Between Adora/She-Ra and Catra and Scorpia as romantic.
In the stillness of her room at Bright Moon Castle, Adora gazed out the window at a sky painted with the iridescent colors of peace, a stark contrast to the dark tapestry of her nightmares. Even in victory, the war cast long shadows, and the whispers of Etheria were tinged with the memories of battles long fought, of friendships fractured and forged anew. Despite the tranquility that now bathed the land, the heart of Etheria's savior was troubled, her mind grappling with the lingering fear that perhaps it was easier to share love amidst turbulence than in the calm that follows.
On one rare evening, as the day bled into dusk, painting the castle walls with hues of melting gold and deepening violet, Scorpia approached Adora with an unusual fervor shimmering in her eyes—a fervor that did not go unnoticed by Catra, who lay curled up at the foot of Adora’s bed, her ears twitching with curiosity.
"Adora, there's something important I need to show you," Scorpia announced, standing at the threshold. The weight of her presence filled the room, a reminder of her constant, unfaltering support during the arduous journey they had all undertaken. Adora took a cautious step forward, a hopeful yet hesitant look crossing her features. "What is it, Scorpia?" she asked, her voice betraying both her anxiety and her trust.
With a solemn nod, Scorpia revealed her discovery, an artifact etched with ancient runes and breathing with an aura of the old Etheria. It was a thing of the First Ones, a vessel for knowledge, for understanding, a mirror into the soul of the world and the people who dare to look within. "It's supposed to reveal history, the true version of it, not clouded by the fog of war or the bias of victors. It might help us see things... see each other in a new light," Scorpia explained, her voice a mixture of wonder and apprehension. "Are you ready to look into the heart of Etheria—of us?"/p>
Adora reached for Catra’s hand, an instinctive gesture seeking reassurance. Catra squeezed back, her own uncertainties hidden behind a mask of nonchalance. There was a silent conversation in that touch, an unspoken agreement that they would face whatever truths the relic bore together. Adora, Catra, and Scorpia formed a triad around the artifact, their combined resolve igniting its power.
As the relic awoke, a pulsating light enveloped them, and they felt the vise of reality loosen. Past and present melded, whispers became shouts, and scenes of their lives unfurled like tapestries before their eyes—moments that had been lived, fought, and cried over. Through it all, they remained side by side, witnessing a cascade of emotions: Adora’s relentless hope, Catra’s defiant love, and Scorpia’s unwavering loyalty. With each revelation, the depth of their connection grew clearer and the foundation of their future began to form, sculpted by the truth of their shared past and the potential of what they dared to dream together.
As the final echoes of history receded and the relic’s light dimmed to a gentle glow, they stood still, hands clasped, facing one another with a newfound intimacy. Etheria had evolved, and so had they. Now, in the quiet aftermath, the real journey would begin—the journey to understand the love they had forged in the crucible of war and the peace it could inspire in a world reborn.