Catra wakes groggily, in a dark, damp little room.
She is on her side at the far end of the room, a rusty metal door at the other.
She stares at the mouldy wall, considering her situation deeply.
She hears footsteps - Or maybe she's hallucinating.
They get louder.
Maybe they're real.
It turns out they are, when the door swings open, and a distorted rectangle of light spills in through the darkness.
"Catra, the Fallen Angel."
It's a voice she doesn't recognise. Sultry, feminine, shrill.
She feels a heel press into her side, and force her onto her back.
She looks up through hazy eyes at a blonde woman peering down at her.
"Hello, Catra. Awake, I see."
Catra internally seizes.
"Who are you, and why am I here?"
"My name is Alya, Mistress of King Chajl. You imprisoned my lover. Prepare to die."
"I didn't do shit, princess."
"The Empress of Purrsia imprisoned my lover. Her name is C'yra Driluth. You were her reason. And you will be my way to defeat her."
"I will?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Jolly."
Alya sniffs, kicks her back onto her side, and slams the door hard as she leaves.
Catra groans, as she feels the tender flesh ache. A sure bruise.
She pulls herself up to lean against the mould.
She could get some sleep for now. She'll think of a way out later.
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The basement is starting to get crowded.
A storm has hit the heart of Purrsia, in other words, Half-moon. And the royals and the staff were gathering in the basement to stay safe from the deadly weather.
C'yra and Amato sit side by side. Lyric and Maverick opposite them.
"I'm sure it will be over soon." Lyric sighs, her voice more hopeful then sure.
"Hopefully. I hope Catra and Aeris are okay, wherever they are." C'yra pulls her knees up to her chest, looking nervous.
It was an unusual look. Normally, the former Empress was snarky and confident, but as of recent, her two missing daughters weighed on her.
"Have you tried Circe? With the amount of scattered temples in the area, it would've been my first ground." Mav frowns, then grimaces.
"I'll try there next. The moment this storm passes." C'yra swallows.
There is a moment of silence.
"There's a plague. In Dryl." Amato's contribution to the conversation is unexpected.
"The world is ending, is it?" Mav jokes.
But C'yra and Amato only shift uncomfortably.
"Honestly, that could be true, Mav."
His awkward smile drops.
"What...?"
At that moment, the basement doors swing open, and everyone stares at a heaving Glimmer, drenched to the bone.
"It's...it's...."
"Where's my daughters?!" C'yra jumps from her seat, frantic and afraid as any mother.
"Catra is with Avena. But Aeris...Aeris is...." Glimmer tears up, "Aeris is gone, your majesty. She's dead. Executed in Aziphiya."
She can do nothing but catch the former Empress when she collapses under the weight of the information.
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Escaping Corruption (Seasons 1-3)
Fanfiction(Set in s3) (s1 of Escaping Corruption summary) Catra has been sent to Beast Island. But, when the storms around the island get a tad too violent, and she's thrown into the sea to drown, a mysterious duo save her. Adora strives to win. But when Ca...
