Glimmer, Adora, Bow, and
the other princesses did not notice two other princesses standing together
holding hands at the Princess Prom. The first lady had white skin and hair
colored blue and green. Her dress was soft and feathery, starting with a green
color at the top and moving down to a deep blue at the hem. A neat array of
peacock feathers adorned the back of her dress, framing her head, though the
feathers were neither too large nor too small. A set of dark blue high heels
fit on her feet, slightly uncomfortable as they were. The woman closed her eyes
for a brief moment, then gasped.
She turned to her
partner. “I think there may be something dangerous happening in the future. I
spotted an unfamiliar metal ship outside of Castle Chill. It didn’t look like
anything the Rebellion would use.
“I’m sure we will be fine,
Peekablue,” her partner reassured. “Let’s go dance and enjoy ourselves.”
Sweet Bee was an African
American woman with black hair tied in an elegant thick bun. Her dress was a
velvet black with small yellow honey-comb designs along the front. A yellow pin
with a bee image on top, kept her bun in place. Her gold ringlets around her
wrists also had a distinctive etchings shaped like honeycombs. Finally, dainty hive-shaped
gold earrings hung from her ears.
The two women walked down
the cold steps, holding hands. Though the two companions hadn’t interacted with
the other princesses thus far, they still did their part to support the
Rebellion. On occasion, the people of Bright Moon would come to Peekablue and
ask her of events happening far off. She would explain a Horde village attack
here, an impoverished village there, among other situations, allowing the
Rebellion to take corrective action.
Sweet Bee, on the other
hand, was still getting used to her new life on Etheria. A while ago, she and
her bee people had evacuated their planet just before their sun went supernova.
Sweet Bee had been sent off to scout space for a suitable world to call home.
She so happened to have found Etheria to be a suitable place and told her
people. However, Hordak had initially decided to use her people as mindless
slaves for his army. With Sweet Bee and her people being peaceful, this led to
them almost being captured. Thankfully, Glimmer, Bow, Mermista, and Perfuma
were there to help them. (This had happened before Adora became a Rebel).
“Ooh show me your warrior
form again!” Peekablue said.
“Why would I do that?”
Sweet Bee asked. “I don’t want people to see it.”
“Because you look cute,
no matter what form you take. They don’t call you Sweet Bee for nothing.”
Sweet Bee blushed. “You
may be able to see far into the distance, but can you see what will happen
next?”
Sweet Bee landed a small
kiss on Peekablue’s white cheek, this time causing her cheeks to turn pink.
“Did not see that coming,”
she admitted with a grin.
Sweet Bee looked around
the room and spotted a less crowded area. She took Peekablue’s hand and steered
her toward the quieter spot.
After looking around,
Sweet Bee whispered, “Are you ready?”
Peekablue nodded.
Sweet Bee’s features
morphed into a human-insect creature. Her brown eyes grew in size and turned
black. Bee wings sprouted from her back and slender bug limbs appeared; one
alongside each of her arms. Two antennae appeared on the top of her head,
enhancing her senses. In her hands, she conjured a glowing ball shaped like a
hive. In her other hand, a bottle of healing ambrosia appeared.
Several wondering guests
nearby gave her looks of disgust and fear. Peekablue, however, stared lovingly
at the creature before her.
“You look as ready for
battle as ever,” she said.
“You know I don’t like to
fight very much,” Sweet Bee replied with a buzzing tone to her voice. “I only
came here to show my support to the other princesses. After the event I have to
get back to my people to help them with meetings.”
“Take all the time you
need,” said Peekablue. Peekablue reached for the bottle of ambrosia, but Sweet
Bee held it away from her.
“I know it gives you
energy and heals you, but it’s only to be used for emergencies. Our concoctions
are generally only shared among my kind.”
“I understand,” said
Peekablue, withdrawing her hand.
In a flash of orange
light, Sweet Bee turned back into her regular self.
Peekablue and Sweet Bee
wondered off to the dance floor as music began to play. Not too far away,
Peekablue noticed Mermista talking amiably to the Star Sisters. The sisters
were Jewelstar, Starla, and Tallstar, each with their own sets of powers.
“So you’re not friends with
them, huh?” asked Peekablue.
“No,” said Sweet Bee. “Mermista
is alright, but I’ve often thought of the Star Sisters as vain and selfish.”
“I don’t think they’re
that bad,” mentioned Peekablue. “Jewelstar can conjure protective armor around
herself, similar to Frosta. Tallstar can stretch herself to be taller. And
Starla can project spells of light like Glimmer and sense danger, kind of like
me.”
Sweet Bee leaned in
closer. “No one can sense danger like you can.”
Peekablue playfully
shoved her. “Let’s save the flirting for later, shall we? Let’s just make a
good impression and enjoy the night.”
The two women danced away, staring lovingly
into each other’s eyes. They didn’t notice Adora following Catra around or the
fact that Glimmer was trying to keep an eye on the elusive Scorpia.
It was only when the gem
bombs went off that the two women became concerned.
“I knew there was
something strange going on!” said Peekablue, her fears confirmed.
“What are we waiting for?
Let’s get out of here!” called Sweet Bee. Together, they ran outside the castle
with the other partygoers, escaping the fight between the prominent Horde
members and the Rebellion.
An eerie silence soon
followed.
Peekablue and Sweet Bee
huddled together on a snowy hill not too far from the ice palace.
“They…they captured the
Rebellion members,” gasped Peekablue. Her body glowed as she witnessed the
event from afar. “It looks like they disguised their own members as Frosta’s
guards. Bow and Glimmer have been taken!”
“What can we do now?”
asked Sweet Bee.
“I suppose we can only hope
that Adora has a plan to help save them.”
“Why can’t we go and
help?” Sweet Bee asked, hand son her hips.
“Because,” said Peekablue
looking straight ahead, “I sense that we won’t be in the rest of Season 1.”
Sweet Bee stared in
silence.
“Or…in Season 2 for that
matter. Come on, please let us be in Season 3.”
“What in Etheria’s name
are you talking about?” Sweet Bee demanded. “Who are you talking to?”
“It’s no big deal,” she
said, brushing the issue aside.
“You know, sometimes your
power to see into the universe has got you talking to imaginary aliens.”
“It’s what I do. Besides,
I think we’ve got just as good of a chance to shine as our versions from a much
older timeline.”
Sweet Bee slapped her in
the face. “Snap out of it! Let’s go inside somewhere and warm up. The cold may
be getting to you.”
“Couldn’t agree more,”
said Peekablue, rubbing her cheek. “When we get inside, I’m having the largest
cup of hot cocoa there is.”
“I’m sharing it with you,
then,” said Sweet Bee.
“That’s one way to warm
ourselves up. Though, I’m thinking of another special way to do so. At my
place.” Peekablue winked.
“In your room?”
“Where else?”
Both of them laughed and
made their way through the icy land.
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