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The moon witnessed Adora being suddenly surrounded by trees, branches, roots and darkness, as she drove the skiff into the heart of the woods. There was no map for it. The woods changes as it pleases, like a massive and living organism. Adora had no plan either. She just wanted to go to where they lived and confront them.
How dare to take her away her best friend? How dare them to take away her whole life?
She could not help crying again. Gods, how weak she was. She seemed to whimper all the time now.
Adora mourns Catra's death at the hands of the princesses, which drives her deeper and deeper into Shadow Weaver's clutches.
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My version of Horde!Adora AU, where I try to maintain Adora's empathy and how it clashes with Horde ideals. A character study and a love story.