Hello, my friends!
If you missed my previous episodes, in my imaginary Season Six of She-Ra, please check them out, and let me know what you think:
First, everyone on the final field of battle with Horde Prime comes together and begins to look toward the future as they start off on their various paths.
Frosta, and Perfuma go with Scorpia to help her reclaim her kingdom.
After an all-to-brief reunion with Glimmer, Micah decides to go with Castaspella to recover at Mystacor.
Entrapta must tearfully let Hordak go so that he can lead his brothers in their new life on Etheria. But Wrong Hordak (now Wink!) agrees to stay with Entrapta.
And Adora and Catra finally find some peace as they spend a night under the vast starry sky with Bow and Glimmer.
And then, in the next episode, Sea Hawk escorts Mermista on the way back to Salineas, while Adora and Catra, Bow, Glimmer, Swift Wind, and Melog travel together to Bright Moon.
Catra struggles to cope with life at Bright Moon and is tormented with the resurfacing of inner demons as strange voices seem to taunt her in the Whispering Woods.
Mermista and Sea Hawk face a terrible and mysterious storm at sea that defies even Mermista's powers. With the last of her strength, Mermista pushes the Dragon's Daughter V to safety, but in exhaustion, she cannot save herself.
And now, may I present the first part of Episode 55.
I hope you like it!
EPISODE 55: Sleeping Arrangements
Under the water, in a place of strange, quiet darkness, the sea seems at peace. Not a pleasant peace, but heavy and oppressive. One could become lost, subsumed in the infinite depths. Disappearing forever.
Mermista drifts in this murky world, falling lifeless.
Her energy is spent, and thoughts of home filter through her mind as oblivion approaches to claim her.
Suddenly, the waters are disturbed. Arms reach out to surround her waist. Seahawk pulls her close to his side, tucking her body under one arm. Tiny air bubbles squeeze from between her lips, and her eyes flutter slightly. With his other arm, Seahawk reaches to the slack of a rope, which is tied around his waist, and pulls it taught. So oriented, he looks upward and kicks powerfully to propel them toward the surface of the water.
After several moments, they emerge, and Seahawk gasps for breath.
With spray all around them, the waves are choppy. But the whirlpool is definitely dying down. Not far above, the Dragon’s Daughter V stands tall in relative calm.
Seahawk shifts his grip to keep Mermista face-up. He begins half-swimming, half-climbing with the rope as their life-line. Mermista revives enough to lend an effort, and together they struggle to reach the ship. Finally, they manage to drag each other over the side, where they collapse on the deck, coughing and spluttering sea water.
Seahawk cradles Mermista’s head on his thighs as he kneels beside her.
Seahawk: [weakly, breathless] Mer- . . . Mermista . . . my love, are you . . . all right?
Mermista manages to prop herself up on one elbow and bends her tail to become legs.
Mermista: Seahawk? [blinking up at him] Um, you know how the sea is like, my thing?
Seahawk just nods, smiling.
Mermista: Yeah. What just happened, that was . . . super weird . . . aaaaaand . . . kind of embarrassing. [she blushes, sitting up and turning away]
There is an awkward silence. Mermista turns back, gathering a thought, but then startles at Seahawk’s face, now only an inch from her own.
Mermista: So, I just wanna . . . uhhhhh [stopping short as she looks into Seahawk’s wide glistening eyes and sees his foolish grin]
She pulls back and raises an eyebrow, her eyes narrowed.
Mermista: [suspiciously] Whaaaaat?
Seahawk: [in an awed whisper, squeaking a little] You. Were. Magnificent!
Mermista: Ummm . . .
Seahawk turns from her, and slowly rises to his feet, taking the stance of a heroic captain of the waves.
Seahawk: [his voice gaining strength, a faraway look in his eyes] And it makes me feel like, mmmph!!!
Lightning-quick, Mermista slaps a hand over his mouth, causing him to flinch. She stands and holds a finger to his lips at arm-length.
Mermista: Whoah there, buccaneer. It’s my turn to say something.
Now, she grabs his chin and directs his attention to her. He responds with a vigorous and silent nod, effectively stunned by her imperiousness.
Mermista: [looking him fiercely in the eyes] Seahawk. Thanks. [her tone softening] For not trying to stop me. And for keeping the ship together . . . and not on fire. And for helping me. And [she frowns a little] for not singing about it.
Seahawk smiles. In a gesture of gallantry, he takes her hand from his chin and gracefully bows.
Seahawk: My lady. [and he kisses her hand]
Mermista: [smiling] That’ll do.
As Seahawk rises, they turn toward the stern of the ship together, standing side by side, still holding hands.
The rays of a setting sun play red and gold among the clouds, and the waters glitter with millions of sparkles. Where the whirlpool churned and tore the ocean just minutes before is now perfect calm.
Half a world away, Adora stands resolute upon the alabaster balcony of castle Bright Moon, looking toward the vast Whispering Woods. The wind blows tears from her eyes as she scans the vista. But there is no sign of the one for whom she wishes. The sun hangs low, its rays stretching out from over the horizon like desperately clawing hands clinging to the edge of a cliff. Adora grips the balcony railing with similar desperation. With a sudden tremor of painful emotion, she cries out.
Adora: Catra!!!
The hillside echoes back her call, splitting it into a myriad of beckoning pleas. Could any of them, she wonders, find their way to the ears of the one she loves? Slowly, Adora hangs her head and closes her eyes. A tear escapes and rolls down her cheek.
Adora: [quietly] Please come back. Come home.
Slowly, she turns and sadly enters her room.
[To be continued . . .]
