Golden Arrow: The Bow of Protection
The first part of my Bow-Ra fic is now up! There’s not much Glimbow in this and I wrote it for a ship week, so I released a little early to generate some hype. Check it out and pumped for @glimbowweek on the 15th!
Here’s the link and enjoy a preview under the cut
“What is that?” Catra asked with wide eyes. Before them, a massive sword was impaled in the ground, wrapped in vines.
“It looks like a sword.”
“I knew that. But why is it here, of all places?” Catra reframed. “And why is it… glowing?”
“That must be what I’m tracking.” Adora pointed at her pad and looked between it and the blade. “It’s First One’s tech!”
“Seriously?” Catra turned to Adora in disbelief.
“This is incredible! I assumed it was a massive cache with this kind of reading, but it’s just one piece! This thing must be inordinately powerful.” Adora said excitedly, facing her friend. “We have to get it back to Halfmoon.”
“Is it even safe to touch? It’s glowing an awful lot.”
“We can throw a rock at it or something and see if it- Hey!” Adora cut off, turning to find a Horde soldier in the clearing with them, approaching the sword. “Horde soldier!” the soldier stopped and looked at them with panic in his eyes.
“He’s going for the sword!” Catra growled. She yelled out and changed to her cat form, shredding her clothes. Adora pulled her staff out of her pocket and extended it to full-length.
“Wait-” he held up his hands, but Catra charged him with Adora close behind. Before they could reach him, the soldier pulled the sword from the ground and the whole clearing lit up.
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“The Last Hero of Eternia” Chapter 6
Hi all! Just wanted to drop a sample from the just-published Chapter 6 of my SPOP novel, “The Last Hero of Eternia”:
Hordak spun around. The others were nowhere to be seen. “Entrapta!” No response. “Anyone? Answer!”
Only his own voice reverberated back in reply.
Another trick, in a long line of First Ones’ traps. He understood why Prime had hated the First Ones so much.
The corridor he was in looked somewhat familiar. He didn’t remember having seen it personally, but perhaps a leftover memory he’d absorbed during his time as part of the Horde hive mind. It was blocked off at the end, near where he was standing. The others were gone. Most of them he didn’t care about, but Entrapta…
He had to hope she was all right.
The corridor, he observed, was lit all the way to the other end, where an oily darkness seemed to swallow up any illumination.
He narrowed his eyes. If they think I will walk meekly into their trap, they are mistaken. He opened a pouch in his suit, retrieved a small circular device, and stuck it to the slanted wall next to him. He took several steps down the corridor and placed another device. The two devices beeped once in unison, and then went silent. He pulled two wired earpieces from his suit’s collar and stuck them into his ears. He could hear the regular, faint chime of the two devices, one in each ear, and the delay from one chime to another allowed him to instinctually sense his position.
He may be dying, but fortunately his echolocation instincts were still as sharp as the day he first emerged from his cloning tube.
He continued on toward the dark end of the corridor, his leg muscles burning more and more with each step. He willed the discomfort away, as he’d learned to do over many years, and for now he was able to continue ignoring it.
He stopped just where the light disappeared. The shadow seemed to stand like a barrier before him. He pulled another small device out, stuck it to the wall, and then stepped forward.
As he emerged from the darkness, he found himself in a new room he knew all too well. It was one he’d been in only months before.
“Welcome, Little Brother.”
Hordak narrowed his eyes. He recognized this throne room, a gigantic chamber that was a testament to his “older brother’s” enormous ego. “Horde Prime. You are looking well, for someone who is dead.”
“Dead? Oh, no…” Prime chuckled. “Oh, much of me was destroyed, yes, but a small piece of me lived on within you.” He raised a hand. “Come stand before me.”
Hordak had no desire to follow the orders of Horde Prime, or of whatever it was pretending to be him, but he also wanted to get to the bottom of this. He stepped forward, toward the bridge that led to the floating platform upon which Prime’s throne was perched. It was flanked by two of his blank-eyed “brothers”.
The two clones reached out to grab his arms but Hordak shrugged them away. “Do not touch me or I will end you.”
Horde Prime laughed out loud. “Oh my, such assertiveness. You truly believe you have grown beyond me, Little Brother.” To the clones, he added, “Let him pass.”
The clones at the bridge stepped aside, but Hordak kept an eye on them as he walked past. Prime could easily pass them a telepathic order, if he wished, and Hordak had no qualms against making good on his threat.
As Hordak reached Horde Prime, he stood firm. Horde Prime remained seated, legs crossed. “How very commanding is your presence,” Prime said. “If only you were not so flawed, you would have been my perfect vessel.”
“My imperfections are beautiful,” Hordak said. “Something I learned when I stopped conquering and gained a friend.”
Prime laughed heartily. “Your imperfections...beautiful! Oh, how wonderful. But, of course, not everything can be ‘beautiful’, can it?” He stood and reached out to touch Hordak’s face. Hordak held his ground, staring into Prime’s yellow eyes. When Prime touched him, he slapped the hand away.
The clones flanking Prime’s throne immediately switched to battle stances, but Prime waved them off. “Beautiful,” he said. “Beautiful, such as the exoskeleton that is literally keeping you alive? Beautiful, as in the organs within your shriveling body, no longer capable of sustaining your life? Perhaps if you’d stayed with me, we could have found a cure. You could have lived on.”
“I am not your slave. I will not be your slave. I would rather die free.”
Prime nodded. “Then die free you shall, little brother.” He grabbed Hordak’s arm. “But I shall live on!”
Hordak slapped a hand to his chest. Something underneath his suit began beeping. He then grabbed two of Prime’s head tubes. “No you won’t,” he said. “In fifty seconds, my exo-suit’s power cell will overload and kill us both. If you are real, the charge will pass from me into you and destroy us both. If you are only within my head...then you will die when I do.”
Prime released him. After several more seconds of staring each other down, Hordak twisted the control underneath his spacesuit. The beeping stopped.
“It seems we are at an impasse,” Prime said.
“It seems we are,” Hordak said.
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There are some of my She-ra headcannons
-Double Trouble are the best giving gifts
-Every time that the princess aliance stay up all night playing games the teams are Adora, Mermista and Bow , Catra, Glimmer and Double Trouble and Scorpia, Frosta and Sea Hawk.Perfuma, Entrapta and King Micah keep cheering up the teams.
-Catra loves king Micah, like she loves to talk and drink tea with him for hours.
-Adora really enjoy going to George and Lance’s house and Catra loves to see Adora that excited.
-Sea Hawk enjoy making angry Lonnie
-Glimmer likes Glee and everybody makes fun of that
-Catra is chill with all the princesses except with Frosta, Frosta really intimidates Catra.
-Frosta loves chess and anime.
-Glimmer hates math so bad
-Double Trouble burn boats with Sea Hawk when they’re bored
-Entrapta loves to go to Salinia
-Bow sing in the shower
-Bow like to make playlists for everybody especially when somebody is feeling low.
-Adora is a Sherlock fan, and no just the show she keep reading the books and crying over Johnlock.
-Bow is swiftie and hhis favorite album is Speak Now
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