Leaving The Past

The Price Of Power

Adora had never been so angry in her life.

Why can't Light Hope just answer my damn question? I mean...there are lives at stake! I don't care what light hope says...If I can't fight for my friends and the people I care about then what use is there to being She-Ra anyway?

Adora thought as she mounted Swift Wind.

"You okay? You seem...Tense?"

He asked, earning a sigh.

"Looks like I'm going to have to figure it out on my own, Swifty. I mean... seriously….how hard is it to answer a  question?"

She answered

"Ah, I see. More of that ' no worldly connections' garbage?" Swift Wind responded, heading back to Brightmoon.

"Yeah. She doesn't get it….When you care about someone you just can't forget about them and their struggles."

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Catra growled as she focused the magic even more, resulting in flame like orange energy whipping around her. She could feel herself wanting to lose control, the anger and bitterness she felt growing tenfold inside her chest, threatening to consume her.

Come on Catra...You can do this. The least you can do is revenge your dad!  She thought, closing her eyes as she forced even more magic out of her body, forcing herself to gain focus and control.

My dad and uncle were great mages, my grandmother is a strong magic user. I can do this! I have to do this! I have to stop shadow weaver before anyone else gets hurt! She's the commanding officer that sends troops out! She is the one over the attack on my family!

She could see her vision turn blurry, spots dancing before her however yet she pushed on.

Come on, you can do it...just a bit longer!

Her whole body started to tremble from the strain.

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Prima sighed as she stared out the window, her mind whirling with thoughts of the past.

Her outright rejection—although half-hearted—of Tora, her brutal training regimen with C'yra who was too young to understand the need for it to be so harsh.

Her daughter's nervousness when announcing her pregnancy.

Prima glanced down at the sword, sneering as she moved across the floor and into the medical room.

"C'yra, I'm going out. With everyone preoccupied and Catra ran off to gods only knows where...someone needs to make sure the horde doesn't plan an attack."

She stated, motion to the sword.

"Just be careful mother...I really don't want to explain to Catra that she's lost two loved ones in the same week. Not like you care, you always hated him."

C'yra replied, earning a growl from Prima.

"Listen C'yra." She growled, "that man is strong...he stood up to me didn't he? Damn it girl! I didn't think you would fall in love with the stubborn trickster but I hired him and his brother at the palace so that you wouldn't be so damn lonely. Did you honestly think I hated him all those years when I kept a roof over their heads in the palace? Don't you dare give up on him because I sure as hell know that he has a chance!"

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Catra groaned, collapsing onto the dirt.

"How the hell does Micah, Dad and Shadow Weaver do it?"

She wondered aloud, not even noticing that she was being watched until a familiar, elegant voice spoke.

"Are you sure that overworking is the best outcome?"

Catra growled as she whirled around to face Silver Storm.

"What do you know? You were born with power! You never had to prove yourself! You never watched people you love die and be powerless to stop it even though you supposedly had magic inside of you!"

She spat, earning a snort from the Pegasus who just shook himself, unphased.

" You would gain more control if you focused on something...like water or Earth. Combine the elements of the two and you would gain power...However there is a price for power. You must always choose when to use it wisely because you could badly hurt those you love."

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C'yra watched as She-Ra pointed the sword at the still form of her husband, every instinct in her screaming for her to stop the girl however she knew that Adora meant no harm. So she allowed it.

She watched as nothing happened, sweat heading on the blonde's face in pure concentration and then ever so slightly, a flicker of light came from the rune stone in the sword's hilt.

The glow slowly formed, flickering dimly at first then slowly grew in brightness until it was a steady flow….which crawled along the blade until it formed a wide, white-blue beam that was angled right at Today's chest.

Is she able to do it? C'yra wondered as she watched and although Tora moved like he had been shocked, nothing happened.

"Queen C'yra...I…"

C'yra could hear the girl beneath the warrior facade breaking so she put a hand on her shoulder.

"It's alright...You tried. That is all anyone could hope for."