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    Formerly thew39 thew40's Avatar
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    Author's Note:
    I've decided to try this fanfiction project simply because I had an urge to. I can't promises how often it will be up-dated. The chapters are particularly longer than some of my older stories, so just be aware of that. It's also worth noting that this story has nothing to do with anything else I've ever written. My intention is for this fanfiction to be more mature and independent than previous fanfics I've written. Like I said, I'm not sure if there will be a "Part Two." I have some of my own projects I'm working on -- and I also have work, two kids, a wife, and yardwork. Last but not least, only the prelude will be image heavy. Some chapters may or may not have pictures to go along with them; it's going to be a bit of a crap-shoot.

    Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Thanks!

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    I am Scrollos. Long have I observed the universe, and long has my gaze fallen upon its center, the world of Eternia.

    At the core of Eternia lies the Starseed, a piece of creation itself. It is from the Starseed that magic, sorcery, and pure power comes from.

    It is the power of Eternia, and there is no place more concentrated with that power than the fortress known as Castle Grayskull. It was constructed by King D’vann Grayskull to guard the power of Eternia, it has long since drawn forth dark and evil enemies.

    Demo-Man, a creature of sheer evil, came to power in the ancient days and raised an army to claim Castle Grayskull as his own. This army of foul beasts and monsters tore through Eternia, bound and determined to conquer the world.

    To defeat Demo-Man, King Grayskull forged the Master Sword – a powerful blade, infused with his very life-force; the very power, strength, love, and honor of King Grayskull.

    Thus, in the shadow Castle Grayskull, a battle was fought. Clans and tribes loyal to King Grayskull joined with him against Demo-Man and his damned army. The Green Goddess, who led Grayskull to the Abyss where the castle was built, fought alongside him. Also present was the first Sorceress, Veena, the wife of Grayskull and the mother of his child.

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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: Snake Mountain stands, Wind Raider, and the Griffen

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    (prelude continued)

    As the battle raged on, King Grayskull and Demo-Man came face-to-face. With his mighty mace, Demo-Man cracked Grayskull’s shield. With his enchanted skin, he was impervious to Grayskull’s axe. With his saber, he cut Grayskull’s flesh. But against the Master Sword, there was no defense and there was no counter-attack. King Grayskull used the Master Sword to defeat and disarm Demo-Man and reduced him to pale shade.

    Veena and the Green Goddess used Demo-Man’s own magic against him and they banished the enemy and his army to the world of Infinita in the dimension of Despondos.

    There was victory, but it was short-lived, for King Grayskull had fallen. Though he smote Demo-Man, the act destroyed the Master Sword and cost Grayskull his life.

    King Grayskull passed his power to his greatest warriors – and to the castle itself.

    The Master Sword, broken as it was, was in fact tainted by the darkness of Demo-Man. In striking him, some of the evil entity’s own darkness infected the mighty blade. So it was the Master Sword was reforged into three smaller swords. Two contained the power and honor of King Grayskull – the part of his life-force that was poured into the Master Sword. These became the Swords of Power and Protection and were locked away in the castle. The third, filled with darkness and vile hatred, was hidden away for no one to find.

    Times passed. Champions of Grayskull were called upon during times of great crisis and the Swords of Power and Protections were sometimes used. To maintain Castle Grayskull, an order of Sorceresses was established.

    After a long peace, Eternia has once again known war, and the aftermath of this war, the seeds have been planted for a new conflict. The war between good and evil is never-ending and today . . . today is no exception . . .

    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: Snake Mountain stands, Wind Raider, and the Griffen

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    Chapter One

    There was blood on his sword. His armor was heavy; heavier now than it had been in battle. The helmet, marked with a golden falcon, was scratched and dented. It sat at his cracked and worn boots, the falcon the only symbol of his royalty.

    Prince Randor leaned against the wall of the courtyard. Scores of soldiers were around him – some living, some dying, and some injured beyond healing. Their lives would never be the same. Eternos and Eternia would never be the same. The enemy was defeated, but the cost . . . the human cost . . .

    “Your highness.”

    The prince raised his head. His father had been dead for a year and the war had stopped any sort of coronation. According to law, Randor was still only the prince.

    Duncan, Prince Randor’s best friend and loyal lieutenant, stepped over. Atop a green body suit, he wore orange armor that was flacked with mud and blood. His blue helmet hung from his left hand and in his right hand was a computer tablet. This was business.

    “Duncan. What is it?”

    “Our sensors have confirmed that the Horde have effectively left Eternia. All dimensional portals are closed and their vessels have broken orbit.”

    Randor nodded at the tablet. “Technology is a wonderful thing.”

    “We are tracking them best we can, sire. I have made contact with several mystics and known wizards to help follow their exact route. The Comet Keeper, the nomadic Moonspinner . . .” Duncan trailed off.

    Randor looked down at the helmet at his feet. Never before had he felt so powerless.


    The prince looked to his friend, then followed his gaze. Two men were walking towards them – the Man-At-Arms Dekker, a dark skinned man with a thick black mustache and long black hair tied back in a ponytail. Next to him was a skinny pale man with short white hair and a third eye on his forehead; his name was Rohad, trusted advisor to Randor and the Royal Court.

    “Your highness,” Dekker greeted, bowing a little, along with Rohad.

    “What is it?” Randor asked, slowly removing his gauntlets.

    “We’ve had a sighting,” Rohad reported.

    Randor looked up. “What kind of sighting?”

    “Keldor. His mercenaries have been sighted in the northern regions of the Evergreen Forest, near the border of the Mystic Mountains,” Rohad continued.

    “We believe he is headed towards Point Dread,” Dekker followed up.

    “Point Dread?” Duncan questioned. “Why would anyone go to such a foul place?”

    “The fact that it is foul is exactly why he would go there.” Randor strapped his gauntlets back on. “Gather a team. Small, but enough to counter Keldor’s mercenaries. I need a fresh suit of armor and my sword cleaned.” He looked to the three crescent moons that hung in the star-filled sky. “We fly at first light.”

    Prince Randor left them then to fulfill his orders. Stewards were at his side as soon as he entered the Palace proper. They took his weapons for cleaning and replacement. He allowed them without a second thought; his objective was the royal chambers.

    He made for the nursery. He entered and passed a pair of empty bassinets. There, by the window, holding their son, was Prince Randor’s wife – the fair Princess Marlena. She looked up from the window with some suspicion; it quickly passed when she saw her husbands face.

    “You’re home,” she breathed.

    “I am.” They kissed. He leaned down and kissed his son, Adam. The baby boy slumbered quietly, safe in his mothers arms.

    “Not for long,” he then said.

    “Where are you going now? You told me that the Horde was defeated and were in retreat - ”

    Randor nodded. “Keldor has been sighted in the Evergreen Forest.”

    “Keldor.” She looked into the shadows. “You’re going after him, then?”

    “He was Hordak’s apprentice. He - ”

    She turned back to him, her expression hard and cold. “Bring him back here, Randor. Promise me. Promise me you’ll drag him into the dungeons and put him to trial.”

    Randor took a step back. He had seen much of his wife’s dark side in the past few days, but the iron hatred in her voice was startling and new. She was speaking from a place of pure agony and stern, harsh anger. Randor felt similarly, but the battle yesterday had been cathartic and left him feeling more helpless than angry.

    “I’ll be leaving at dawn. We believe he’s at the northern border of the Evergreen Forest. I’ll contact you as soon as I have news.” He touched her face. “I need my rest. As do you.”

    “Adam will need fed soon. I will stay up for a little longer.”

    “Let me see my son.”

    She handed the newborn to Randor. The prince, in his armor atop his already firm and muscled body, seemed like a giant in comparison to the fragile baby. Randor examined his son’s chubby cheeks and thin skin; his puckered lips and faded hair. He was beautiful, this prince, this son of his.

    He was worth fighting for.

    The sun rose the next morning and Randor’s orders were fulfilled. A team of twenty specialized soldiers left Eternos, spearheaded by Randor, Duncan, and Dekker. Their troop transport was flanked by four Battle-Hawks that screeched around them in a defensive posture. Randor ignored the cries and pleads of his council, who had insisted he stay at Eternos. They had given him the same warnings three days before, when he and his Royal Soldiers left to engage the Horde invaders. He reminded them that it was his field tactics and chance for improvisation that led to the end of the war and the defeat of the enemy.

    Besides, with Keldor, it was different.

    “Be on your guard,” Duncan warned the soldiers. “Keldor is extremely dangerous. He is an excellent swordsman and a powerful practitioner of the dark arts. He has had access to many dangerous substances and weapons. Those that he travels with are to be regarded just as carefully, for they are not soldiers, but mercenaries. Exiled warlords and bounty hunters and creatures whom we do not fully understand.”

    Dekker stood up with Duncan. “It’s worth noting also that we are dealing with ancient Eternian lore. There are many dark and wrong things about Point Dread. Legends speak spirits that walk its base and vile beasts that hide in its caves. Whatever Keldor is there for, it is naught for good.”

    Randor heard every word of this conversation. He toyed with his helmet. When it came to Keldor, he wondered if there was any real good left inside of him. He wondered if the man he once called brother even existed.

    (chapter one will continue in the next post)
    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: Snake Mountain stands, Wind Raider, and the Griffen

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    pretty cool Good photography on your toys too

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    (chapter one continued)

    Twilight had come and Keldor was thankful for it. He had been aware that they were being tracked for several hours and the darkness would help keep them hidden. If everything went as planned, the night’s darkness would give him the time he needed and his pursuit wouldn’t matter.

    “They’re getting closer,” snarled Beast-Man. The huge, orange-furred, white faced creature leapt onto a nearby rock. He took in several deep lungfuls of air and then jumped down next to Keldor. “Five, maybe six miles out.”

    “It doesn’t matter,” Keldor responded. His hand went to the hilt of his twin-bladed sword anyway.

    They stood at the north edge of the Evergreen Forest; massive trees stretched towards the sky above them. Huge rocks long tumbled from the mountains jutted from the earth. Creatures of the night slowly began to emerge and scurry about.

    Directly before them stood Point Dread, a steep-sided and rocky mountain. Compared to the rolling mountains around it, Point Dread was nearly bare. It was covered in nooks and crannies that were said to be haunted. There was no clear path to the top; no one had ever made it to the summit of Point Dread. Or so they said.

    Keldor wasn’t looking for the top. He was looking for the bottom. He hoped that his information hadn’t been faked. The scrolls stolen from Geldor’s vaults and the story told by Monteeg were both too good to be true . . . or so he hoped not.

    Keldor and Beast-Man were joined by others – the former aquatic warlord Mer-Man; the bounty hunter Eathos; the brilliant engineer-turned-mercenary Kronis; the lizard-like Whiplash; the crustacean Clawful; and Keldor’s witch apprentice, Evil-Lyn.

    “Here.” Keldor came to a halt, his minions behind him doing the same. Before them were two huge boulders deeply imbedded in the mountain. There was a gap between them. Keldor raised his hands and closed his eyes. He could sense magic here. Powerful magic.

    Keldor reached into his belt and retrieved a small vile. He threw it into the gap, where it shattered on the ground. Green liquid spread out quickly. Red symbols lit up all over the boulders; they were wild, chaotic, twisted symbols. Symbols of fear and warning. Keldor grinned.

    Acid ate at the ground. A magic field sizzled and faded. The symbols flickered away. Smoke billowed out of the gap, blocking any view of what was happening. After several minutes , the smoke cleared there were a set of stone steps leading under the mountain. Keldor took a step forward. The acid had done its trick.

    “Whiplash, Clawful, Beast-Man, Mer-Man – stay here and keep our guests out. Evil-Lyn, Eathos, Kronis, you three are with me.”

    Keldor led them down the stairs to a stone wall covered in ancient symbols. A skull sat in the center of the stone. So far ,the information was correct. The Sword of Darkness was behind this wall. Keldor placed his hands on the wall and began to mutter the correct spell. He could feel it vibrate, but it was not enough. Keldor reached the back of his purple harness and retrieved his Havoc Staff; a long staff with a ram’s skull on its top.

    He shouted several magic words and pressed the skull against the wall. It went from vibrating to outright shaking. Swirls of green and red energy appeared then disappeared all along the wall. The skull turned bright green, then black, then became ash and fell off the wall.

    The wall swung open and a tunnel appeared. The walls were covered in skulls and there were apparitions in the corners of their eyes. Flashes of creatures too foul and evil to really describe. Keldor ignored them all and pretended not to hear the protests of his three escorts. Were they truly afraid of illusions?

    At last, Keldor arrived at the central chamber. A large, rounded out cave that was glowing with an erie green light. Rocks littered the ground, none large enough to hide a fully-sized man. In the center of the cave, surrounded by an sheet of green light, hung the Sword of Darkness. It was black, tinged with purple, with a hilt that rose up into a pair of curls that faced out.

    “At last.”

    There was some commotion from outside. Shouting, roaring, weapons fire. Keldor had been found.

    Keldor returned his Havoc Staff to its place and instead drew forth his twin-bladed sword. He spun and saw Randor and five other soldiers following him.

    “Keldor! We have you outnumbered. Surrender now and you’ll receive a fair trial.”

    “I think not, dear brother.”

    Keldor rushed at Randor. He pulled at the hilt of his sword and the twin blades separated, becoming two swords. They crashed against Randor’s sword – the Honor Sword, a blade handed down from generation to generation, being re-forged with every new king.

    Metal scrapped against metal. Keldor was good, but Randor was better. Randor swept back from the two blades and raised his shield. He swung it up just in time to catch Keldor’s first strike. Randor jabbed at Keldor’s left hand sword and knocked him off balance enough to smash the shield against Keldor’s chest.

    Keldor rolled back, but kept his grip on the swords. Randor drew back, shield raised to his left and Honor Sword poised at his right. Keldor slid his blades together menacingly. Randor was not intimidated. He took a step forward, but Keldor flew at him, blades whipping through the air quickly. One slashed at his gut, so fast that Randor didn’t have time to move his shield. The sword cut across Randor’s armor, so no flesh touched. But Keldor moved in with the left sword and cut at the shield mechanism. It sparked on Randor’s wrist and the shield shuttered down into a orb on his wrist.

    Randor ducked and fell back, avoiding both swings of Keldor’s blades. He tossed the Honor Sword up and held against them then, tension rising between both brothers.

    “Where is she?” Randor spat. “Where is Adora? Where did Hordak take her?”

    Keldor pushed his swords firmer against Randor. He sneered. “I’m not talk - ”

    Randor kicked him in the knee, then shoved his own knee into Keldor’s exposed stomach. Keldor lost his grip on his left sword and Randor spun in with a kick to the face. Keldor sputtered back and with one powerful strike, the right one joined the left on the floor.

    “Abandon this place and never return. Do that and reveal where Hordak took Adora and how to get there. If you do these things, I will let you go.”

    Keldor blinked. “You would not.”

    “I am your brother. No matter what happened or happens, I am your brother. Swear to me. Swear it to me on our father’s sword. Tell me what I need to know. Leave this place and swear never to return and then I will let you go.”

    “You’re a fool, Randor!”

    There was a flash of light. Randor stumbled back, hand on his eyes. Keldor leapt to his feet and moved quickly the Sword of Darkness. He whispered several spells and then pushed his hand into the green energy field. It was thick, like reaching into molasses. His fingers touched the Sword of Darkness –

    As soon as they did, the green field grew red. Lightning shot through the chamber. Keldor whispered spells as fingers groped for the swords handle. The lightning grew more violent.

    Dekker took a smaller bolt to his left eye. He roared in pain as his smoke rose from the wound. A nearby soldier moved to help him, but was struck in the neck. A soldier who was fighting Kronis was hit in the legs by a larger bolt. A much larger one blasted away Kronis’ jaw and arm.

    Eathos dodged a big bolt, but received a medium sized one to both of his eyes. One Royal Soldier received a strike to the chest, killing him instantly. Another one was stuck in the stomach, killing him as well.

    Randor was hit in the knee, ripping away most of its flesh. Duncan shoved him behind a large rock just as another bolt came careening towards them.

    Randor pushed past the pain. He looked up at Keldor, whose fingers at last wrapped around the hilt of the Sword of Darkness. He drew the sword out from the energy field. All the lightning then concentrated on Keldor – specifically his face. Keldor screamed, the pitch rising higher and higher as he drew the sword out. Lightning sparked and shot into his entire head. His black hair was burning away, his flesh was melting.

    “KELDOR! LET GO!” Randor screamed.

    Keldor did no such thing. In spite of the lightning that was killing him, he kept on pulling the Sword of Darkness out. At last, the Sword of Darkness slipped free of the force field and Keldor tumbled back, screaming inhumanly as his face smoldered. The lightning had stopped, but the damage was done.

    Randor tried to rise, but his knee had him in agony.

    “Duncan – grab him!”

    Duncan rose to his feet, but a force field appeared around Keldor and the Sword of Darkness. Similair force fields materialized around Eathos and Kronis. The witch, unscratched by the lightning, stared with deep concern at the convulsing Keldor.

    A section of the wall suddenly collapsed, revealing Whiplash, Beast-Man, and Mer-Man.

    “STOP!” Prince Randor shouted. “STOP! NO! STOP!”

    Evil-Lyn gave Randor a passing glance, then ignored him. She levitated her wounded allies and leader and followed Whiplash through his man-made tunnel.

    “Stop . . .” Randor attempted, but the pain was taking over. “Stop . . .”

    The energy field faded away and the cave grew black as starless night and all Randor could hear were the agonizing cries of his men.


    Marlena awoke to the sound of the door opening. A light fell upon her, then the shadow of a man. Her man. Prince Randor, her husband, and father of her children . . . her son . . .

    Limping, Randor came to the bed. “You need to see a medic.”

    “They have me patched up for now. I’ll be seeing Healers again in an hour.” Randor’s brown eyes found Marlena’s blue ones. “I failed, my dear. We lost Adora and now we – I – Keldor is dead.”

    Marlena nodded a little and then hugged her husband hard. Randor released the Honor Sword and let it clatter to the ground.


    In the next room, at the nursery window, a falcon landed and stared intently at the sleeping form of little Prince Adam. Then, as though knowing all that had transpired and would now unfold, it cooed and sighed. After a long minute, the falcon took flight, made one more stop, then made north. Its wings carried it deep into the Evergreen Forest and into the window of Castle Grayskull.

    Once there, the falcon took the form of a woman, the Sorceress of Grayskull. And she prepared to wait.

    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: Snake Mountain stands, Wind Raider, and the Griffen

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    Oh man that was spectacular!
    Thank you for that

    Please oh please let there be a Chapter Two!

    Great work

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