Go out to the field

Some fresh air was just what Adora needed but she didn't want anyone seeing her in her Horde attire. So she grabbed the robe Bow threw earlier to cover up the insignia on her back and snuck out of the palace. It didn't take long for her to reach the meadow and give Horsey a hug. "Oh, this is is much better," Adora noted. "There's actually room to move around here. Ready to see something cool," she playfully asked the equine. Raising her sword, she proclaimed, "For the honor of Grayskull!" Light glinted from the hilt and....

...nothing happened. Horsey was not impressed.

"...okay, let's try again. For the honor of Grayskull!"

Again, nothing happened. Horsey went back to grazing and nibbling on grass while Adora puzzled over why this wasn't working. So she tried it in a lower pitch. Then a higher pitch. Then a whisper. Then she just started started swinging the sword around and chanting the phrase to no avail. After multiple failed attempts, she fell back and groaned. Frustrated with her impotence. At least Horsey seemed happy, rolling in the grass. Adora sat up and looked at her sword. "Come on! Glimmer's counting on me. Don't leave me hanging." She owed it to Glimmer and the rest of the resistance a hero and she refused to return empty-handed. Standing up, Adora cried out once more. "FOR THE HONOR OF GRAYSKULL!"

At long last, the sword reacted! But not in the way she anticipated. Instead of the familiar rush of energy that came with the transformation into She-ra, the sword trembled and began blasting beams of light in random directions. Adora struggled to keep her hold on it and wrench control back from it before something got hit. By the time she regained control, Horsey was zapped and glowing brighter than the sun. Triggering an unusual change.

A conical horn grew from its forehead and angelic wings sprouted from his back with different hues of blue, pink, orange and yellow. Its coat lightened to a milky cream and its mane and tail as vibrant as a grapefruit (one of the many new foods Adora sampled at the festival). To top it all off, its flank grew as plump as a bovine's and its belly sagged and swelled. Stopping a few feet from nicking the blades of grass. When it was all over, Adora could only utter a single word in amazement: "Wow."

As startling as this was for Adora, it didn't compare to how alarmed Horsey was once they realized they finally noticed their wings and horn. Horsey reared up and whinnied frightfully even with a newly enlarged gut. Adora tried to calm it down but it was no use. It galloped away and Adora gave chase. The charmed creature bolted towards one of the Resistance camps in a panic Jumping, bucking, and rolling as if it could knock off it's new appendages. The other insurgents were idling about when the stallion charged through and just watched astounded by what they were witnessing. While Adora called out to the beast with her sword in hand.

Horsey smashed through some crates and flapped its wings, taking flight for the first time. The stallion panicked even further and flew off. Adora still had a chance of catching it but only because Horsey was still getting the hang of its wings. It circled back and charged straight at Adora like a falling, fat meteorite. She cried out once more in hopes of bringing the horse back to its senses but it didn't look like it was stopping. Adora slid to a halt and Horsey stopped just short of slamming into her. The wind generated by the wings was almost strong enough to blow the robe off Adora. She tried to keep a good hold on it but then something unexpected happened.

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A ghastly gust of gas was fired and blew Adora onto her back. She pinched her nose to keep out as much of the raw stench as she could but it wasn't enough. Wisps of dung and digested hay slipped into her nostril and made her gag. Horsey turned flew away from the camp abandoning Adora and the other rebels. The latter of which were giving Adora some nasty looks. She didn't understand why that was the case until she stood up. Her robe was gone and the damning symbol of the Horde on her shirt was visible for all to see.

"Horde soldier!" someone shouted.

What was once a position she held proudly sounded horrible in that tone. But there was no time to dwell on that. It was becoming apparent that she wasn't going to get a chance to explain herself.