Chapter 7: The Final Bow
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Star awoke with a start. Had the vines just tried to kill her? She didn’t know where THAT fit into “succumbing,” but it seemed inappropriate at the very least. This was her last chance. And if she knew anything about dramatic irony, the dice would be where the book was kept: Dad’s bedside table. This time, she had a plan, and she had to execute it perfectly.
She raced to the top of the steps, screaming out to her father, “DAD! Doe’s upset and she NEEDS YOU!” Ha. Easy enough. Her father dashed out the door, barely missing Star as she slipped back into her room. Once he was in Doe’s room, Star made a dash for his room, the door left wide open.
Penn spotted her flight, however, and leaped into action, grabbing Star’s front hoof and dragging her down. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, Star, but you are NOT getting into our room to do Hestia-knows-what,” she seethed. The filly had ENOUGH of her mother’s malice and vice for a millennium. Star was done with her accusations, done with her micromanagement, done with HER. The pegasus whipped around and sunk her teeth into her mother’s front leg. She hollered in agony, releasing her grip on Star’s leg, and she ran for the door. Just then, Doe’s weeping echoed through the house, vines tangling and weaving through the house’s walls. As Star grabbed for the drawer’s handle, the vines yanked her backwards once again. She was right; the dice was in his bedside table!
The vines tugged and heaved, but Star’s grip on the table’s drawer brought the whole table crashing down, both the book and dice tumbling forward.
Without hesitation, her hoof came crashing down, shattering the dice that once trapped her there. Static filled her ears as the illusion around her collapsed, bringing her to the darkness once again.
Everything was numb. The blanket of gravity was settled upon Star’s back once again, keeping her grounded. When she was finally able to open her eyes, she saw... the Portal Realm! In all of its non-static-y glory. Star shot upwards, immediately heading back towards her dimension. She had a call to make.
The second Star got past security clearance and left the castle, she pulled out her phone. It was odd... the time on her phone read 12:04 pm. It felt like she had been gone for days, but... what WASN’T odd about that experience? Speaking of her experience...
“Starbie, hi! Howzit?” A stylist friend of hers answered the phone. He was always happy to help her out, especially since he knew about her particular situation including a fussy talent agent.
“Hey, Dare. My offer for a half-off cut and style still available?”
“You know it, babes,” he chimed. “What does Big Miss Manager want done this time? Something more femme, maybe longer, mmh?”
Star gave an earnest chuckle. “Gwen can suck it. We’re going short. I’ll be there in five.”
Event held by @theblindfoldedprince.