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The Fall of the Great Rebellion
Written by The Slime Wizard
Chapter 9: "On Wings With No Prayers"

Previously: Having eliminated She-Ra and He-Man, Hordak decided it was time to round up the remaining Rebels. He instigated a “heroine hunt”, and in short order his forces captured and enslaved Mermista, Netossa, and Spinnerella. Attempting to save Spinnerella, Queen Angella and Flutterina were knocked from the sky by her powerful vortexes. Meanwhile, the Sorceress journeyed to the Kingdom of Snows to enlist Frosta’s aid to pull off her last ditch plan to save everyone.

***

Consciousness came slowly for Flutterina. She had a massive headache and her entire body hurt. The last thing she’d remembered was a massive vortex of air, conjured by an enslaved Spinnerella, knocking her and Angella from the skies.

“ANGELLA!” The urgent need to find the queen and rebel leader was immediately overwhelming, but as Flutterina tried to move to go find her, she felt sudden agony in her wings. Finally looking around, she saw why. She wasn’t lying down, but standing against a stone wall. And her wings were in agony because they’d been pinned in place with swords!

“I would worry about yourself first, my dear,” said an all too familiar voice as its owner stepped into view. The mechanical being before her had spindly limbs attached to a torso that was completely comprised of a massive face.

“DYAL-A-MUG!”

“The one and only,” he said with a mocking bow. “I must admit, I didn’t quite believe my good fortune when you landed in front of me while I and my compatriots were Rebel Hunting. But seeing is believing.”

Flutterina instinctively tried to shrink, but was struck by blinding agony, her wings’ immobility preventing her from doing so without tearing them to shreds.

“Yes, please don’t do that. Hordak would be most unhappy if I brought in my prize crippled.”

Desperate to be free, Flutterina reached out for the sword on her left, but it was agonizingly JUST out of reach! And with the damage to her wings, it would be some time before she could even fly again regardless. She was completely, utterly trapped! Terrified by her predicament, she looked at Dyal-A-Mug with dread.

“W-What are you going to do to me?!”

The robot snorted. “I think you already know,” he responded. “After all, you’ve seen what’s become of your fallen friends, yes?”

“Oh god…” Her blood ran cold. She’d never been the bravest, or the toughest, or the strongest of the Great Rebellion. Her only true abilities were shrinking and flight, which was why she’d always been a scout. She hated violence and fighting in all their forms. Gathering information for her friends was all she could do to help free Etheria.

That lack of offensive ability was about to doom her, and she knew it. After all, far stronger members of their movement had already fallen, so what chance did she have?

From behind the surrounding buildings, several Horde Troopers marched into view, each carrying a strange blaster, which was attached by hoses to canisters mounted to their backs. She suspected she knew what was in them. The thought of being transformed into a robotically behaving living sex toy terrified her to the core of her being.

“NONONO… Please… Please don’t!”

Dyal-A-Mug sighed. “Disappointing. I was hoping to find a much braver Rebel. Breaking their spirit would have been delightful fun. There’s no challenge in breaking someone already almost broken.”

As he said this, two of the Troopers fired upon her with their Slime Cannons. Ooze jetted out, and she instinctively raised her arms to shield her face. The slime spattered onto her arms and torso, and before her horrified eyes, she saw her clothes beginning to fall apart where the slime touched it. As the brief barrage ended, her dress fell away in tatters, revealing her nude body to the villainous machines surrounding her. Her arms fell to her sides, having been completely covered by the slime. It absorbed into her skin, turning her arms green. To her dismay, she couldn’t lift them any longer.

She flushed with embarrassment at shame, both from being exposed and her own sense of cowardice. She was fine and brave when people thought she was just another butterfly. But at full size and faced with impending doom? The captured scout’s courage was completely obliterated in a moment. Tears filled her eyes at her impending, inevitable fate.

“A good start,” said Dyal-A-Mug. “Continue. The legs, I think.” As he said this, the Troopers fired again, striking her groin and legs with jets of slime! Immediately she felt an orgasm building as the slime’s secondary effect began taking hold. She strained to hold it off, but it was futile. Before her captors, she suddenly climaxed, gasping as her juiced flowed down legs that were, even now, turning as green as her arms. As she looked at herself, she realized that only her wings, upper torso, and head remained unslimed. That wouldn’t hold for long.

“Now the wings.” At the villain’s command, the jets let loose again. She watched as her birthright, her colorful wings, were splashed with slime. In no time at all their colors were replaced by the same shade as the Horde Slime. The new application of slime made her cum again. Gasping, she almost didn’t notice as the swords were forced out of her wings by the ooze, which then immediately healed their wounds. Her precious wings were whole again, but she’d never fly freely.

Flutterina, weeping, fell to her hands and knees. “Please… No more… I can’t… I can’t bear the thought of becoming like the others! Please! Please let me go!” She’d been totally broken by her terror. “I swear I’ll never oppose the Horde again! Just please… Please don’t use anymore slime!”

Dyal-A-Mug seemed to consider it for a moment as he regarded the pathetic wretch before him. He knelt down and pulled her to her feet.

“Relax, my dear. I understand completely. You’ve learned your lesson and will be an obedient girl going forward.”

Sniffling, she nodded weakly. “I’ll never do it again! I won’t try to fight back anymore!”

“Oh, I know you won’t,” said the robot.

A second later, the jets of slime struck her torso, staggering Flutterina and increasing her terror a thousand-fold. Her breasts swayed wildly as she bucked from the latest assault of slime and she cried out as several powerful climaxes were ripped from her. As the jets died down, Flutterina dropped back to her knees. As the villain watched, the slime absorbed into her torso, turning it as green as the rest of her body.

She looked at him, her face contorted with fear, her eyes streaming tears. “Please… Please no… Oh god no…”

Dyal-A-Mug took a large bucket from a Trooper.

“I’m sorry my dear, but orders are orders. And as much as I’d LOVE letting you go… I think I’ll love watching Hordak rape you until your mind snaps MORE.” And with that, he dumped the contents of the bucket onto her head. The slime immediately completely fouled her hair and engulfed her cranium and face, completing the sliming of the winged woman. She cried out as a monster orgasm was ripped from her. Her pussy erupted with her juices, which sprayed onto her thighs and the ground.

Slowly, Flutterina stood up. The slime quickly took hold, revealing her now green face and red eyes. Showing fear no more, she stood at attention and raised her arms before her like a zombie.

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!” Dyal-A-Mug was quite pleased. One more rebel down, even if it WAS, ultimately, a cowardly one. As she lowered her arms, he looked her over, making certain no spot was missed. He momentarily lamented that he was a machine with no need or desire for female companionship. If he was, she would have been an excellent choice. Her fear of him would have made her extremely malleable. But it was a moot point.

Flutterina, the last of Angella’s remaining core Rebels, was now a Slime Slave.

“Slave, report to Hordak at the Fright Zone immediately. You will await his instructions there.”

“As you command.” The newly enslaved Flutterina took to the skies, on her way to serve her new master. Inside her mind, Flutterina screamed. It would be a very long time before she stopped.

***

Angella staggered through the forest, favoring her right leg. She’d lost track of Flutterina when they’d been separated by poor Spinnerella’s cyclone. She prayed her scout was alright. Angella knew she wasn’t really built for combat, in any sense of the word. If it came down to it, Angella hoped Flutterina would simply fly away and never look back. It would be better than the fate that had befallen so many of the others.

She still didn’t know if Sea Hawk had managed to contact Mermista, and she had no way to reach Netossa or Madame Razz. Meanwhile, Frosta was still stuck protecting her kingdom, so she wasn’t coming. She had to assume she was on her own for the time being.

How had it come to this? Hordak had never had such success before against them, but this time, one by one, he’d picked off the membership of the Great Rebellion. As far as she knew, she was the last woman standing. As the leader, the responsibility for each member’s fall was on her head. If she hadn’t spread the membership in so many directions at once… If she’d just waited for them to return before sending out the Star Sisters…

She shook her head. There was no point in recriminations now. All that mattered for the moment was eluding the hunting parties Hordak was sending out, finding any of the others who were left free, and escaping so they could fight another day.

Limping, she saw a clearing just ahead. And beyond that, several buildings. A village. Using the trees for support, she made her way to the edge of the forest. She didn’t recognize this one specifically, and it was understandable why. It was incredibly small, fewer than ten buildings. Perhaps it had been made by a group of refugees. In any case, it was clearly abandoned. The buildings were in disrepair, there was no sign of life to be seen, and cobwebs and dust covered everything.

Staggering forward, Angella made it to the town well and looked inside. There was still water in it, if perhaps a bit tepid after staying idle for so long. She pulled up the bucket and drank the stale, slightly dirty water. Choking but at least no longer thirsty, she slumped against the well for a moment, exhausted from her injury and the weight of her failures.

With no one present to see it, she allowed herself to sob. If there was any hope to save Etheria from the Horde still, she could not see it. Her friends were gone. Her niece was gone. Her kingdom was conquered, and Glimmer… Oh, poor Glimmer…

“ANGELLA! Oh, thank goodness we found you!” She looked up to see Madame Razz flying in on Broom. As they landed, they rushed over to check on the injured queen. “Oh dearie me, you’re hurt!”

“It’s nothing,” she said with a wince. “Have you seen any of the others?”

“Not a one,” admitted Broom. “And believe me, we’ve been looking.”

“The Horde Troopers are everywhere! We can’t stay here.” Madame Razz took hold of Angella’s arm and helped pull her to her feet. Angella staggered, but managed to maintain her balance. “Once we’ve gotten somewhere safe, I’ll whip up a healing spell and you’ll be right as rain in no time!”

“Or turned into a frog…” muttered Broom. It was a testament to the dire nature of the situation that Madame Razz let that pass without comment.

Angella nodded, but she wasn’t sure there was much point. The Rebellion, as far as she could see, had been crushed. Was there even any point in fighting any longer?

“Razz, do you really see any point in continuing?”

Madame Razz looked at her with sadness. “What do you mean?”

“We’ve lost… everything. And for what? All the sacrifices we’ve made, and Hordak’s stronger than ever while we’re hanging on by a thread. Sometimes… Especially now… I wonder if all of you were better off when I was still Hunga’s prisoner. If someone else had been here to lead, like Adora…”

“Don’t say that! Your return energized everyone on Etheria! You helped give them hope!”

“And now, I think hope is gone.” Angella looked down. The constant losses had all but broken her spirit. “He’s won, Razz. We shouldn’t fool ourselves.”

Madame Razz, infuriated by Angella’s words, did something she never thought she’d be capable of doing. She slapped her friend and stared her in the eyes.

“DON’T YOU DARE GIVE UP!” The witch shouted at the top of her lungs. “The people of Etheria need you to be strong! Yes, Hordak’s gotten most of our friends, but there’s still millions of Etherians that are just waiting to rally around you and rise up! You need to stand strong and inspire them! You need to show them that it’s NEVER too late to stand up and fight for what’s right! You need to-“

There was a sudden THUCK and Madame Razz gasped. She started coughing, and blood bubbled from her mouth. She and Angella looked down to see a thorny vine protruding from her chest.

“MADAME RAZZ!” Angella and Broom grabbed her, horrified, as the vine retracted itself through the hole it had made in her back. As they laid her down on the ground, they turned to see several Slime Slaves emerging from the forest. Evil Lyn, Starla, and the source of the vine, Perfuma, stepped forward. And before all of them were her precious lost family members, Double Trouble and Glimmer.

“Rebekkah… Glimmer…” Her eyes teared, but she couldn’t allow herself a moment to look at them. Instead, she looked down at Madame Razz as her lifeblood leaked out onto the dirt road beneath her. Madame Razz reached up and put her hand on Angella’s cheek.

“D-don’t… give up. There’s ALWAYS hope… There HAS to be.” She gasped. “Oh… dearie my….” Her hand dropped to the ground and she closed her eyes.

Angella, horrified, stepped back. Broom trembled with uncharacteristic rage.

Madame Razz was dead.

“You will surrender,” said Evil Lyn.

“You will submit,” added Perfuma.

“Your battle is over,” said Double Trouble.

“You have lost,” finished Glimmer.

“You… YOU… HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HER?!” Broom turned towards the Slime Slaves and suddenly flew right at them, determined to avenge Madame Razz.

“You are unnecessary,” responded Starla, pointing one finger at the charging Broom. Her solar ray shot out and Broom stopped as it shattered him into flaming shrapnel. He didn’t even have a chance to react. In the blink of an eye, he’d joined his best friend in oblivion.

Angella’s eyes went wide. “NO!” She thrust her hands out, unleashing the magic that was her birthright. Her mystic energy lanced out, knocking the Slime Slaves back. She poured it on. “I don’t know if it’s possible, but I won’t let Hordak use you as weapons of murder any longer! If I have to, I’ll BURN that slime off you, no matter how long it takes!”

The five Slaves tried to shield themselves, but the sheer power and fury of Angella’s attack was overwhelming them. They could do nothing against it. The slime on them began to bubble and crack. For a moment, it looked like Angella might actually have a chance to cure them of the slime’s spell.

If that was the case, however, that chance was lost as she was suddenly struck from behind by a torrent of slime. Knocked off balance by the jet of slime, she fell to the ground, landing on her chest. She turned, saw the slime starting to absorb into her wings, and looked further back to see MultiBot armed with twin Slime Cannons.

“Target acquired. Subject: Angella. Operation: Enslavement commencing.” She tried to get up, but the robot fired again, the slime inundating her body. In seconds, her entire backside was covered completely in slime. She chose to ignore the ooze eating away at her clothes as she continued to try and get up. She did her best to ignore the sudden rise in her libido, even as her vagina began to moisten. All that mattered at that moment was fighting to the bitter end. She managed to get into a kneeling position, but, her will beginning to be devoured by the slime, she found it difficult to finish standing.

“Let us help you, Mom,” said Glimmer as she and Double Trouble each took her by one arm, getting her to her feet.

“G-Glimmer? Is it really you? Have you come back to me?”

Glimmer looked her mother in the eyes for a moment, and then she and Double Trouble pivoted, turning Angella around to face MultiBot. Holding her arms, Angella had her answer. They were merely making her an easier target!

Angella looked at Glimmer with profound sadness. “No matter what… I still love you.”

MultiBot fired his cannons again, and Angella’s body took both barrels. It struck her chest and legs, coating them completely. Her clothes dissolved, Angella’s breasts swayed in the open air, covered in the ooze. Her arms followed. No longer able to fight it, a monster orgasm rocked her body.

“UUUUNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” As her climax finished, the slime struck her head, enveloping it in the slime, and ending, once and for all, any hope she had of saving her family, her world, or even herself. With her niece and daughter still restraining her, the slime wormed its way into every cell of her body. In seconds, the conversion was complete. Excess dripping away, Angella stood there as they released her arms. She opened her now blood red eyes, swung her arms forward in front of her, and joined her precious daughter in sharing her fate.

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!”

“Operation: Enslavement complete.” MultiBot and the Slime Slaves gathered around Angella, whose naked green body was even now being healed by the magic of the Slime of En’Slav.

Queen Angella, Queen of Brightmoon, Supreme Leader of the Great Rebellion, and mother of Glimmer, was now just the latest of Hordak’s Slime Slaves.

Trapped in her mind, her will devoured, Angella mourned and wondered how things could possibly get any worse. She despaired for all of Etheria.

She didn’t know that, indeed, the worst was yet to come.

***

In the Crystal Castle, Light hope felt Angella fall. Now, nearly all who had opposed Hordak had succumbed. The spirit lamented that there was little it could do without She-Ra, but, alas, Adora was now just another of Hordak’s slaves. It seemed hopeless.

A pounding sound came from the castle gate. The entity turned it’s attention towards it just in time to see the mind controlled She-Ra shatter the doorway into the Castle. As she entered, Shadow Weaver followed, holding the Sword of Protection.

“Shadow Weaver, you are not welcome here.”

The Horde witch looked up at the collection of brilliant lights that made up Light Hope.

“I care not. I go where I please. And I take what I want.”

“And what is it you want here? You know my power can only be used in the name of good.”

“True, which is why you can’t be allowed to remain on Etheria!” She held up the Sword of Protection. “It took some doing, but I’ve made a few… alterations to She-Ra’s blade.” Shadow Weaver handed the weapon back to it’s proper owner, who held it up. Light Hope felt a sudden surge of optimism. With the sword in She-Ra’s hands, there was the slimmest chance of salvation!

“Adora,” said Light Hope, “This may be your only opportunity to free yourself from Hordak’s control. Us the sword, call down its power, and cure yourself! You must try!”

Inside her mind, Adora was looking at Light Hope and Shadow Weaver, and felt her weapon, at long last, back in her hands. As Light Hope said, all she needed to do was say the magic words. If only she could work up enough will just to say them.

“For…” She strained, scraping for any bits of will left to her. “For the… For the…”

She-Ra looked up at Light Hope as she thrust her Sword of Protection into the air. “FOR THE GLORY OF HORDAK!” Her sword turned red as it flared with dark magic. In her mind, Adora screamed, once more defeated. The gemstone in her sword turned pitch black and shadowy energy flowed from it and into Light Hope, who screamed.

“NO! ADORA! YOU MUST TRY AGAIN! ADORA!” The darkness began consuming Light Hope’s energy. “YOU MUST FIGHT BACK!” Light Hope began fading, becoming fainter by the second. “You must… be free…” Light Hope’s voice faded along with it’s light. As it died out completely, the shadows flowed back into the defiled Sword of Protection. Slave She-Ra handed the weapon back to Shadow Weaver, who held it up and looked into the gemstone, which now contained all of Light Hope’s powers. In time, the darkness within would corrupt the entity, allowing her to siphon its power and become the strongest mystic in the entire universe.

“You’ve done well, Slave,” she said.

“Yes, Shadow Weaver,” said She-Ra, betraying no emotion even as the woman trapped inside screamed in rage and emotional agony.

Shadow Weaver looked around the Crystal Castle. “A bit gaudy, but there’s millennia worth of mystic secrets in these. I think I’m going to enjoy living here.”

***

The enslaved Angella stood before Hordak in his throneroom. He was enjoying the sight of her to no end. All her defiance, eliminated at last. He willed her back the ability to speak freely.

“A new look, Angella?”

She glared at him. She couldn’t move her body, but she found that now she could move her head. “You MONSTER! You may have me, but the rest of the Great Rebellion will never stop fighting! You can’t win! You can’t crush an ideal!”

“Of COURSE I CAN!” he said with gusto. “With you out of the way, who’s left to stop me? She-Ra? He-Man? They’re both already my slaves!”

“There are others still out there. You’ll never get them all.”

“You mean like Flutterina?” As he said the name, Flutterina entered the chamber, guided by Mantenna. Angella felt sick.

“Or perhaps Mermista?” From the other side of the chamber, the enslaved mermaid entered, with Leech escorting her.

“No…”

“OH! I bet you’re thinking of Netossa! Yeah, she’s a tough one all right.” A whirlwind picked up as Spinnerella lowered to the ground alongside Grizzlor and Mosquitor. And to Angella’s horror, Netossa was with them, as green and naked and enslaved as all the rest. “She put up quite a fight. It took She-Ra to finally capture her! You would have been SO proud.”

This was far worse than she’d ever imagined. Everyone… EVERYONE had been captured or killed. She didn’t ask about Sea Hawk. His fate was obvious from Mermista’s presence. The same with General Sundar; if Netossa was here… The only one unaccounted for was Frosta, still valiantly shielding the Kingdom of Snows. Angella prayed she continued, for surely all hope was now lost. The Great Rebellion had been all but annihilated, reduced to sex slaves for the tyrant that had conquered the planet.

“And now that we’ve established that, yes, I absolutely CAN crush an ideal, it’s time for a little FUN.”

“What do you mean?!”

Angella was forced to watch as Flutterina got down on all fours right before Hordak. Her stomach turned as the tyrant slowly revealed his vile member and sank it into the vagina of the enslaved girl. Her breasts swayed back and forth as Hordak pounded away at her slit. The only sounds Flutterina could make were feminine grunts as Hordak raped her doggy style.

“STOP IT HORDAK! You’ve already enslaved her! You have no reason to do this!”

“But I do I have a reason! A sex slave should be USED!” And as he said this, he released his seed into the climaxing Flutterina. She shuddered for a moment as she continued to orgasm, then rolled onto her back as Hordak motioned for the next slave to come forward.

Spinnerella answered the call, lying down on the floor and spreading her legs. Hordak got onto the floor with her and plunged his penis into her cunt, quickly establishing a steady rhythm as he pumped in and out of her body. The former messenger could only take the rape in silence, unable to resist in the slightest. After several minutes, he came inside her and pulled out. She didn’t move from the spot, but simply laid there next to Flutterina.

Mermista was next as Hordak got to his throne. As he sat down, she straddled him. As with the others, his cock stuffed her snatch. He kissed her full tongue and mashed her breasts as he humped her with relish. Angella couldn’t even look away from the abominable sight. Before her eyes, Hordak quickly brought the mermaid to climax. As her pussy spasmed around his cock, he released even more of his seed, filling her as he had the others. She got up and laid down on her back next to the others.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” shouted Angella as Netossa approached her new master. “You’ve made your point! You’ve beaten us! You don’t have to degrade them as well!”

“Oh, but I absolutely WANT to,” said Hordak mockingly. Netossa sat on his lap, and he wasted no time splitting her vaginal lips wide with his cock. She was bouncing up and down it in seconds, looking nothing like the proud warrior Angella knew her to be. Grinding like a slut, Netossa was able to make Hordak cum in only a few minutes. Her snatch filled, she joined the others on the floor.

“Well now, that just leaves YOU now, doesn’t it?” Hordak leered at Angella.

“You filthy pig! Let them go! You’ve had your fun and you’ve made your point!”

“Oh, my fun’s just begun. My little heroine harem is almost complete. Once I have Frosta, I’ll have ALL of you. And I will make sure the rest of your lives are filled with endless rapes, servitude, and degradation until all of you go completely, utterly insane.”

Hordak glanced at his men. “All of you have done excellent work. As a reward… Feel free to PLAY.”

Angella watched in abject horror as the Hordesmen each picked one of the enslaved women on the ground. In seconds, an impromptu orgy broke out. Grizzlor picked up Netossa and impaled her on his massive member. Under the control of the slime, she returned his affections and began fucking him back. Leech, meanwhile, was pounding away at the snatch of Mermista, filling her almost beyond what any woman could be expected to take in. Mosquitor jammed his probiscis into Spinnerella’s vagina, putting it in as far as it would go. It began vibrating, bringing her to orgasm almost instantly. Finally, Mantenna was taking his time with Flutterina, enjoying every single thrust into her body as if it was a fine wine.

Angella watched this display enraged and disgusted. Her friends were being used like common whores!

“And now for YOUR turn,” said Hordak. Angella found herself kneeling down before Hordak. She couldn’t prevent him from shoving his cock into her mouth and forcing her to suck. Her lips and tongue ran up and down his foul penis, coated in the juices of her friends. The taste made her want to gag, but that was nothing compared to his cum, which erupted into her mouth. Pulling back, he sprayed her face with his seed.

“You’ve never looked BETTER!” He made her lie on her back and made his way between her legs. With his hands on her shoulders, he thrust inside the pussy of his longstanding enemy. She would have gone cross-eyed from the sensation of him inside her if she still had pupils. Instead, her body began fucking him right back in spite of her desires.

Hordak’sthroneroom was filled with the sounds of feminine grunts and climaxes. After almost ten minutes, Angella’s body betrayed her as she orgasmed, Hordak’s seed filling her belly. She gasped, praying that was the end of the ordeal. Instead, the fucking continued. And it would continue throughout the night.

***

Come the dawn, the new Slime Slaves were hosed off and then given their assignments. Netossa and Spinnerella would be put to work hunting down any remaining dissidents alongside the Slime Sisters and She-Ra. Mermista would be used to control all the monsters in the depths of the seas. With them, Hordak would dominate the oceans and cut off an avenue of escape for any straggling rebels. Meanwhile, Flutterina had shrunk down to doll size and been given to Imp as a plaything. He seemed to enjoy pulling at her wings, and Hordak had to remind him to not maim her. Not TOO much anyway.

Finally, Angella was to be used as a figurehead. With a glamour cast upon her, she would appear as she once had, and do all she could to convince Rebels to lay down their arms and surrender. Not that it would save them.

When they weren’t attending their duties, they would service Hordak or his men, whichever the tyrant preferred, alongside the rest of their friends. The first time, Angella found herself being fucked right next to both Double Trouble and Glimmer. As the first full day of rape began, all Angella could do was console herself with the knowledge that, at the very least, they’d been reunited.

***

In the Kingdom of Snows, Sorceress stood before Frosta, who sat at her throne. It had taken far too long to get an audience with the ice queen, though Sorceress wasn’t surprised. This was the last bastion of freedom on Etheria and keeping it that way was taking up most of the Queen’s time.

“You’ve come a long way, Sorceress. Why have you chosen to visit the Kingdom of Snows now, when we find ourselves under siege?” She was still maintaining a dome of absolute zero temperature around the city, keeping out Hordak’s forces.

“I’ve come because all the others who could have stopped Hordak’s rampage have fallen.” Frosta’s eyes widened. All her friends had been captured? ALL of them? “To answer your unspoken question,” she continued, “I am afraid so. From Glimmer to Angella, and Castaspella to She-Ra herself, they have all been transformed into his slaves. He-Man has succumbed as well… and my daughter…” She trailed off, and Frosta felt sudden empathy for the protector of Grayskull.

There was silence for a moment, and Frosta sighed, resigned. “Very well, tell me your plan. But I’ll warn you now, it had better be a good one. And I had BETTER like it.”

The Sorceress told her.

Frosta decidedly did NOT like it.

TO BE CONTINUED…