Heyo my lil plums! Sorry for the hiatus! And when I mean hiatus, I mean HIATUS. It was a long one and I really apologize. I haven't even retrieved my memos yet for the story but once I do, I will definitely be updating more often! Another chapter will be out soon, I PROMISE. And yes, this chapter will be part of the plot further in the story and not just a guessing chapter where I just make a useless chapter to keep you guys here and wasting your time hahaha. ENJOY!!

I would get more than bored and lonely in that cell. The only thing I ever did was look in the mirror hanging next to the end of my metal framed bed and worn mattress and stare at my own reflection for a while. I would take in my appearance and think. I would part my hair to the right, wondering if Star would've liked it that way or if she preferred it parted left. I just couldn't help but wonder it. It was weird.

Though, there was one thing that I couldn't deny. She was always fond of my demon eyes. And I could see why as well. They were a vivid green, almost always twinkling like fireflies. Ever since she had told me that night in the cellar, I never strangely forgot.

My dark horns and jagged fangs were menacing, though even I could see why Star liked my eyes.

Comet had come in too at that same moment, carrying multiple things in her full arms. She had brought my dinner as well as a new blanket since I had told her of my already-tearing blanket that I could hardly ignore anymore. She had even snuck me a bouncy ball and slinky for when times were slow and unbearably boring. She knew it was not respectively allowed to spoil me so much, but she secretly felt sympathy for me. I was only a kid anyway. This, she knew.

After I had eaten, I tucked into my new sheets, yet only seemed to shut my eyes for, what felt like a few minutes, before a loud clatter from outside my cell had made me jump upright and snap my eyes back open. The racket was followed by a grumble of frustration, almost sounding like someone had tripped over a bucket and other possible cleaning supplies.

“Ugh, pegasus feathers!” A voice had muttered, almost as if the unusual remark was the presence of a swear.

I rose from my bed, instinctively recognizing the harp-like voice. I couldn't resist a chortle and a single eye roll. I knew Star when I heard her coming, even if she wasn't the best at being exactly as stealthy as a cat.

“Star!”

Instantly, I was hushed. She came into view on the other side of the prison bars with her finger to her mouth. “I'm not supposed to be here.” She went on in a whisper. She turned her head in both directions as if to make sure she hadn't been found out.

The first thing I had noticed about her was her wardrobe change. She was wearing a bright pink sleeveless crop top with a white collar at the neck and a white high waisted, short pettiskirt. She even wore light pink, winged high tops to match the rest of her.

Then I noticed her wings. They had been revived and were just as white as they were the first night I had met her. Even her halo was back, bright and as shining as ever.

This, I had pointed out to her.

Star went on to saying how her "Grandma Comet" had convinced the angel officials to not lock her up yet they had insisted that if she were to stay, she needed, what Star called, “angel rehab”.

Although they couldn't fix her blackened wings entirely and give her back her halo, they had given her a mock halo as well as dyed her wings white. Of course, until she had been proven innocent or guilty in court, she would keep her privileged wings and halo, except they would become real instead of dyed and mocked.

She then continued to apologize for not being able to visit me, saying that the angels have really been keeping a close eye on her, so much so that she was restricted from even seeing me.

“I tried to warn you, Marco. The angels here are incredibly strict. I just wish I could see you more, y’know?” She sighed as she looked as if in a daydream and held the cell bars for a moment. She stared down at the big squared lock to her right. “What if…” She began. I looked up at her.

“What if we could go out. Go see the sights? Hm? What d’ya say?” Now, she was giving me a half smile and a raised eyebrow as if she came up with the most devilish idea.

“What?” I exclaimed in a appalled whisper. “Star, I can't. I have to stay in here.”

“Oh, come ooon!” Star sang, doing a rocking motion from her heels and then to her toes, back and forth. “Nobody will notice. You just gotta be really quiet.”

“But - that's crazy! We’ll get in trouble!” I said. I could already feel the overwhelming anxiety creep its way up my throat so I swallowed it back down. Although, with the anxiety, brought temptation. Sneaking out would get me in much more shaky waves than I was already in, yet I needed to. Something nagged at me, almost as if my little demon on my left shoulder had silenced the holy sprite-like fairy on my right.

Even still, I attempted to shake my head forcefully as if to shake him off.

Star exhaled air through her lips. “Pffft, oh, Marco, Marco, Marco. The only way we can get in trouble, is if we get caught.” She crossed her arms as if to express her point. “I mean, besides,” She shrugged. “It'll only be for tonight. You'll be back in your dark and cozy and depressing cell before you know it.”

“I don't know, Star. You don't even have the-”

Before I could even finish, Star had went to reach for something on the wall to her right, a hook, and as she held it up like a trophy, they jingled and danced in her hand. Keys.

I stood quiet for a moment in thought. Though the dark and isolated prison cell was dreary and dull, the outside world was too tempting for me to pass up.

I looked back up at Star now, who was busy twirling the key from its ring and I couldn't deny how cute she was when she wrinkled her nose the way that she was.

How could I say no to her face?

…

We left through the spiral staircase and to the main hall. I tried my best to stay as quiet as possible while going up those spiral stairs, even leaping from step to step while my wings lightly glided me.

We entered to a long endless hallway, a corridor that transcended from a dull, worn grey, like my cell, to a beautiful and flawless white and striped with shining gold. It continued like that until we had reached the end of the hall, to the main hall.

Every second, I felt a strange gut feeling like someone was following us and when I would turn around every few seconds, I would find no one to be there at all. I was on edge, though Star looked as if she had done this before and had learned to master it, probably because she had.

While we stopped in the main hall, I was finally able to take in the incredible appearance of the building’s decor. The room itself was enough to fit twenty elephants at once, I estimated, and everything seemed to be decorated in gold and white. I was momentarily stunned by the crystal chandeliers that hung over my head, that each seemed to be the size of a car.

I felt a hand grab my wrist and yank me forward. “C’mon!” Star’s voice followed.

With that, we went down another two corridors before a single door at the end. By the time we had stopped there, I began to question if she knew what she was doing.

“Where are we going?” I whispered to her.

“You’ll see.” She said before carefully and slowly cracking open one of the glass double doors to the outside.

Once we were out, Star sighed. “Here we are.” As we moved on forward, I realized how much the beauty of the night couldn't compare to the Underworld.

I didn't even realize I was holding my breath. We were standing above the clouds which had led to the perfect view of the clear night sky of space.

Then there was the garden. It took a stone fence and an arched, French-like iron gate to get to. A stone pathway led to its beauty. There must have been hundreds of different types of the most vibrant and unique flowers I've ever seen. There were blushing marigolds, blue hydrangeas, yawning tiger lilies, trumpeting daffodils, and even pure white roses. And they were all centered around a prestigious and tall fountain.

I was so in awe, that Star had chuckled. “I knew you'd like it.” She said. “I sometimes come here just to get away from everything.”

From there, we crossed the streaming river and arched stone bridge that soon broke away from the garden and became a much bigger and wider field. I could even make out a gazebo in the distance.

From there, Star had led me to a dock down the hill, past a group of giant weeping willows and to the lake.

“Now, where are we going?” I said, as Star chortled.

“What? You don't wanna go on a canoe ride?”