Twins of Mewni

St. Olga's Reform School for Wayward Princesses part 2

Comet's POV:

"Zelda of Legend? How in the name of Mewni did you come up with that name?", I asked Star as we walked through the empty halls of the school. "I don't know, you reminded me of the boy in Marco's video game. He's also called Zelda", Star remembered. "No he's not", Marco deadpanned. "Of course it is. The game is called 'Legend of Zelda'. And you mean to tell me you're not playing Zelda? That's just ridiculous", Star playfully argued.

Marco hushed her and we held our breath as we heard the heavy footsteps of a guard passing by the hallway. "Breaking out Pony Head is going to be a breeze. It's just a high-surveillance prissy finishing school", Marco said when the footsteps had grown distance once more. I looked out of the window, and my eyes widened in horror. "S-Star, M-Marco?", I whispered. Star was immediately by my side, looking out into the courtyard as well.

There in the small gardens, stood a teacher and a princess we knew all too well. ♪ "When your heart is filled with sunshine, and you're feeling oh so free; All of life is just divine, and the world is full of glee!" ♪, the teacher sung, looking up to a tree branch above them. Up there was a little blue songbird, whistling along and flying onto the princess' finger. The very princess that had tried to steal Star's face!

Marco seemed unfazed. "You know the kind of girls that get sent here. They could totally benefit from this", he said. We watched, as the princess looked at the songbird for a second, before eating the bird. "Oh my gosh", Star gasped.

"No, no, no", the teacher said, pulling a lever on the tree. It opened a hole by the branch, and from it, another unassuming songbird jumped out, whistling the melodious tune. "You're not leaving until you get this right!", the teacher told the princess. "That's barbaric", I whispered, and Marco dragged us away from the window. "Come on, we're still on a mission", he urged.

We reached the halls of the dorm rooms and peeked into one to see if we could maybe find Pony Head there. When we saw the insides of the room, Marco let out a whistle. "You know, this place has some seriously luxurious digs", he said. "Have you gone mad?", Star asked shaking his shoulders. "Come on!", Marco defended, pointing at the various things in the room, "Look at the intricate floral ornamentation on that armoire, the rich mahogany of the canopy bed. And there' enough velvet on that bedspread for me to swim in!"

We quickly ducked when the princess of that room came from an adjacent room and started dancing. "Don't you see what's happening here?", Star whispered. "...Dancing?", Marco replied. Star seemed to have enough of his gushing of this 'school'. "Let's just find Pony Head and get outta here", she said, pulling Marco with us.

We peeked into the rooms, but none had Pony Head in it. Finally, in the room at the end of the hall, Marco spotted our friend. "There she is", he said, pointing into the room. There, at the window, floated Pony Head. Her back was facing us, and her body was only illuminated by the dim evening light from the outside. "Let's blow down the door so we can get outta here", Star said determinedly, ready to use her wand. "No, we gotta do this quietly", Marco objected.

We slowly opened the door, and Star bounced into the room. ♪ "We are here 'cause we have to say, happy birthday on your birthday day!" ♪, she sung loudly. Marco harshly tugged her back. "Do you want us to get caught?!", he hissed. "Sorry", Star apologized, and waved towards Pony Head, "Hey, Pony Head!" Pony Head remained motionless, looking out of the window. "Hey, it's us", I tried to get her attention. "We're here to break you out so we can party!", Star explained.

We gasped simultaneously when Pony Head turned around. She looked nothing like the Pony Head I was familiar with: her wild mane had been braided back, her face was powdered white, and she had too wide eyes, staring at us with no emotion whatsoever. It was as if someone had sucked the soul out of her and left only an empty body with no thought, no emotion and no individuality behind.