( imeeji ) memories

[hissterics]

when will i properly write things out?

never, maybe

Comments

☆ 09 - The Black Garnet

[hissterics]

The memory opens with Adora and Sabre laughing as they run through the Fright Zones, evidently racing. Sabre is clearly winning -- she swoops off the cables that line the ceiling, bounces on top of boxes, and generally just leaves Adora in the dust.



Adora: Catra! Wait up!

Sabre: What's it like being the world's slowest person?

Sabre laughs and keeps running as Adora redoubles her efforts to catch her, and the race leads them to an open door-- a door that's never open.



Adora, gasping: It's open! We're definitely not allowed in there.

The two exchange a glance -- grin -- and immediately run inside, giggling.

At the center of the room is an enormous, glowing runestone, as tall as the arching ceiling itself. The two stare in fascination, Sabre eventually approaching it to get a closer look, awed. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she reaches out to touch it, but receives a shock for her trouble.



Adora, suddenly nervous: Maybe we should get out of here.

And as she says it, as if on cue, Shadow Weaver floats into frame, groaning in some kind of distress. She staggers her way to the runestone, pressing her palm against it, and then moves over to the magic basin nearby. She removes her ever-present mask with a pained groan and the girls gasp from where they've hidden. They're definitely not supposed to be seeing this.

Of course, that's when Shadow Weaver spots them.



Shadow Weaver: Get out!

Both girls scream and take off running, no fun involved this time. But as they approach the door, Sabre suddenly finds herself frozen in place by Shadow Weaver's magic.

Shadow Weaver: Catra. You stay.

She uses the magic to puppet Sabre, making her stand up straight and turn to face her. By the time she's been turned around, Shadow Weaver has re-secured her mask.



Shadow Weaver: What do you think you're doing in here?

Sabre: We were just playing--

Shadow Weaver looms into her personal space, voice sharp and threatening.

Shadow Weaver: Insolent child. I've come to expect such disgraceful behavior from you, but I will not allow you to drag Adora down as well.

Adora interjects, panicked.

Adora: Shadow Weaver! It wasn't her fault, it was my idea too!

Shadow Weaver ignores the interjection entirely, her dark magic swirling ominously around Sabre.

Shadow Weaver: You have never been anything more than a nuisance to me! I've kept you around this long because Adora was fond of you, but if you ever do anything to jeopardize her future, I will dispose of you myself. Do you understand?

Sabre doesn't respond and simply cowers, still frozen in place. Adora runs in front of her, shielding her.

Adora: Please, stop!



The dark magic dissipates this time and Shadow Weaver moves away, Adora following and continuing her pleas. Sabre is still frozen and trembling in the background. Shadow Weaver addresses Adora this time, her tone completely changed -- to doting and concerned.

Shadow Weaver: Adora, you must do a better job of keeping her under control. Do not let something like this happen again.

She brushes a strand of Adora's hair back, as if affectionately, and the magical hold on Sabre is released as an afterthought. She collapses to her knees, gasping and choking.



The girls then exit the chamber in silence, Adora's arms protectively around Sabre's shoulders.