Starnapped: A SVTFOE Story

Starnapped: Chapter 9 - A Rich Imagination

After the feeling of shock had finally passed, the exhaustion and pains returned. Marco slumped back onto the ground, moaning in pain. It felt as it there was a burning hole straight through his chest, even if the blast hadn't actually reached his skin. The adrenaline from the fight finally wearing off, Star laid down next to the boy, every inch of her body seeming to have some sort of bruise. However, despite the severity of the teen's injuries, nobody was worse than Moon.

The retired queen was on her knees, her eyes glistening with tears as she glanced down at her arms. Although the growing had temporarily stopped, the violet strings had already reached the tops of her elbows, turning her light skin tone into a purple tinted mess. She wouldn't have minded the appearance if it wasn't for the extreme pain the makeover caused. Each passing moment felt like agony, each movement like torture. If it wasn't for her daughter and husband, she would have accepted death right then and there. Only then could she finally have relief.

Feeling the need to take action, Star propped herself up, her injuries seeming to be slightly less severe despite the events. Suddenly, the memory of pink popped back into her head, filling her with distress. Did she have her magic back? She pulled out her phone and flipped it open, using the glass screen as a mirror. Star let out a sigh of relief when she saw that her hearts were back to their normal state, or at least more normal than they had been. The color itself had returned and the hearts were repaired, but the color scheme was certainly not ordinary. One side of each heart was a light violet while the other was normal rose, as if someone had taken a sword and sliced the pattern down the middle.

Questions flowed through Star's mind, each one seeking an answer. Why was it purple? Could she still do magic? Was she corrupted? That last question burned in her conscience, repeating itself over and over in her brain. However, wanting to relax for the first time in days, Star forcibly pushed the thought to the back of her mind, locking it in an imaginary brain closet. She had had enough stress for one day.

Glancing around the room, she saw the others, disabled from their injuries. Guilt immediately came over her like a tidal wave, washing out all her other emotions for the time being. Star looked beside her to her wand, and then back to her mother. With a sigh, she picked it up, digging through her memories of the spell book in order to find a pain relief spell. Something to pay them back for what they had done for her.

Star began to pace around the room, muttering words to herself. There had to be something to help them! Bone healing spell? Maybe. Teleportation? Unless she could get them to a hospital. Pigtails? No, no, not now. She continued to dig further and further into her mind, losing hope after each moment had passed. After sifting through another mental chapter, Star gave up. Seemed like she would have to make her own spell.

The princess plopped herself down onto the floor, putting her imagination to work. She always would remember how to create a normal spell, but she had never created something like this before. But she would definitely at least have to try. Just the thought of making another spell for the new spell book made her pulse with excitement, but she knew in order to fix her injured comrades, she had to act fast. Calming herself down, Star began to focus.

Step one, coming up with a name for the spell. This would of course be based off of what the spell was meant to achieve after casting. A narwhal blast shot narwhals, warnicorn stampede stampeded the enemy. This unnamed spell would be used for healing those who are injured. She needed the spell to act quickly, almost instantaneous. Instant Remedial Blast? It would have to do.

Step two involved creating a collection of movements that would bring forth the spell. Taking a deep breath, Star slowly rose from her sitting position, she aches causing her to groan in the process. Shaking it off, Star began her act. She starting to tap her head for ideas, drawing the attention of her injured kith and kin. Smiling at her audience, Star began to spin in a circle, noting the action in her head. She then stuck out her arm and moved it to the right, left, and then up. Satisfied with her combination, Star then decided that she would put her spell to the test.