The skies above Brightmoon are a pale shade of grey.
Seeing as it is December 21st, it wouldn't be too out of ordinary.
But on the brink of war, it did nothing but inflict more hopelessness into the people of Bright Moon.
The kingdoms forces gather on the bridge. Rows and rows of armoured subjects.
Angella and Micah stand tall in the entranceway of Brightmoon castle.
They're waiting for a flare. A signal. From Senator Benes. To charge into battle, a magical transport having been set onto place at the end of the bridge that will bring anyone who steps in right through to the woods in Halfmoon. A good, quiet spot to invade.
They wouldn't think to put defenses there. A weak spot.
The anticipation is nerve wracking.
Any moment now, they will be running through the border into Halfmoon and slaughtering the magicat people.
Some soldiers allow themselves some hope that the flare will never come. That, Angella and Micah will get tired waiting and change their minds.
And leave Halfmoon at peace.
But at last, the green-blue flare goes off. And they charge.
Through the rippling border of magic, into the woods of Halfmoon.
And into War.
~~~~~
Catra wakes to the soft feeling of the sun on her face.
She's lying in a comfortable bed, in Aeaea.
She sits up, recalling the last 12 hours.
"Puca?"
"Here..."
His gruff voice comes from the Hallway.
"Come in."
He does as she says, though he doesn't look happy about it.
"Good morning to you too, bastard." She smiles as she pushes herself out of bed.
He rolls his eyes at her.
"Uh-huh."
She starts searching through her wardrobe.
He watches her, quietly.
"Little goddess?"
"What?"
"What's next?"
She pauses, as she picks out a spandex suit of pure black.
"Elisia. I need Avena to teach me something."
"Avena."
"Yeah...?"
"Avena. As in my great, great, great, great, great niece?
She pauses again.
"How old are you?"
"...7530."
"Hah. Old."
"I'm immortal."
"So am I."
"Really? Moros, you're basically a baby."
She rolls her eyes as she changes into the garment she'd picked out.
"Not a baby. I'm 22."
"There haven't been any new immortals for the past six centuries. You're the youngest I've ever met, out of immortals."
"What about Queen Angella?"
"...you don't want to know the age difference between her and Micah. She chose to go to school after a few centuries because she got bored."
Catra shudders.
Puca nods and purses his lips.
She finishes getting changed and turns back to him.
"Breakfast. Come on."
She drags him into the kitchen, were a small feast is laid out for them.
It consists of bowls of fruit, such as chopped apples, orange slices, mangoes, etc. Smaller bowls of raisins. Platters of toast lathered in jam, etc. And two glasses of orange juice. And a bottle of wine in the middle of the table for good measure.
They sit opposite each other and start helping themselves.
After a few minutes, however. Puca notices Catra's odd quietness.
"Little goddess, why the silence?"
"I...I have a question. But I don't think you'd be too pleased."
He pauses. Setting down his fork.
"You want to know why I really killed my family, don't you?"
She nods quietly.
He looks at his food for a second, before his eyes closed.
"You want to know the truth?...I guess you deserve to know."
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