Etheria's War

Saying Goodbye

Glimmer's POV

We had a funeral to mourn the loss of Adora.

Most of Etheria showed up.

All except Shadow Weaver.

She was put back in dungeon, this time we checked her thoroughly so she didn't have anything to escape.

We built a statue of Adora in Gold to commemorate her legacy.

I was asked to give a speech at the funeral.

Despite the pain I feel inside, I held my head high.

"Adora and I might not have agreed on everything." I said. "But she was my friend, my ally...my sister."

I sniffled.

"The war she caused us, created tons of damage." I said. "But no casualties. Buildings and houses can be fixed. Lives can't be returned. And I wish Adora could've done more with her's."

Catra was crying into her hands.

Nobody could blame her.

"If I would've known what my actions would've caused," I continued. "I would've done everything to avoid them. If I had known what Shadow Weaver was going to do, my last words to Adora...."

I started crying again.

I had to fix my stance.

"I would've told Adora she was my sister." I said. "That's all she would've wanted. She viewed my mom as her's, and I rudely told her it wasn't so. I-I... I'm, Adora. I know you can't here this, but.... I'm sorry. We'll mourn your until we get our own."

I had to wipe many tears from my face.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming." I said.

~~Timeskip~~

I was sitting on my bed crying.

It was all my fault.

How could I have been so blind?

Bow walked in.

"I came to see how you were doing." He said.

"I.." I began. "I shouldn't have been so hard on her."

My crying began anew.

Bow hugged me trying to drown away the sadness.

I'll miss you, Adora.

If only we could've had another chance.

Horde Prime's POV

I was sitting on my throne in my ship.

"Lord Prime." Said one my clones. "The Warrior Princess is dead."

I smiled.

"Good." I said. "The Princess of Hell and now She Ra. Less people to stand in my way."

"Could they ever return from death?" Asked the clone.

"Not unless Cipher's replacement wants to." I said. "I'm pretty sure Princess Charlotte might be harder to bring back. But that kid only uses his powers to pull pranks and trick small time criminals into turning a new leaf."

"He is only 19, Lord Prime." Said the clone.

"A waste of all that power." I said.

I looked out the window of the ship.

"We will conquer Etheria, Earth, Hell, and the rest of the Galaxy." I said.

"What about the Irkens?" Asked the clone.

"They only fly in a straight line." I said. "They won't bother us."