And here lies the end of The Dance of the Stars...or is it the end?

The golden rays of the sun revealed the war-torn lands of Mewni were still smoking after the battle. Most of the countryside was in ruins, although Butterfly castle remained largely intact. The survivors from throughout the kingdom were huddled in tents behind the safety of the walls, trying their best to create a living out of dust. Despite the hardship, the comradery of everyone working together became the pulse of the camps. Gone were the old rivalries between Monsters and Mewmans, replaced by a neighborliness that would have been shocking a year ago. Who knew war would bring lasting peace? A united Mewni was here at last.

And to celebrate the great change, the survivors emerged from their refugee camps, singing and shouting with joy as they headed to the castle. A new queen to spearhead the new era was soon to be crowned, and the dimension rejoiced. Their praise drifted on the warm wind to Star, who watched them from the roof observatory. The sun had just finished rising above Mewni, and the young queen had risen to greet it on this special day. Usually, she missed the sunrise because of her night partying habits, but after the battle, she wanted to watch the new day with her family. Orion drifted in and out of sleep on her lap. With a yawn, his eyes blinked open, and he stared over the horizon. "Mama!" He squealed. "Ook!"

Recently, the prince had added "look," "dada," and "magic" to his emerging vocabulary. She patted his head, "I see, Rye. That's our home down there. I wish you could see how it's supposed to be—green and covered in forests and villages."

"It'll come back," Marco remarked while holding Andromeda. "In fact, it'll be better than it was before."

Star nodded her head in agreement. Despite how bittersweet it was to see her homeland so wounded, Mewni's brightest days were ahead. "Excuse me, Your Majesties," the new Monster servant, Archibald, flew to greet them. "The coronation will begin soon."

"This is so much better than having Manfred scare us," Marco glanced at his wife before answering, "Thank you, my good sir. Once everything is over, you can take the rest of the night off."

"Really?!" Archibald blinked. "Why thank you, Your Majesty."

"Just call me Marco," the king replied warmly. "Star and I are doing this monarchy thing differently this time."

The Monster grew even more surprised, "Uh…thank you, Your M—I mean, Marco."

"Are you ready to do this again?" The king asked.

She nodded firmly. Despite the fact that both coronations had arisen from crises, this one felt different. Star had changed from the traumatized teen who was expected to fill her deceased mother's shoes. This time, the young queen would create her own footsteps for future generations to follow.

"Guess they Underestimated you," Marco kissed her cheek.

"How did you know about my title?" She hadn't spoken of it to anyone except Eclipsa. Every queen was given a title that best matched their personality after a pivotal point in their lives. Since Star did not receive one before her first coronation, she referred to herself as the Rebel Queen until the night after the battle. While dancing around the bonfire with her friends and family, the word "underestimated" dropped into her spirit. At first, Star thought it was a strange title, but she realized it fit her perfectly. No one saw greatness in the reckless blonde—not even herself.

"I did," her husband took her hand. "You'll always be my amazing Star."

"Thanks, Marco," she leaned in for a proper kiss.

They got up to dress in their royal attire. To mark the celebration, both of them received updated clothing. It was a pale blue like the morning sky on Earth with a red butterfly on the skirt above a border of pink hearts and red moons. Marco's prince jacket was a darker blue with red moons on his cuffs. His brass buttons and shoulder tassels gleamed like fields of corn. "I think the color looks great on you," Star winked at Marco. Orion tugged on his black pants, wearing a navy prince outfit. "You look handsome, young prince," his father complimented the child, and Orion smiled.

Andromeda wore a pretty blue dress in a similar shape to her mother's, and she chewed on the tiara that supposed to be on her head. Before her brother could copy the idea, Marco fetched his pacifier. Together, the couple held hands as they left the royal bedroom.

The roar of the crowd nearly shook Mewni when the family on monarchs stood on the steps of the castle. A sea of faces from all the kingdoms spread out towards the horizon. There had to be a million beings watching the royal family. The Kingsguard escorted the prince and princess to their grandparents standing off to the side. Star saw the emotion brimming in River's eyes, and a silvery ghost standing next to him. I did it, Mom, she wiped away a tear.

"You look lovely," Eclipsa whispered when Star stood by her. "Like a young queen."

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" The blonde asked. "You didn't do a bad job."

"I know, but a Queen always does what's best for her kingdom."

The bugles quieted the crowd, and the coronation started shortly afterward.

Eclipsa stepped forward so she could address them one last time as their leader. She still wore the crown, which reverted back to its original form on her head. "Citizens of Mewni," her voice rang in the microphone. "Today, I end my reign as Queen of Mewni. I aimed to create a society that would correct the wrongs committed against Monsterkind. My mother, Solaria, was one of many queens who treated the rightful inhabitants of this land horribly. And that is the legacy I want to disown. I believe in a world where all of us can be at peace, even though I will not be the one leading you to that destiny." Her eyes moved to Star. "But I know we will be in good hands. Star Butterfly, please kneel."

Eclipsa lifted the crown off her head and held it over the kneeling warrior, "I, Eclipsa Butterfly, Queen of Mewni, resign from my office and pass it to my successor. Star Butterfly, do you solemnly swear to protect and serve this kingdom? To achieve peace and balance between all people? And to find your own way to make this kingdom and her allies strong?"

Those aren't the correct vows, Star thought to herself. The traditional ones were about "duty before self" and "serving the alliance," but the ones her granny made up were so much better. "I do," she answered in a strong voice.

Eclipsa placed the crown on her head and watched it change back to its devil's horn fusion form. "All hail, Queen Star Butterfly the Underestimated!"

Star rose to her feet, and her subjects were about to bow when she stopped them by saying, "You guys don't have to bow to me anymore. Marco and I are ruling this kingdom differently."

The citizens murmured to each other in shock until one of them spoke up, "Then allow us to kneel just this once. We really respect you."

"After I crown your king first," Eclipsa summoned Globgor's old crown. Marco gasped. Kings were never given a separate coronation like this. But he so deserves it, Star reflected. They were a team. A unit blessed by the Blood Moon to be together forever and ever.

"Marco Ubaldo Diaz-Butterfly," the former dark queen started when he knelt. "Do you promise to serve Mewni as an equal partner with the Queen? To protect and serve the dimension? And to keep balance between Mewni and her allies?"

"I do!" His voice cracked.

"Then I crown you as King Marco Ubaldo Diaz-Butterfly the Just and the Kingslayer." They both blinked at the title. Although he had the right to claim it, hearing it from Eclipsa was strange. Regardless, Star reached for his hand as they stood before their cheering kingdoms. "They think this coronation is over," she smirked to her king.

"I know," he smiled. "This is just the beginning."

Out of the castle emerged another royal family, ready to have honor bestowed upon them. Tom had earned the right to lead his kingdom, and Star was going to make a big deal out of it. The Underworld had never had a fair and noble king before. Tom wore his finest prince clothes with a cracking hellhound cape dragging behind him. His bandages and wounds were largely gone, although the nick in his ear remained. At least it looked cool. Even Janna had a wardrobe upgrade with a purple and black dress to match the color of her magic. After setting Dante with the twins, the Prince and Princess of the Underworld approached their leaders.

"Guess we're doing this together," the Queen of Mewni motioned for her king to pass the crown. "Prince Thomas Infernius Lucitor," she spoke. "Do you promise to protect and serve your kingdom? To uphold fairness and justice? To serve your King and Queen while being an awesome friend as well?" She added the last part, which nearly made the two of them laugh.

"I do!" Tom smiled.

"Then I crown you as King Thomas Infernius Lucitor the Kingslayer!"

King Tom grinned ear to ear the second the silver and red crown rested on his horns. Marco turned to recite the same vows, "Princess Janna Ordonia-Lucitor, do you—"

"What he said," she smirked. "You can save your breath, Diaz."

Grumbling under his breath, the King of Mewni placed a smaller crown on her head, "And I pronounce you Queen Janna Ordonia-Lucitor!"

The four new monarchs gathered their children and stood before the cheering masses. Mewni was off to a good start at last.

"They're late," Marco tapped his foot on the marble floor of the throne room. He could see his worried reflection clear in the polished blue stone. It was amazing to think fourteen years had passed because he looked the same. Still baby faced with faint facial hair on his chin just under his red crescent moons. Shouldn't a thirty-two-year-old man look...older? When he was eighteen, being thirty sounded like being eighty. While he fidgeted restlessly near his throne, Star remained relaxed in her royal attire. She was as beautiful as ever under her long mane of golden hair. Age also seemed to skip over the Queen, for she looked as youthful and cheery as ever.

"Give it some time, Marco," she shrugged as if there wasn't a crowd of royals and thousands of eager faces gathered in the castle.

The grand audience spilled into the main hall, out the door, and down the street on this special day. Marco picked out his friends and their children at the front. Tom and Janna stood next to their son and youngest daughter, talking with Pony Head and her son. The other royals, knights, and Marco's Earth friends either played on their phones or had long conversations with each other. Just underneath the throne platform, the Diazes and River had gathered with Marco Jr., who ferociously texted on his cellphone. Maybe I should tell him to text Andie, Marco deliberated. Actually, Rye is more likely to have his phone on.

"Relax, boo," Star glanced at her husband. "You can't be late to your fourteenth birthday."

But being late wasn't like his daughter. She arrived early to everything—even birth. Marco noticed the royals were growing restless. If the twins failed to show up in the next thirty seconds, he would send Archibald to fetch them. Or I could send Jupiter, he eyed the youngest Diaz-Butterfly, who colored in a coloring book.

"Look out!" A shout came from outside. "Get out of the way!"

Star summoned magic to her fists, and the king drew his sword. There hadn't been an attack on the Butterfly castle in fourteen years, but he was ready, nevertheless. At first, the rumbling sounded like the thunder of an army until the sound focused into a set of racing hooves. Star eased out of her stance and began to laugh. What's so funny? He stared at her.

"You'll see!" She warned him.

"Orion!" It was Andromeda screaming. "We're gonna crash!"

"WOOOHOO! Hold on, sis!" He replied.

Suddenly a large object exploded into the room, causing screams and shouts of alarm to ripple through the audience. What the hell?! An angry black warnicorn crashed into the throne room and stampeded down the aisle carrying two teenagers: one gleeful and the other terrified. The beast slid to a stop and dumped the riders before turning away with a snort.

"Thanks, Smokey!" The dirty-blonde prince waved. He and Andromeda shared a glance while making faces at each other. The princess smoothed down her blue dress and tried to hide her embarrassment from her friends in the crowd. Dante waved, which made her blush.

"Did you have fun, sweetie?" Star snickered.

"Until Rye drove the warnicorn into a crowd…" Andie grumbled.

Her brother frowned at her from his place to the side of the throne. Their mother and father ignored their mental sibling sniping, and they summoned Archibald. The Monster servant fetched a box containing the family wand to be passed down to the next princess. It was strange seeing the wand lay in the box. It hadn't changed since Star was a teenager with its butterfly wings and devil horns on the top. The memories made Marco smile. So much had changed, but a lot stayed the same. Even to this day, they went on journeys and fought evil together with their family.

The magical object came to life in Star's hand, and she signaled Marco to join her. The wand also belonged to him too. He placed his hand on top of her on the shaft, watching half of the wand turn into its blue compass form. Giving it away was a little sad, but they were writing the next chapter of Mewni's history to their daughter. "Princess Andromeda Diaz-Butterfly," Marco and Star said together. "Happy Birthday."

They passed the wand into their daughter's hand, and it exploded in white light. Marco shielded his eyes until the flash dissipated. "Dad! Look at this!" Andromeda's excited squeal caused him to open his eyes. "Actually…what is it?"

In his daughter's hand, the wand took a new form: a long silver sword hilt with a red crescent moon pommel. Where the cross guard would have been, red butterfly wings—edge with white—gracefully flanked a grip wrapped in black dragon leather. Andromeda placed a finger on the golden crystal star in between the wings cautiously. "Oh, it's a sword hilt-wand thing."

She flicked her wrist and unleashed a glowing blade of blue flame, impressing everyone around her. Is this safe? Marco blinked.

"Whoa! Andie! Mom! Dad!" Orion shocked everyone by holding up steaming new wand. For the first time ever, a prince had been given his own. It looked like a perfect mashup of Marco's and Star's version of the wand. Black bat wings framed a dark blue bell, topped with a pointy spike in between two red horns. On the face of the bell, a teal X separated four small red moons. A greenish-yellow star sat in the middle. The handle was longer than Star's, and the charger matched Andromeda's on the end.

"We both get wands?" The twins exclaimed together. "This is so cool!"

Marco and Star turned to Glossaryck, who was laughing gently. "I can tell you are surprised," he commented.

"Uh…yeah," Marco replied sharply. "How is this possible?!"

"I had the wand cleaved for a reason," the guru said matter-of-factly.

Of course, the king grumbled. He wanted to ask more about it, but decided it was better left a mystery of the universe. Both of the twins deserved having the wand. "Hey, Rye, I can cast Mom's spell," Andromeda waved the hilt. "Narwhal Blast!" A tiny blob of a whale flopped on the ground.

The prince rolled up his sleeves, "I'm going to try something…Warnicorn Blast!" His wand obeyed and produced a small herd of fat, smiley unicorns.

"No, no, no, it's Warnicorn Stampede," the princess corrected him.

"Well, excuse me."

"If you actually paid attention, brother."

"Warnicorn Blast sounds better, sis."

"No, it doesn't!"

They blasted each other with their fledgling spells that were thankfully too weak to do anything. The room filled with cute animals while their parents looked on. Would Mewni be ready for two monarchs? Guess we'll have to see how it plays out, Marco shrugged. And they had a long time before then.

Review Roundup

Cure Orchid- Yay! I love exploring the deep powers of the Blood Moon, plus the Power of Love is always awesome.

Shining Light50-Thanks! This story was a true epic, as well as s4 of the show. "Cleaved" is gonna wreck us but stay tuned for more here. I'm not going anywhere for a while.

Aldal- I wanted to end the epic on an epic note. The Tom vs. Dave fight (aka the Lucitor Agni Kai) was a long time coming. Tom's arc has matured him into an excellent friend and a prince ready to lead his people the right way. And, yes, Janna has achieved almost her final form. She has to be badass to be Queen of the Underworld. Starco and the Power of Love is just an awesome way to end a fight. They are both at the top of their magic game and ready to get revenge. The show has taken an interesting route with Globgor that has kinda ignored the fact he did some sketchy things. In a way, it's cool not to see Globgor as an antagonist, but...it would have been so cool to have a sophisticated antag. Oh, there is an epilogue...but it's also kinda a prologue too.

robertkellett- It's been a long year with both the show and Dance, so it's great giving it a real send off. Marco has grown to be a badass lol, but he needs to in order to be the king Mewni and Star needs. The Safe Kid is long gone. The Agni Kai is cathartic since Dave is just an absolute monster to his son. Tom has surpassed him as a leader, a father, and in magic. It's only fitting he leads the Underworld now. Star and Marco facing their final boss together is something I want in "Cleaved" more than anything. In fact, I wrote the final battle with that in mind. Magic, Starco, and butt-kicking is a powerful mix. And yes, destiny vs. free will is important. The Blood Moon favors no one, especially since Starco and Globgor both serve it. The ending is great but wait... there's more.