We weren't friends anyway (It still stings)

Guilt.

Despara felt guilt.

Guilty for her amnesia.

Guilty for doing nothing.

Guilty for everything.

Guilty for the newfound chipped people.

But she could not fix it.

The alliance explained her predicament with the heart of Etheria.

And so they set off through Mystacor to find the failsafe.

The whole time, she felt an awful feeling in her heart. Her eyes fluttered shut.

She did not recall how to summon She-ra.

She tried. She really. Truly. Tried.

She watched as everyone writhed on the ground as King Micah and his companions caused a sea of thin black goo to trap everyone.

That's when she tried hardest.

At first, it was nothing.

But the energy built up. And released in one giant volt.

She screamed in agony. A horrible, wrangled scream.

Her eyes rolled back in her head.

Her whole body arched as the magic pounded through her entire being.

She screamed a blood chilling scream. Roaring and sobbing.

The others yelled to her to hang on.

But it would not work.

She screamed even louder. So much so that she was probably heard in the Northern Reach.

And with one final scream, she drops to the cold, metallic platform below.

And she doesn't wake up.

Bow tries. Glimmer tries. Shadow Weaver tries. Castaspella tries. Everyone tries.

There is no hope.

Adora is dead. Catra is dead.

They took the blame on themselves.

Only She-ra could have gotten the failsafe.

They had never told Despara/Adora how to summon She-ra.

It stung.

But Adora was dead.

Her corpse lay mottled with cuts and bruised before them.

Tears threatened to fall from the princesses.

They couldn't get out of the black tar like liquid.

It fills the room, Micah reaches for Castaspella, but Glimmer comes to her rescue, and grabs Bow.

It's all she can carry.

Everyone else claims they'll be alright.

They won't.

Its the last time any of them are seen alive.

Glimmer, Bow and Castaspella return woefully to the camp.

Tears threaten to fall again.

They're alone. Their friends are dead. Adora is dead. Catra is dead. Angella is gone. Micah is gone. He'll, even Shadow Weaver was gone.

Glimmer looks tearfully to Castaspella, who swallows and shakes her head.

They had to come up with something to win.

They only had each other.

They doubted they would last.

But they had to try for the sake of all the lost lives.

They had to try for their love.