Wands and Wards: Prologue (Patreon)

From the balcony of the palace, the fire raging across the city wasn’t so bad… so long as he didn’t look up at the sky to see the giant flaming rainbow which constantly rained down burning raindrops… or look at the streets where a herd of rampaging warnicorns were currently running loose. Who was he kidding, things went so horribly out of control when his daughter finally got the Mewni Royal Magic Wand.

“It’s a disaster Moon!” he cried out as he threw his arms up in the air. Calling it a disaster actually downplayed just how much mayhem their daughter caused.

“It’s… yes, it’s a totally disaster River, but it’s tradition!” His wife cried out as she sat at the edge of their bed while she had her face buried in her hands.

“Hmmm, I say she actually reminds me of Crescenta. She even has the same flair with her spells.” Commented Moon's loyal adviser as he floated by the window and watched what was happening below.

“She has potential yes but… if this is going to be what’s going to happen every other week. I’m not sure the treasury can handle it, Glossaryck.” He replied as he massaged his forehead and paced around.

“Moon, I know it’s tradition but couldn’t you have at least delayed the handing over ceremony until we found someone to help Star become more… mature?” River asked before he winced as he heard an explosion from a distance.

“I tried River, but everyone’s busy! Omnitraxus Prime and Hekkapoo have been pulling double shifts trying to patch up the holes in reality, Rhombulus has been locking up an ever increasing number of maniacs, Lekmet has his own project and even the Oracle has her hands full and don’t get me started on my own workload!” Moon shouted as she stood up and paced around as well. River sucked in his breath as he remembered the ever increasing amounts of things to fix across the Multiverse. Even he couldn’t be around Star most of the time with the skulls he had to smash. There have been a concerning amount of megalomaniacs ever since the whales dropped by.

“We… we fucked up. We can’t just let her loose with the wand. Who knows what could happen!” He despaired, worrying himself sick at how Star might hurt herself with the wand. Yes, their daughter can throw spells like nobody's business but it’s not assured that she’ll be safe from her own spells.

“Let me think…” Moon replied as she reached up for her crown and pulled it off her head, slowly spinning it in her grasps while she paced.

“I'd be loath to suggest this but… we might need the help of St Olga’s.” He suggested but before he could talk further, he cut himself off as Moon stared back at him.

“No, that’s our last option.” Moon replied, putting her foot down on that matter as she gained a distant look in her eyes. “St. Olgas don't reform princesses, they break princesses. I’ve seen way too many of my friends go there to even consider throwing Star in with those beasts.” She added as she shivered at some distant memories he wasn’t privy to.

“What other choice do we have?” He then asked. They were running out of choices and with Star having the wand, the need to get her to grow up and mature as fast as possible was now on the table. They could no longer ignore the problem they accidentally created in the first place.

“You can call your brother.” Glossaryck  then suggested. He turned towards the enigmatic being for a second before he blinked as he realized that was also a suggestion but there was a tiny problem.

“We… we could call…” Moon replied with a slow nod but indecision was painted all over her face. She looked away from Glossaryck and towards the innocent pocket mirror over at their nightstand. “We can call my brother…” she then said as she gave up.

“You're estranged… brother? I mean, he was always the responsible one.” He replied as he vaguely remembered the man. “But didn’t he make it clear that he doesn’t want to come back to Mewni?” he then added.

“We’re not going to ask him to come to Mewni to train Star, we’re going to his dimension so that we can have him foster Star.” Moon replied as she took in a deep breath before walking over to the phone to call him.

“Ahh.” He nodded in understanding. That might actually work, he thought to himself before he asked.  “Where is his dimension exactly? I can’t recall. It’s been a while since we last visited him, especially after his wife's funeral.”

“It’s a place called…Earth Bet, The Oracle's home dimension. Now, let me just call him.” Moon answered as she dialed him up before waiting for him to answer. That mirror was their only communication with him. The man has become rather reclusive this past few years/

“Heyyy, Diony-I meant Danny! It’s been a while. Are you busy?” His wife called out as her brother finally picked up. With nothing better to do, he sat down by the bed and listened to the conversation.

“Yes, I remember what you said about Mewni. It’s just asking if you're busy today?” She said reassuringly before asking.

“No, I’m not asking you if you want to come for the Butterfly-Johansen family reunion, I know how you hate how competitive our cousins can be. Actually I was going to ask the opposite!... Danny, when I said I didn’t like the family reunion, I meant it. I’m not going to bring the family there! They’d destroy everything!” He could only roll his eyes at that. His own family wasn’t immune to the shenanigans. Couldn’t they at least make things less competitive he asked to himself.

“I was going to ask if we can come by today, or tomorrow,... why are you asking Star’s Age?... Yes, she’s 14. Ok, ok, I fucked up. It’s just been rather stressful Danny. The work never stops.” He nodded in agreement. There was no rest, just more and more work…

“I get what you mean. I’m sorry for imposing. We’ll be there in a few hours. Thank you!” Moon replied as she sighed out in relief after the call ended.

“I take that Dionysus agreed?” He asked. The smile on her face was a good sign.

“Yes but please call him Danny. You know how much he loves the name his wife gave him.” He winced as he remembered the man's wife. He should… really remember to use that name rather than the man's original given name.

“Right. I’ll call the servants so we can pack up!” He then said as he got up and walked out to gather the servants.

“Thank you dear.” His wife replied as she sat down on the bed and sagged in worry.

Just before he left, heard his wife say, “Oh Oracle! I didn’t know you were here all this time. What can I do for you?”

He shrugged as he left the two. The Oracle worked in mysterious ways. Now, if they didn’t wear all black most of the time then the people of Mewni wouldn’t be so scared of her whenever she dropped by for some food. Speaking of food, he was now quite hungry. Maybe there’s some pastries in the kitchen or even some of Moon’s leftover pies!