Though Heroes Fall - Part 7Though Heroes Fall - Part 7 by omnivore7
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The Price of Power
“He lives – of that I am very sure; but his mind is lost and I cannot reach it. There is confusion – and something else, something which holds him in thralldom.” The Sorceress looked at the stolid face of Man-at-Arms before her. “The art magical at work is most surely that of Evil-Lyn. And it is grown powerful.”
“But do we know where? Lady, we cannot find him any other way – and time is against us! If you cannot help us then we are lost – and He-Man the more so!”
“I have tried; hour after hour, day after day – but I cannot find the place; she has prepared her enchantments well and drawn on some source of great power – though whence it was derived I cannot tell. I c
Poignant MemoriesAnother failure. Another chance lost at the coveted Power of the Elders. The disfigured form of the man once known as Keldor brooded stormily on his barren and dark throne for what seemed like an infinity of time. His physical wounds were of no consequence to him, but his wounded ego and pride were a different type of injury.Poignant Memories by Snowland316
Just what was it that kept him from grasping the ultimate, omnipotent power? He had often blamed his blithering idiots for warriors for his failures. Their incompetence knew no bounds and it seemed as if they were attempting to outdo themselves as to how to further disappoint their irascible lord.
Was it a lack of coordination? Skeletor pondered on the days when he was Keldor. Their ragtag group of criminals had actually earned themselves a fearsome reputation, then. The days before He-man and the other Masters were strangely nostalgic.
The skull faced overlord's musings unintentionally brought up some unpleasant reminiscences.
He was reminded of the days when the
The Dignity of PrincesThe Dignity of Princes by thepolishgirl
The Dignity of Princes
A He-Man short story, by Omnivore7
The day was hot, the water cool and the fish simply weren’t rising.
He had already nodded twice into sleep, but knew that he could not linger much longer as he was expected back at the Palace before evening; as it was he had been obliged to slide quietly away from Teela’s insistence on his catching up on the training he had missed the day before. And, given the events of the night before that, he surely had some justification to be tired – though could not share it, of course. That, after all, had been the cause of the argument – another argument – between them –
He yawned and rubbed his palms over his face. He really must rouse himself and be doing – but felt too lethargic to move. There was but one solution –
The Descent (Part One)The green, yellow-striped tiger had returned to his natural habitat. With long, graceful strides, the monstrous cat moved as though he had been reared in the jungle all of his life. However, he was actually a predator raised in the society of man and unfamiliar with his current surroundings.The Descent (Part One) by her0e
A low growl emanated, the only sign of his discomfiture.
The land was overgrown with tangled vegetation, its floor dark and uninviting due to the shelter provided by a multitude of towering trees. Sparse beams infiltrated the thick foliage, far too few to offer even a semblance of comfort. Thus, the tiger and his partner – a hulking, blond warrior – were both on guard, watchful of hidden traps and imminent attacks.
"Easy, Battle Cat," consoled He-Man.
"I'll be at ease when we're out of this underbrush," Battle Cat snarled.
The route they had chosen to travel was precarious at best, but there had been no alternative in the pursuit of Beast Man. Finding him was imperative, no matter the p
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