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She turned from the stars and wrapped her arms around Catra.

The Fright Zone trembled. Horde soldiers scattered. Even Shadow Weaver recoiled, her magic dissolving against the princess’s radiance like frost on a forge. For one perfect, terrible second, Adora— She-Ra —saw everything: the slaves in the mines, the poisoned rivers, the children in barracks learning to kill. And she wept. She-Ra- Princess of Power

“Please.”

“Not like this.” Adora pulled the blade from her pack. In the dim red light of the Fright Zone, it should have looked dull. Instead, it glowed faintly, pulsing like a second heart. Catra’s ears flattened. She turned from the stars and wrapped her arms around Catra

“You’re her,” Glimmer said. “The one from the old stories. She-Ra, Princess of Power.” the poisoned rivers