Eclipsa had known from the start that Globgor came with a history and a people, and she had tremendous respect for that. She had listened, bright-eyed, as he told her tales of rising up the ranks, fighting oppression, becoming the champion of monsters everywhere. When he spoke so passionately of equality and fair treatment for his kind, it made Eclipsaâs heart swell with empathy and admiration. It was Globgor who helped her realize the truth: the monsters of Mewni were her people too, as much as the Mewmans were.Â
She would not let him jeopardize everything he had fought for. Not for her sake.
Fighting the dizziness in her head, Eclipsa rolled her eyes about, surveying the tent. As her vision came into focus, she saw it: her wand, only feet away. She could reach it; she just needed the proper opening.Â
âThatâs all it takes to make the âCrusher of Skullsâ cave? Pathetic,â the soldier scoffed, spitting on Globgorâs sprawled form. He turned his attention toward Eclipsa. âIs this your woman, then? The broodmare of your disgusting monster spawn?â He grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her off the ground.Â
Eclipsa locked glares with the soldier and raised her chin, challenging him. He didnât seem to like that. He tightened his fist, nearly crushing her bones in an iron grip. âSheâs terribly ugly, even for a brute like you. I donât know what you see in her.âÂ
âDo you know what I see in you?â Eclipsa goaded. âI see a vile little man using cruelty to hide what he really is: a cowardly weakling who will be utterly forgotten when he dies. Except by the maggots who will feast on him.âÂ
The soldierâs eyes flashed with rage. He hurled her to the ground and kicked her in the side. Eclipsa grabbed a fistful of dirt to keep from crying out. âOh, Iâll teach you to fear Mewmans, you filthy tramp!â He took a step back to raise the whip at her.
It was her opening. As the flail arced downward, Eclipsa rolled out from under it. The whip struck her arm, leaving a gash that stung terribly. She hissed but didnât slow down. Eclipsa scrambled to the side of the tent and grabbed her wand. She held it with both hands in front of her body. The soldier laughed derisively, advancing on her again. âAre we going for a walk in the rain, little monster girl?â
The princess gripped her wand tighter, trying to focus her energy. A few sparks of magic fizzled and died as they left the tip. Not enoughâŚnot enough⌠She had reached her limit. She needed more power!Â
She heard her sweetheart struggling and groaning in agony. The sound flipped a switch somewhere inside her. CruelâŚunnecessaryâŚunforgivable⌠Her desperation changed into rage. Hatred. A thirst for justice. For revenge. A fount of Solaria-like strength opened up, coursing through Eclipsaâs body. It promised her the power she needed to vanquish her foes. That force â â its ability to corrupt and consume â â frightened Eclipsa. But what choice did she have? Globgor had risked everything for her. It was her turn now. She steeled her resolve, and then she let the power take her.
Eclipsaâs eyes and cheekmarks began to glow with a dazzling light. The air around her crackled as sparks of lightning shot from the tips of her fingers and hair. A cocoon of purple magic swirled around her, creating a small gravitational distortion with her at the center. The vortex at once protected her and replenished her power. But it was no longer the Mewman princess in control; she was merely a conduit for the pure magic coursing through and around her. Her lips formed the names of several spells, in quick succession.
their tormentor fell to the ground, his mind swallowed up by dark nightmares
his instrument of torture and the fabric prison were devoured by purple fireÂ
the ground crested and troughed like a wave, rolling a supply wagon right to the escapees
Another flick of her wand gently picked up Globgor and set him in the wagon, on top of blankets and bags of feed. Eclipsa leapt into the driverâs seat, grabbing the reigns. The horses were so frightened by all the pandemonium that they needed little encouragement to bolt into the forest. With one last spell, a magical rain descended on what remained of the camp, washing away every trace of Globgor and Eclipsaâs presence. Â
She could never have done so many high level spells, one after the other, on her own. Not without the power surge. Even that was wearing off now. As they rode farther and farther away, her eyelids got heavy and her head bobbed up and down. If she could only rest for just aâŚ
Eclipsa fell quickly asleep. The horses, spooked and directionless, began to pull the wagon off the road, right towards a rocky precipice.Â