Starnapped: A SVTFOE Story

Starnapped: Chapter 5 - The Showdown

Tears leaked from the boy's eyes as he closed the lid of phone, immediately feeling guilty for worrying her. "I'll see you soon, Star." He had to keep reminding himself that he couldn't call her back, couldn't try to reassure her. He had worse things than her feelings to worry about right now.

"You heard the woman, Marco. We must be in the forest by dawn. The time right now is 11:00 p.m, so we have about seven hours. Normally I would suggest that we rest first, but there is no time. Now are you with me, or are you staying?" asked Moon, her confident voice still riddled with hints of sadness. No wonder Mewnie was so safe and well organized under her rule.

"Of course I am with you... my queen. Star is my best friend, and I'm not ready to have her die on me. If anything, I was supposed to die protecting her, and not the other way around. It's my fault for not watching out for her more, and now it's my job to fix it." Marco responded, temporarily letting the fear leave him in order to address the Queen. He was afraid that if he acted emotionally unstable, he would not be allowed to come. He promised Star that he would be there. And he couldn't stand to let her down again.

"In that case, pack a bag. We must travel light and fast. The Forest of Certain Death is a dangerous place, regardless of your skill in combat." the queen warned, turning around swiftly after she finished her remark. She had been through the forest many times before, and she knew certain parts like the back of her hand. But sadly, she also knew that the forest was an enormous place, and that it was likely that wherever her daughter was, she was not close to the entrance. Knowing Eclipsa, Moon would have to assume she had brought Star to the dead center of the dark and mysterious wood.

Marco did not need much. He went back to his own room in the Butterfly castle and flew open his closet. Inside hung a collection of twelve of his finest hoodies, and various pairs of jeans. Marco placed Star's headband on the bed next to him as he got dressed in his normal attire, throwing his pajamas to the side. There was no time for a clothes piles. He grabbed a small brush from his bedside table and ran it through his messy mane of a hairdo a few times over. After he had finished, he placed the headband back on his head and stuffed his phone in his sweatshirt pocket. He was ready.

The Queen did not need many supplies either. Directly after leaving her daughter's room, she ran to a chamber close to her bedroom in order to grab her battle armor. Slipping the metal dress over her body, Moon then continued to tie her blue tinted locks into a long braid, keeping it out of her way for the time being. Now that she was suited up, there was only one thing left to pack. Moon rushed to her bedroom and glanced at her daily royal attire. A tear came to her eye as she grabbed the crown from the mannikin and placed it in her otherwise empty bag. "I'll get you back, Star, and I'll do whatever it takes."

By the time Moon reached the bottom of the curved staircase, Marco was already there, clicking his heels together and twiddling his thumbs. He was still very shocked at what he was about to do, but he would do anything if it meant bringing Star back to him. For the good of all of Mewnie and Earth, it was his job to ensure her safety. Feeling no need for words, Moon waved her arm in a "let's go" motion as she walked towards the front entrance, Marco following closely behind.

It took about twenty minutes to reach the forest entrance from the castle, and it was just as spooky as Marco last remembered. The sign revealing the name looked as if the wording was written with blood, or at least blood colored paint. The trees throughout the seen wood looked jagged and dead, even though the season was still mid-summer. The plants at first glance looked rather pretty, but from experience Marco knew that looks were deceiving once he entered that line of trees. With a small gulp,the terrified teen continued on his way into the dark unknown.