Since its summer and all where I am, I decided to use some of my spare time to write a SVTFOE fanfic. Follows/favs/reviews are greatly appreciated, and any constructive criticism is very welcome. Updates weekly or (possibly) more.

"And with the threat of Toffee looming, who knows what comes next. We must prepare…."

Princess Star drummed her fingers idly against the table. Listening to all this talk was grating on her nerves. Ever since she lost her book and half her wand to her arch-enemy Toffee- and subsequently became persona non grata in her kingdom-all anyone had done was talk. They talked about how to prevent her from causing even more damage than she already had, talked about how to prevent Mewnie's peasants from revolting, and most of all, they talked about how to defeat him. Yeah, she got it. Toffee was big. He was bad. He would rain fiery death down on everyone she loved. But they just had to keep bringing it up again and again.

"Moon, listen. You can't keep stressing about this! You've done all you can."

Star's eyebrow twitched. She knew what was coming next, and she swore that if her father said his name again, she would tear her hair out.

"Uh, Dad? I'm done with dinner. Can I go now?"

Queen Moon shot her a death look.

"Can you, Star?"

"Uggh….May I go? Please?"

Moon nodded, and Star zipped out of the dining hall faster than light itself. Eating in the big room had always made her uncomfortable. Maybe it was the way that the place echoed when you spoke, or the fact that only three people were ever in there at once. It felt empty and cold either way. Slamming the door to her quarters shut, Star decided that at a time like this, there was only one thing that would clear her head. Monster hunting.

"C'mon, Pony! Pick up for once in your life!"

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Star smashed the hang up button on her mirror. Looks like this time, she would be going alone. That was fine. She grabbed her brown boots, cloak, and wand, then jumped off of her balcony into the moat below. It was a trick her dad had taught her when she was really little, and since her mother had disabled magic in the castle, it was her only way to get out undetected. Slinging the cloak over her shoulders, she started off toward the Forest of Certain Death, which was the best place to blast all manner of creatures. She had been working on a new spell, the Glitter Kitten Tornado, while she was under house arrest, and it was a doozy. After getting hit with that bad boy, you would never want to see, touch, or hear another glitter kitten in your life. Star squinted. It was getting pretty dark out. Maybe she should have checked the time before leaving…. Ahh, whatever. She was Star Butterfly. She could handle any monster that the forest threw at her. Using her wand to light the way, she made her way to the heart of the woods, where the best, most dangerous targets lived. Behind her, a few branches cracked. Her head snapped around.

"Who's there?"

Silence.

"I'm armed. Don't come any closer! I have a Glitter Kitten Blast ready, and I'm not afraid to use i-"

The giant spider that had been hiding in the undergrowth chose that moment to jump out and pin the princess. Eight beady eyes stared down at Star, who was trapped with her hands under the arachnid's disgusting claws. Her wand lay on the ground, inches away. She grit her teeth, and kicked the spider's abdomen. To her horror, it did nothing. The beast's mandibles lowered toward her throat, strange, translucent slime dripping from them. Star threw her shoulder into the side of its head, causing it to reel backward and let go of one of her arms. Unfortunately, it was not the one closest to the wand. She threw a few punches into the leg that was holding her right arm, and managed to free that one too. In the little time she had, Star scrabbled in the dirt for her wand. Finally, her fist closed around it, and she sprang to her feet.

"GLITTER KITTEN BLAST!"

The spray of sparkling kittens hit the spider in the face, and it collapsed. Star breathed deeply and inspected herself. Other than a few scrapes and some bruises on her hands, she was fine. Maybe she could heal herself before her parents inevitably busted her. But it was not to be. Suddenly, a muscular arm wrapped itself around her neck.

"Why hello, Star. Fancy meeting you here, at this time of night. I see that you've killed my minion...How impolite of you."

"Toffee."

The grip tightened, and Star began to see double.

"Quiet, princess. I just want to talk. You see, I need you alive, and this is your chance to peacefully resolve our little conflict. If you join me now, no one gets hurt. No one dies."

Star coughed.

"No...way."

Toffee chuckled softly.

"Fool."

He squeezed her throat further, and the world went black.

Star's ceiling swam into focus. It looked the same as it always had, deep blue with pink streaks shooting across it like comets. Her dad had painted it like that for her when she was a small child, and it had never failed to calm her in stressful times. She remembered looking up at it the day after her fourteenth birthday, when she was almost sent to St. Olgas. It had been there for her when she went through Mewberty and partially destroyed the castle. And it was here now, as she slowly recovered from yet another encounter with Toffee.

"Star? Are you awake, dear?"

Star attempted to sit up and immediately regretted it. Everything shifted crazily before settling, and a wave of nausea hit her like a Mewnian barge at twenty knots. After a few dizzy seconds, she managed to pull herself around to face her mother and father, who were perched on the edge of her bed.

"Yep. I'm up."

Queen Moon's face hardened into her dealing-with-bureaucrats face, and Star felt panic bubble up inside her. The last time her mom had looked like that, she had gotten a stern lecture and three months of no wand, all because she may or may not have turned one of the staff into a frog.

"Would you care to tell me why we found you face-down in the Forest of Certain Death last night?"

Star fumbled around for a decent answer before deciding to just tell the truth.

"I went monster hunting last night and ran into Toffee."

Her mother's eyes widened.

"How many times must I tell you, Star! You're fifteen now! You are past this...this...childish behavior."

Her dad looked sympathetic.

"What your mother means to say is, we're glad that you're safe. I know that you're going through a rough patch, but you must be more careful."

"Thanks Dad."

"Either way, we must take some precautions." said Moon. "Now more than ever, our kingdom's future needs protecting. That's why we've decided to assign you a personal bodyguard."

"Mom! I don't need another babysitter! I can handle myself!"

Her mother wiped her eyes tiredly.

"We're not getting you a babysitter, Star. We're getting you a friend."