Catra stares at the table in front of her.
"A baby."
He nods. Looking away, obviously pained by the memory.
"You had a daughter." She continues.
"I did."
"And you loved her."
"More than I did my own blood."
"And they killed her."
"Yes."
"And you were forced into a marriage you didn't want?"
"I'm thankful it was only Lilith of all people."
"And a crown that should've been yours was given to Brisesis."
"By order of birth, it would be mine."
Catra looks livid.
"You mean to tell me, that my great, great, great, great granny, beat you. After you avenged your murdered child?"
"Yes."
"Damn Circe."
The two are silent.
"Your little patron."
"She's not my patron. I turned my back on her what feels like ages ago."
He stops, and raises a brow..
"Does she know this?'
"I said it to her face. Summoned her."
He stares.
"You are a strange woman, Catra D'riluth."
"Maybe. But I'm a Goddess. So why should it matter?"
A small upturn of his lip.
"You magicats and your pride.
"Lord of darknesses and their arrogance."
~~~~~~~
There is blood on the dais. Blood on the council table. And blood on her.
C'yra paces the room with an air of violence.
Enforced by the fact that she'd just slaughtered half her council for treachery.
Amato is gone at the moment, scouring the borders for any clue of where Brightmoon will invade.
And a grieving Empress is no thing to be tested.
"Mama...please..."
Lyric stands in the entrance arch.
"Do not dare to tell me to calm myself, daughter."
C'yra hisses, sheathing her blade once more.
"Mama....we are already at war."
"What do you mean?!" She spins around, looking utterly mad.
"There was a rip in the border that has shielded us since Eternian times. Since Claudia; The Original She-ra. "
C'yra roars.
Lyric stumbles.
"And?!" The ex-Empress rushes forth.
"And Brightmoons forces have breached it. They've dethroned Lady Xaia from her place as Urban Prefect of Pantherna. She's being held captive in Mystacor against Castaspella's wishes."
Lyric looks away as she finishes.
C'yra unsheathes her sword once more, and kicks open the balcony doors.
In the streets below, all of Halfmoons warriors, hunters and soldiers have gathered. Awaiting the Lady's command.
"PEOPLE OF HALFMOON."
They all kneel at C'yra's opening.
"TODAY, BRIGHTMOON'S ARMIES HAVE BREACHED SECURITY ACROSS THE BORDERS."
Gasps and whispers.
"YOUR LADY XAIA, URBAN PREFECT OF PANTHERNA, HAS BEEN TAKEN CAPTIVE. HOWEVER. WE WILL NOT SURRENDER."
Some small cheers.
"TODAY. TONIGHT. AND FOR ALL IT WILL TAKE. WE WILL FIGHT. WE WILL SAVE OUR EMPIRE FROM THE PESTILENCE OF BRIGHTMOON'S CRUELTY. WE WILL CHARGE AND WE WILL KILL."
Cheers get louder. People start unsheathing and preparing their weapons.
"OUR EMPRESS, ELIZABETH CATRA D'RILUTH, MAY NOT STAND WITH US AT THIS PERILOUS TIME. BUT SHE IS ON A JOURNEY TO SAVE THIS UNIVERSE FROM EXTINCTION. THINK OF HER, AND WHAT SHE MIGHT HAVE SACRIFIED TO GET THERE. AND IF OUR EMPRESS COMES BACK TO A DESTROYED EMPIRE?"
The crowd screams in anger. Why not? If their Imperial Lady came home from such a horrible journey, to find her home destroyed? Would she think it was all for nothing?
"FOR CATRA! FOR AERIS! FOR NAEVA! FOR ANU! FOR ALL AND EVERYTHING WE'VE LOST!"
The crowd scream battle cries and raide their blades and bows above.
"Ut Compassio, Ut honestus, et fortis Passioni deditus!!"
And the War begins.
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