there.
