Hello! It's interesting to see how Young Moon stories seems to be almost non-existent, so I hope I can remedy that!

It's my first fic, and English isn't my first language, so I already apologize in advance. Star vs The Forces of Evil is owned by Daron Nefcy and Disney, yadda yadda, I have no ownership whatsoever.

Let's get the show on the road!

Prologue - Moon comes to Earth

Moon Butterfly was a teenager.

Sure, she was the heir princess of the Kingdom of Mewni, responsible for the lives of the hundreds of thousands of subjects as far as her eyes could see, wearer of a millenar crown and, roughly some minutes ago, currently ""celebrating her 14th birthday"", bearer of a magical wand capable of bending reality to her own whim, coupled with the wise mentor of generations of queens before her, and their knowledge and spells, at her fingertips.

A small smile graces her as her thoughts, at least momentarily, reaches to the moments minutes ago, facing her parents, as she swore the oath, and finally was handed over the wand.

The surprise and the small jump she made as the wand actually, like a small larvae morphing into a butterfly, changed from her mother's ribbons and metal rod to a, much more pleasant in her mind, but mother won't have her speaking such things out loud in her lifetime, wooden base similar to the ancient wands, with the tip becoming a blue, vibrant and glowing heart crystal.

Of course, princesses aren't supposed to giggle in delight or happiness over such things, they were supposed to be serious. A massive responsibility, and a sign of her growth as a future heir. She took the wand and the responsibility of it with the same dignity and composure as she took her day-to-day, and simply the moment she had the door to her room closed, she would allow herself a more...enthusiastic response.

Of course, being told immediately after said ritual that she would be leaving Mewni for a year had put quite a damper in her well controlled excitement. She wanted nothing more than to argue how unfair that was, and how the Kingdom of Mewni couldn't have her princess out on "asylum", but…

The word of the Queen, her mother, is final. Moon knows better than to stand up against her.

She was a teenager! She was supposed to be telling the Royal Weaver the specifications for her dress for the coming Silver Bell Ball, going for the flowers field to replace the ones wilting in her room, and meeting up with the two knights who would immediately talk about how many generations their family served Mewni, the feats of their great-great-great-great grandparents, or whatever other stories they told as if it would impress her.

The fact she was a heiress was secret to no one, and nor should it be! She's very much proud of her lineage, and her role in Mewni! That's exactly why these kind of people...just rubs her in the wrong way.

For those kind of people, she's just Princess Moon. She's interested in flowers, dresses, dances, and overblown, glorified tales of ancestors dead before her great-great grandmother was even a twinkle in their eye, and how they would leech and suck on this pride like a parasite, to make themselves look bigger than what they are.

Is this supposed to impress her, Moon Butterfly?

Although, to be fair, at least the squires are enthusiastic. Nobles were just throughtly false.

Mildrew comes to mind, her once pleasant smile twisting in a small scowl. Again, she's a teenager, she very much can enjoy a good sight when one is provided, and she won't ever be the first nor the last to say, Count Mildrew is very much a sight for sore eyes.

That is, as long as he didn't open his mouth of his. Then she's tempted to break decorum for once, and gag him with the fan he so loves to use to cool himself, and create even more breeze to blow that ridiculous, silky, lustrous hair of his.

All about him. How he's strong, smart, beautiful, how he was hand-picked between the most beautiful princess of their land, with the most beautiful man, to create the most beautiful of all beauties in all of Mewni, and beyond the Multiverse's Verse.

That's a quote. That's a quote from a living mewnian being.

And she thought she repeated words when she was nervous.

Other Princes weren't much better; sure, none of them were Mildrew, but at the same time they all just saw her as a Princess. Someone they need to impress, to show-off themselves, all with the intention of marriage.

And Princesses...less said about them the better. Judgemental Harlots, the lot of them. Using her as a platform for comparisons the moment they traded eyes together, how they would look her up and down like some sort of "Find the Seven Errors" puzzle, and then force a smile and ask how she was doing.

And of course, she would reply as politely as she was taught to do.

Dishonesty is simply something she despised.

The only ones that didn't see her as an opportunity were…

Dirt and River.

The thought of her two friends somehow spoiled her mood even more, as she sat on her bed and released a pent up sigh. The jiggle on her bed certainly wasn't unnoticed, as she hears the book opening, and a throat cleaning.

"Coin for your thoughts, Princess?"

Moon looks to the diminutive blue man currently floating in a lazy position, glancing at her while cleaning his ear with his little finger.

"My thoughts are not important; if it is for the safety of the kingdom, and Mother's peace of mind, I must accept her decision." Moon said, gripping her dress. The action clearly didn't go unnoticed by him it seems, if the slight raise of his eyebrow was any indication, before he simply shrugged, turning away from her.

"Normally I would start your lessons, but you clearly aren't in the mindset for it. We'll begin tomorrow, then!"

Moon winced a bit, gripping the edge of her nightwear tighter. "I'm perfectly willing for any lesson, sir Glossaryck."

"Kid, you're leaving your home behind for a year. Last thing I need, is you blasting a wall on the castle, and making your mother just drop you at night."

"I...wouldn't do that." She said, under the breath, but Glossaryck didn't reply, simply returning to her book. It was cold, she had to admit, but she understood where that came from...she really wasn't in the best state of mind. Looking through her window, she saw Mewni at night, her company being the faint sounds of the busy streets, the wind, and the rustling of leaves.

Well, it wouldn't do, regardless of her opinion, she needed to be ready for the next day.

And so, Moon Butterfly closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

As the servants packed her belongings, Moon was allowed to walk around the castle after breakfast, an offer she bittersweetly accepted, trying to commit as much of it as she could to her own memory. She noticed so many small details she didn't before, like the nooks and small bumps in the suits of armor , the small wrong details in the paintings on the halls, or small cracks alongside the stairs, and how she would notice particular ones, in particular the ones 7th and the 4th step, as they would actually get wider as she would put her weight on.

That was actually something she would need to direct to Mother soon, that could cause a nasty accident.

She wanted to go out, at least to personally talk with Dirt and River, but even that was denied of her; Mother wanted the news of her travel to be as smothered as she could, to lower the risks of any...infiltration.

How would monsters even infiltrate the castle, would they put a mask or something?!

The frustration kept piling up, but she, dutifully, endured, wearing a neutral expression and cordially greeting any of the castle keepers, the high majority of them completely unaware she would even be leaving…

The fact a monster monarchy even existed surprised the young princess, who grew awash in tales of Monsters being savage, remorseless beings, that would only band together to bring even more misery to unfortunate Mewnians in their path. What kind of monarchy would even be useful to such vile beings? She shuddered at the thought, before the telltale sounds of hoofs clacking against marble floors brought her interest, and with that, a brief respite from her foreboding thoughts.

Well, at least there was someone she could at least give her proper farewells. She couldn't help but smile broadly as her trusty pig-goat, Lil' Chauncey came in, hopping as always. Normally she would be out, but she figured her mother allowed at least this mercy, and she wouldn't be one to look at a gift horse in the mouth.

Or pig-goat, in this case. Or neither look at her mouth, really, it smells absolutely dreadful. In fact, she'll simply hug it tightly, and vent a lot; the analogy is pretty much lost on her.

"Oh, Chauncey, what am I to do? I-I can't bring River, or Dirt? How's earth even supposed to be?" She went to hug the pig-goat, uncaring about the possible implications of where they probably were rolling around minutes ago.

"Mother said I should find a school, or whatever equivalent, but I don't know even their language! Or how they dress? It's probably a farm dimension, if their name is as bland as Earth! Earth, Chauncey!" She hugs her pet even tighter, almost crushingly so. "Who names their kingdom that?!"

Chauncey was one of the few people the young princess would allow herself to vent her frustration, most likely because didn't understand anything, and would just be there, comforting in her own, bleating, odd-smelling way; she could appreciate silent hearing, and as great of her opinion on her two friends are, Dirt would probably speak some eloquent speech, and River would want to punch the problem, even if the problem couldn't be solved like that!

She allows herself a small giggle as she remembers River's antics. And Dirt's sharp wit and eloquence. Oh, how she would terribly miss them both. And Mewni.

For the second time today, Moon Butterfly closed her eyes, and kept in comfortable silence.

"Are you sure you got everything, dear?"

"Yes, mother." She replied, quietly...what could she say?

"...dear I know it's harsh, but you know I'm doing this because I love you, right?" Moon turned away, speaking through her teeth.

Silence, before she responded, in the same earlier tone. "Yes, mother."

Both of them were standing, next to each other, near the carriage that would take her away; Moon tried to dress as casually as she could, a baby pink dress with poofy mutton sleeves, with with red vest on top, and simple white gloves; Her mother, Comet, got close to her, before crouching and giving her a quick hug; Moon's eye shooting in surprise, before softening and hugging back. She understood the why, but it still hurt…

It hurt a lot…

A cough interrupted the Mother's anguish, and the daughter's self-pity. A tall, bronze-skinned man stepped forth, his hair and cape blowing against a simple breeze as if it was a strong gust, his eyes immediately zeroing on Moon, completely spoiling her earlier mood, for better or for worse; Count Mildrew, son of the Viscount Fabio, and Countess Lilin. Oh, and grandmaster, sole member and acting champion in the art of spoiling the mood.

Good to know he still got it.

As the Count immediately hugged her, and went on his overly dramatic recounting of her tragedy, the unfairness of it all, and how he would move mountains and boulders to bring justice to her unfair asylum, she just got reminded why they broke up.

"Thank you for your conceeern…!" The Princess slowly pushed her infuriating ex away, finally getting some time to breath. "...thank you for your concern, Count Mildrew. But, it is not an asylum...it's simply to learn how to use my magic."

She glances at her mother, who was currently chatting with the carriage driver. She releases a timid sigh, adjusting the frilly skirt, and putting on a belt, to holster her wand.

"In a place that my safety wouldn't worry my parents. You surely understand."

Earth. Some random dimension Hekapoo recommended. No magic, no monsters, no anything remotely dangerous for the heiress-to-be. How would such a world even work?

Focus.

Queen Comet Butterfly sighs, and nods "With monsters threatening our citizens, it wouldn't do for Moon to practice magic within the castle's surroundings. She's too valuable a target, and I think my heart couldn't take it if any...ill-intentioned monster got to her."

A heavy silence falls, before Moon simply moves away, heading towards the Carriage. She doesn't dare to look for Mother's clearly troubled expression, or Mildrew's clearly exaggerated, flabbergasted look. She spent time enough, and she really wants right now to just check the carriage's structure for the trip.

For once, at least for this moment, all she wants to do is to go.

With all said and done, it was time to go. Entering the carriage, and stealing one last glance of the Castle she lived all her life, she closes the door, and the carriage starts moving towards the portal, with her possession being simply some clothes, and enough gold to pay for expenses for this year, or so her mother thinks.

After all, mewni currency is well known in the multiverse after all, perhaps someone in Earth could trade if it was that odd of a Dimension where gold wasn't valuable, while she would be "Away to practice magic, so that Queen Comet can proceed the negotiations with a lighter heart."

Funny way to word Asylum.

And, for the final time in Mewni for a year, Moon Butterfly closed her eyes, the sounds of a portal crossing being the last she would hear from Mewni for now.

Hello again! Right now, this story's still in the works, I just wanted to post the proof of concept. I don't have a set schedule for updating, but I'll try to post as soon as I can, let me know what you think in the Reviews.

So, for now Fireware, signing off!