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Meckaneck stood quizzically at the bottom of the steps leading to the main hall of the castle. It was a rather strange sight. Adam’s head was bowed and his blue eyes shimmered with emotions. He stood facing his father, King Randor, who from the looks of it was delivering a lecture.
When Meckaneck stretched his amazing neck up to get a better view, he saw that Adam was in quite a mess -- literally. The young man’s pants seemed to have been ripped apart at the knees and the shirt-buttons were broken and undone. Curious to find out more and if possible help Adam, for the lad seemed very miserable, Meckaneck proceeded to climb the steps with a loud clatter.
“Uh, Meckaneck,” said Randor, “I was just hoping a Master would come by and tell Adam what’s wrong in fighting with a visiting prince and rolling all over the banquet, cracking glasses and upsetting ladies!”
“But, Father --” protested Adam.
“I shall have no excuse!” said Randor, and fixing Meckaneck, who wished he had not come up in the first place, with a burning plea in his eye, turned round and headed inside with a bit of fury.
Meanwhile, Adam was thinking of the fight. It had gone badly enough to really think about it like that, but Prince Gobotrix was driving him mad. A visiting prince’s arrival in Eternia wasn’t rare but this new arrival was an abomination. Last night, he had caught the prince standing outside his parents’ bedroom and kissing a shadow which Adam knew from the shriek that followed to be his mother. And in the dim light, Prince Gobotrix had staggered back, cast a glance toward him and then at his mother and fled. Adam had sped to Marlena, his mother, and she had convinced him that it was all a mistake and that Prince Gobotrix thought she was someone else. By morning, he forgot about it but the hot looks that Prince Gobotrix seemed to be giving Marlena at dinner and drawing a heart with jelly on the pie was more than Adam could bear. Pushing his chair back in the attendance of his hard-headed trainer Teela and clueless father, the generally reserved prince had sprung on top of the table and pulled up a fretting Gobotrix by his high collars. But Gobotrix had shoved Adam face down in a bowl of ice-cream and tore at Adam’s pants with a fork while Teela tried to pull Adam away. Man-At-Arms, one the other hand, was trying to stop Gobotrix. In an even rarer attempt at defiance, Adam had gently pushed Teela to the side and getting back on the table, socked Gobotrix so hard that the latter fell into Duncan’s arms dazed and had to be taken the infirmary. That’s how the evening had ended, of course with Randor and Marlena looking dumbfounded from the side-lines.
“You are grounded!” Teela had hissed. ”What came over you, Adam? That was an act of idiocy. I have never seen you like this…” (But in the depth of her soul, Teela felt a merry flutter which she immediately suppressed).
“That,” Adam had replied nervously; pointing to Gobotrix’s plate, but the heart wasn’t there. Gobotrix had possibly gobbled up the pie after he sensed Adam’s displeasure.
”What?” Teela had asked impatiently.
Adam had fallen silent, and hiding his face from his mother’s, he had looked to his right only to be confronted by an annoyed expression from his father.
“Go wash your face and we’ll have a chat,” Randor had commanded.
With shoulders slumped, and still not having the courage to look at Marlena, Adam had ambled along to the men’s room, and moments later when he lifted his head streaming with water from the basin, a stern reflection of his father’s face shone in the mirror. Randor had handed a nervous Adam the hand towel in which Adam wished he could hide his face for hours.
“Enough, Adam!” The tone was unmistakable. And taking him by the arm, Randor had led Adam back. Adam had caught sight of his mother who looked at him benevolently out the corner of her eye as Randor led him, puffing like a steam-engine, out of the hall. Marlena had wished she could run to Adam and rescue him from Randor’s lecture, something which she often did. She knew more than anyone how soft-hearted and sensitive Adam was to the brusque tone which Randor adopted when he was really angry. But the circumstances of last night and the present had embarrassed Marlena and she had difficulty facing Adam over the subject of Gobotrix. That twerp. How could he mistake me for some palace floozy? I am the queen, and that, too, right in front of Adam! Marlena felt an arrow pass through her very soul. Oh wait, what was that? Marlena bend down for she had spotted a pie with a large heart drawn over it under the table. Gobotrix! No wonder Adam was so charged up. My poor boy.
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Tales of Masters of the Universe
The story of Masters of the Universe - spanning from Skeletor's origin to the final fate of He-Man!
Masters of the Universe: New Legacy
Find out what happened after the 200x series! Featuring stories and artwork from throughout the fan community!
WANTED: Stratos, Webstor, Horde Prime, Spikor, Snake Mountain stands, and Gygor
Thanks for encouraging a newbie, Thew. I went to your fanfic link. It turns out I've read some of your stories before. I especially liked "A Winter's Heart". Great and inspiring work. Keep it up .
Here's my second chapter, dear readers.
Duncan was polishing his mace under a lamp when familiar footsteps outside the door of his workshop caught his attention. Seconds later, Teela’s head bobbed in.
“What’s the matter, Teela?” said Duncan.
“Oh, nothing really, Father,” said Teela, stepping in. “I was just wondering…”
“About Adam?” asked Duncan, and when he registered the blank expression on Teela’s face, he continued: “I’ve been wondering along the same lines. I think Adam is insecure and in need of a friend to confide.”
“But I am his best friend!” protested Teela.
“Well, you would be,” said Duncan, sighing, “if you weren’t yelling at him all the time.”
“Are you saying I’m not Adam’s best friend, Father?” said the young woman haughtily, but in the centre of it all there was anxiety.
“No, of course not,” said Duncan tactfully. “All I mean is that it could be better.”
“What do you mean, Father? You know that I am fully aware that Adam’s childhood was mine, too, and I’ll never sacrifice those memories. But I will no longer submit to Adam’s schoolboy pranks and cowardice. If he wants to do all that, it’s his business but when it involves the whole of Eternia, I as Captain of the Royal Guard, will tell it like it is. Why? Because I care about Adam. Why can’t Adam try to be like He-Man for a change?”
“Teela!” exclaimed Duncan reproachfully. “If only you knew what you say. Adam is a great lad with a heart of gold and one day the whole of Eternia will break into praise. I stand by what I said. Adam is in need of a real friend.”
Teela angrily walked out of her father’s workshop.
“Where are you going?” asked Duncan after her, but Teela didn’t answer. All she wished for at that moment was to get away from everyone.
Adam was ruefully leaning against a pillar in the exact same spot Randor had left him. His chin was resting on his fist while his eyes were drifting to the floor. Meckaneck had just patted him on the back and hobbled off into the night, knowing very well from the prince’s bearing that he wished to be alone for some time. With his senses stripped, Adam was looking at the floor. It was funny in an odd sort of way. He hadn’t ever really noticed the geometrical patterns that decorated the floor, because in that moment of dejection, he’d found a sort of solace in what he rejected in better times. There were white lines and grey circles and dopey squares and --
“Day-dreaming, Adam?” Teela’s crisp tone brought him to look up again, in the process stretching from her shoes to her face, but missing everything in between, and on her face his nervous gaze rested.
When Adam was unable to reply, Teela placed her hands on her hips and spoke more sympathetically: “Will you tell me what happened back there? Are you okay?”
“I gue-s-s s-s-o,” mumbled Adam forgetfully.
“What is that supposed to mean? Are you mumbling, Adam?”
Adam tried to say something, but Teela noticed the pained expression clouding his face and a maternal protective feeling knocked in her heart -- to hold him and whisper encouragement -- but she was at once repelled and ashamed for even thinking in that direction, where she would be reduced to the softness of a woman. “Be more like a lady,” her father would tease her sometimes. Lost in the confusion of her thoughts, Teela found her words at last: “Well, it seems you need a bit of time alone, Adam. See you in the morning.”
With that, Teela disappeared into the palace doors. But somewhere inside, she sincerely considered Duncan’s words.
“Maybe Father is right,” she admitted to herself. “I haven’t lived up as a friend…and what of Adam? I see he is in distress…” And from there her thoughts carried her back to her resentment that had been bubbling over the past four years when Adam would flee from the battle-field, often endangering the lives of the Masters. How it had pained me the first time he did that when my own life was in peril. And I was his best friend. Why did he desert me? How could he! Did he understand the suffering it caused me? If it weren’t for He-Man…What of all the other times, ordinary times? I think Adam didn’t want to share with me his dreams. Like an aloof, he stopped being the boy I knew. And in a flicker of good, she concluded aloud: “But Adam is so kind. He is always trying to help the poor Eternians and speaks against high interest rates. Adam prances like a happy-go-lucky youth all around, making everyone happy. It suits him!” Teela cupped her face in her hands and shed a little tear, a bit of bitterness and a bit of relief, but not knowing whether to sit on her bed or rush back and be there for Adam -- as a friend, as a sister and (Teela noted with a slight chuckle) as a bodyguard.
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When Teela peered from behind a pillar, she saw Adam lovingly stroking Cringer’s head, but before she could enter, the prince started walking away toward the gate. The stars have risen and night has covered Eternia. This is the time when the evil forces of Skeletor roam…Oh, does the king know about this? I don’t understand this young man. He flees from the battle-field when he should stay, and he endangers his life when he should snuggle up in quilts. But Teela knew she didn’t have more seconds to lose in thought, because Adam’s silhouette against the night sky was nearing the open path that lead into the forest. Cringer, on the other hand, had thankfully retreated into the amiability of the palace.
“I must follow Adam,” Teela wondered aloud, and quickly ran her fingers over her combat armour costume (glad that she hadn’t changed into her nightdress) to check for her sword as she remembered putting away her staff earlier.
Adam had decided to walk on foot rather than take the Wind Raider, and Teela guessed that it was because he was longing for seclusion. Still troubled that he might do something foolish, Teela made up her mind to pursue him.
“Where is he going?” thought Teela irately, cautiously moving in the thicket, knowing well that she had to be on a look out for Skeletor’s minions.
After traversing for an incredibly stretched Eternian hour, Teela saw that she had reached what was really like the end of the world. In front on a rocky outcrop, stood Castle Grayskull, the abode of the Sorceress, surrrounded by a bottomless pit on all sides. Adam was walking on the drawbridge. Teela sighed and sat down on a stone platform. She would wait for him.
Sorceress was seated on her high throne, her eyes half closed, and her magnificent wings closed around her. She motioned to Adam to come forward.
“I know what bothers you, Prince Adam,” said the Sorceress.
Adam was silent.
“We all feel pain in life,” she continued. “And I know of no one in Eternia, indeed the universe, who has a bigger weight on his heart than you.”
“It is my father,” said Adam, sinking on to his knees.
For the first time in front of the Sorceress, Adam wept. The Sorceress unable to put up with Adam’s state any longer, transformed into Zoar, and swooped down toward him. And in a flash, she was Sorceress Teela’Na again, with her motherly arms wrapped around Adam.
Adam looked up at the Sorceress after a while to see that she was silently shedding tears, too, tears which fell to the floor like raindrops.
“What’s the matter, Sorceress?”
“Teela is waiting for you outside, Prince Adam.”
But the Sorceress didn’t answer.
“What’s the matter, Sorceress?” repeated Adam.
“Have you ever seen Teela crying in despair, Prince Adam?” asked the Sorceress.
Adam didn’t know what to say, but he found his words at last: “When she misses the presence of a mother. But I know how to ease her mind. And I get my mother to talk to Teela. My mother…”
“Enough, Prince Adam,” said the Sorceress, standing up and walking toward her throne with a contented sigh. “You’re the best friend Teela could have. I felt wretched when I realized I am wiping your tears and all that divides me from taking my own daughter into my arms and relieve us of this collect grief is the gate of this castle. Go now. I want both you and Teela in bed and to face tomorrow with a new resolve. I mean, in your own separate beds.”
Adam’s face flushed, and he nodded.
“I see you’re feeling better, Prince Adam.”
“Thank you, Sorceress,” said Adam as he turned back toward the gate, reassured in his heart about the direction of his life -- to deal with the little things that didn’t make sense along with the big things that were close to him. But along with everything, Adam nervously considered, was the kind of annoyance Teela was certain to feel on confronting him about tonight's performance.
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