Escaping Corruption (Seasons 1-3)

S2 - Magic and Mayhem

Castaspella strutted through the halls of Mystacor, a far too excited Entrapta followed her.

She knew exactly where they were going, and they arrived within seconds.

The secret room, which Entrapta was I turned by.

Light spells filled the small, quaint room.

But unlike Entrapta, Castas attention was solely directed at the massive screen, that whirred to life at at second.

Prime stared at her with a freaky smile.

'Hello, Young sorceress'

'Fuck off, Prime, I have more important problems then a deformed cyborg like yourself'

Prime snorted in a very piglike manner.

'What? Not used to people handing your ass right back to you? Yeah, the majority of Etheria speak like that.' Casta growled.

Entrapta made a squeaky snicker from beside them.

'Oh! Oh!' She gasps excitedly, leaping repeatedly into the air as she reads the data in her trackerpad.

Casta smirked.

Prime sent a quivering smile her way.

'Now what was the point of calling me?' She added.

'Because I do not know the whereabouts of your goddaughter, Catra. And I would like to inform her of my invasion in Purrsia. Each and every one of those conjoined islands, have been overtaken, Goodbye' The screen shut down.

Casta froze and turned to Entrapta who was pale and now sitting on her knees as she read through the newest fragment of data.

'This is bad....He was telling the truth, Purrsia was beaten in the battle. They failed to drive Him out...'

Casta paled just as much as Entrapta.

She had always been friends with Amato and C'yra. First, she'd lost C'yra to Pucas hands, now Amato to Prime.

It was such a large affliction, that she could not fathom in words the pain she felt.

She stood back.

Then turned to Entrapta.

'Please...Send my neice a message, telling her to stay at Brightmoon. Etheria is soon to be under attack. I cannot loose anyone else.'

Entrapta nodded sadly, and began to furiously type on her Trackerpad.

Castaspella began to run the moment she left the secret room.

She runs and she doesn't look back.

She runs and doesn't know why.

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Catra was silent.

So many things began unraveling in her head.

Questions. Answers. Questions. Answers.

Things she would never get.

She sighed, and leaned against her elbow.

'Is that it?'

'No, I know exactly what happened since. She was born to her mortal parents on the 28th of October, nineteen years ago. She grew as a soldier, in her intelligence, beauty and ambition. She wields a sword with the powers of the unknown. Eyes of circe, and lithe as a natural feline. She is strong, She dons a diadem, and she is beloved. Though she may not know it yet.'

Catra feels an odd stirring in her chest, like a bright vortex growing larger and larger within her heart.

She attempts to rid herself of the feeling, but it doesn't leave.

'Catra?'

'Yes, Freyja?'

'What is it you seek? Why did you come to me?'

'I came in search of the falcon cloak, and I have gifts to trade in its place' She blustered.

'Well of course dear, give me a moment' The goddess smiled.

With a snap of her fingers, and a shimmering of gold, a feathered white cloak sat in the middle of the table.

Catra pulled the pitchers out of her bag, and Freyja smiled.

'Take it, and you may resume your journey when morning comes. You will stay the night to regain your strength.'

Catra nods, and puts the cloak in her bag alongside the Harp.

'Good luck' 

The next thing she knows, she was laying in a comfortable bed in a room that was more of a balcony. As it had no walls and five pillars in there place.

The bedding from the ceiling, and vines with blooming crimson poppies twist around the frame.

Catra sighs, and falls back against the mattress.

It isn't long before her eyes shut.

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She awakes to a silver tray loaded with scrambled eggs, toast, and a glass of pomegranate juice.

Fresh clothes sat beside it in a neat pile.

Catra ate and dressed. And collected her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

Then, she bid goodbye to Freyja, and set off toward the west, where her next challenge awaited.

The next step was charming the dacoits, which she had initially believed would be before reaching Freyjas palace, but she was incorrect.

The dacoits were temporarily residing in the Western village of Protea, they were a group of ruthless bandits who murdered men, violated their wives and stole their fortunes.

But luckily, Catra had a plan.

The village came into view from across the rolling fields.

A lage Manor sat quite remote a short walk from it, so Catra approached it and rapped on the door.

After a second, she opened it and stepped in.

She owned the Manor, and she had it rented from earlier the morning prior.

She stepped inside, smiling.

She closed the door swiftly behind her, and cackled evily to herself.

Because she knew exactly what to do.

And how to charm the dacoits.

It was easy really, all she would need was a lot of salt and silver....