I've been thinking about this for a few days and finally decided to capitalize. If an MOTU movie were to be produced out of my vision, here's a sample of what I would have in the script. This is Skeletor's monologue. I'm certain you can guess when this would take place. Questions, comments, and/or concerns are welcome.

Peace.

The Lonliness of Evil

Keldor - So many days, weeks, months have passed I’ve lost track of how many years slipped away since we last met. The dark hemisphere leaves time to obscurity and is also the place where you and your comrades left me to die, Randor. Despite the mystery that beleaguers me every waking hour, I know with every fiber of my being the time of escape has come. As my forces gather for the moment of opportunity to do away with this prison, I can’t help but remember how this farcical banishment began.

History shows our races were constantly at odds with each other. Our mutual distaste with one another’s brethren ran deeper than skin color. Although you would be the first to admit your people had a penchant for going too far when it came to racial slurs, you’re completely blind to see the ongoing transgression you commit by taking my throne, my title, my kingdom.

The marriage of my mother to your power-hungry father King Miro was an obvious motion for a truce between our races. That’s no secret. Unbeknownst to all of us: it was the first card that fell, bringing the entire house… The house of Miro to collapse with it. Dissention among the people was just as rampant among my race as it was yours after their union. Who would’ve thought retaliation would strike as quickly as it did? It’s a pity your father wasn’t the victim, but the coming events from that moment would prove to be just as fruitful. As satisfying as it would be to blame Miro for my mother’s death; thorough investigation did yield my mother’s killer to be one of her “loyal” advisors. That same advisor was so outspoken at the mention of our parents’ union from the beginning.

One man’s selfish actions set forth a new purpose in my life. Instead of focusing on diplomatically leading my people into rulership over our beloved Eternia, I sought to understand the art of poisons, antidotes, potions and magic. I became the stain of the House of Miro by practicing Alchemy. You and your father never could appreciate the power of my findings. To be honest, I must admit to discovering the beauty in my mother’s undoing. The poison came in two parts: a trace of the compound was absorbed through her skin from a letter written by your father inviting her to a rendezvous in his chambers, the killing stroke came from the cask of aged Andrenid wine. It set off a chemical reaction inside of her that quickly spread until it left only her skeleton lying on the floor.

My mother had been accused of treason by many of her subjects. As you are well aware, our race has no tolerance for traitors. It was possibly a matter of time before someone else would’ve taken matters into their own hands.

Although I could later see your father’s intentions for my mother were deceitful after I had become quite adept with my craft, I found it all too amusing to see him try to save his own skin from the ravenous populace of this planet. The death sentence he brought down on my mother’s killer was swifter than the formation of my own plot for revenge. Certainly that man is grateful for at least not knowing my wrath. His end at the executioner’s blade was much more mercy than he deserved, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. Pity I mastered Necromancy after you banished me to this accursed Land of Shadows, Randor.

Unlike you, I must say I’m rather grateful for the loyalty of my people. If it weren’t for their uprising, my chances of inheriting the throne of Eternos would have died with my mother. The Great Unrest divided the sacred House of Miro. After so many decades of rule, it was time for it to die. Whatever happened to my “dear” step-father is anyone’s guess. I couldn’t begin to speculate what could’ve happened to him. If he truly is in self-imposed exile, Miro would have absconded with only his life to a different planet. No matter how many years I find have truly passed, his chances of returning to Eternia without stirring an assassination attempt are nonexistent.

Non-existent just like the care and support I would come to expect from a father figure while I was under Miro’s tutelage. Now, all too much like when we were younger; I truly am alone while you, your entourage and anyone else who might whimsically support you condemns me and everything I stand for.

The Great Unrest was more than just my opportunity to take the reigns of Eternia and steer her into a bright, new and prosperous direction. It was the moment all of us born with blue skin and forearm spurs made it clear we deserved to be treated equally as our frail, pink-skinned counterparts. Although my ambition clouded my judgment, I know my brethren who were slaughtered by your cowardly soldiers died with dignity. Even the ones you imprisoned will die before their spirits are broken. I hope all of this time with me being of no concern to you or your precious kingdom has not been without incident from them. Perhaps there might be a few still alive who will stand with me once I free them from the shackles of your tyranny.

Unlike my mother’s killer, you will know my wrath, Randor of the House of Miro!

My warriors grow impatient with the promise of freedom from this wasteland. I too am impatient to seek you out and wipe that smug look off your face. It’s only fitting since you literally did the same to me. The same poisonous concoction that killed my mother was created for you, step-brother. Instead, it ate away my flesh until my naked skull was all that was left of my features. It should be you looking down at your kingdom with hollow eye sockets. It should be you no longer feeling any emotion towards what he once held dear. You should be the one in exile just like your wretched father! Today, your karmic lesson begins.

During our time together, you and your father always said my ways were evil. My people lived on the edge of darkness and your race was truly destined to shine. You both would find some way to abandon me like a couple of petulant children engrossed in a petty game of hide and seek. Prepare for disappointment, Randor. You’ll no longer hide from me now.