We weren't friends anyway (It still stings)

The malicious wolves of fear

Catra had been wandering the sky since she had last looked into Adoras tearful eyes.

She didn't know how long it had been.

Occasionally, she would hear things.

Like sobbing, or people talking to her, but it echoed all around.

She decided that must be what is happening on Etheria.

Below and above her.

She felt relieved to be here, secluded, in the rolling hills of darkness, away from Primes torturous light.

But, she missed Adora. She wanted to throw herself at Scorpia and Entraptas feet, and beg for the forgiveness that she did not believe would be given.

She didn't care, as long as she told them that she cared. But that was impossible now.

So many wishes, used to be in her reach, now dribbling down the drain just like her life.

Gone. Impossible to return. Dead.

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Despara was rightfully confused.

She didn't remember a thing.

And no one would tell her anything, didn't speak to her other then to check on what she remembered.

She was confined to one of the spare tents. Much to her dismay.

Somewhere deep down, she was infuriated. Seething. Raging.

Sometimes, flashes of her past would come back to her.

And gone the next minute.

She began writing down this strange visions, in the hopes of placing it together.

But so far, no such luck.

One morning, after Bow had left her breakfast, and went to discuss plans with the rebellion, Despara went to pay Shadow Weaver a visit.

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Despara sat opposite her old mentor. And when she spoke, she was overcome with nostalgia of things she didn't remember.

'What are you here for, my child?" She drawled.

Adota shuddered, then fixed her composure.

'Tell me about Catra. Who she was. And what she meant to me.'

She gave a good stare.

Shadow Weaver sighed.

'I never saw that furry mongrel in the same light that you did. Nowhere close to it. Therefore, I am not I  the right place to tell you who Catra was, all I know now, is that she adored you to the end, and died protecting you'

'Okay, what happened while I was out then?'

'I don't know. I was basking in wine since you left."

You're useless.'

'I do try my very best'

'...'

'Buh-bye!'

Adora grumbled under her breath as she walked away.

That damn witch was really getting on her last nerves.

It seemed she had to talk to the scorpian lady instead.