A hulking man stood at the mouth of a cave, his enormous frame blocking all sunlight. He walked slowly into the echoing chamber, his head bowed, disheveled hair hiding his features. The man stopped beside a small, fiery pit, and knelt on one knee. “Welcome,” an ethereal voice greeted.
“Thank you, Great One, I am honored to be invited to your home.”
A slight breeze whirled through the chamber. The smoke from the fires in the pit began to part, and a woman arose from the flames. Her skin, both ageless and blemishless, was the color of ripened olives. A magnificent crimson headdress, in the sculpt of a cobra and inlaid with gold, lined the curves of her body from head to waist. In her slender hand the woman held a long crimson staff, also in the shape of a serpent.
The people of Eternia called her the Goddess, but in truth she was no deity. It was a title of awe and wonderment, as her powers and grace were beyond those of any known living being. She was a sorceress that was said to have walked on Eternian soil along with the Ancients, and the people respected her all the more for it.
“Rise, King Grayskull,” she instructed, as she stepped out of the magical pit.
The man obeyed, but kept his eyes to the ground. “My wife told me that you visited her dreams, and asked to see me.”
“She spoke the truth, and I am pleased to see that you trusted her instincts—as you know, she is of the twenty-eighth generation to spring from the family sown by my seed.” The Goddess changed course, reaching over to lift the man’s chin. “Time is of the essence now, Grayskull.”
Their eyes met, and he was amazed by the light shinning from within. Without conscious effort he raised his hand into the air. An enchanted glow, brilliant like the lights in the supernatural one’s eyes, extended from his palm. The glow traveled from his hand and into the air, coalescing into the outline of something that appeared to be a sword.
To King Grayskull’s amazement, when the glow faded away he found an actual blade resting in his grip. It was intricate and broad, and it was heavy enough that men of normal strength would have great difficulty holding it aloft. “What…what is this?” he stammered
“You hold the Sword of Power,” she replied. “Dark days lay ahead for Eternia, and you will need a powerful weapon to defend these lands.”
The king’s mind was swimming. “Dark days?” he echoed. “What do you mean? And what will I be defending Eternia against?”
“You will know when the time comes.” She could see that the worry and self-doubt creep into his eyes. Smiling warmly at him, she began to fade away, leaving the king alone with his new sword. Her voice became disconnected once more, as she whispered a final encouragement. “Do not fear, Grayskull. You have the power!”