Identity Crisis
After the defeat of King Hiss and Serpos three weeks ago, a time of quiet had descended on all of Eternia. Well... all of Eternia except for King Randor, who found himself pursuing the corridors and arguing loudly with an ever-present piece of air that seemed to be named Adam. "Adam! Why must you run from everything? If not battle, it is responsibility! When I find you I'm going to... to..." Randor clenched his fists and let out a roar as he passed a guard he failed to notice.
The young man remained stoic until he found himself in the King's blind spot, when he broke forth with a grin and shook with silent mirth. It was common to see the King upset with Adam, who was not a piece of air but in fact, his son. Now a young man of eighteen, the crown prince appeared to be for all intents and purposes, completely useless. However, many of the guardsmen had had suspicions about the true nature of Randor's son. They had been confirmed early that morning when a squadron of new guards had appeared. The oldest, a strapping man in his early twenties, had been overheard speaking with Mekanek. He told the master that Adam had asked them to come, and he would appreciate it if Captain of the Guard Teela were not told just yet.
Many of the inhabitant's of Eternos Palace had long suspected that their Prince was simply not ready to tell his father, and the Captain of the Guard (who was often missing Adam as well), what he was doing when he could not be found. Those suspicions had turned to rumors, some of which were not so nice, when the heir to the throne of Eternos had begun to disappear for unusually long periods of time. Over the last two weeks the Prince had been gone for days on end more than once. It was obvious to everyone but Randor and Teela that Adam was putting a plan into action. The young guard turned to look out a window, wondering if the Prince's plan would keep him away from the palace again tonight.
"Duncan," the King spoke, as he walked into the workshop of his Man at Arms, "have you seen Adam today?"
"No, I haven't," Duncan responded, looking up from his latest piece of work. He watched Randor worry his beard, then absentmindedly flick away a whisker that came loose. "Frankly, I'm surprised."
EvilLyn turned her headdress about in her hands, pondering how best to solve a most pressing dilemma. She needed to bring Hordak back from Despondos, but was it possible with his sanctuary destroyed? "Best to look into the past to discover the future," she spoke quietly to herself. She waved a hand back and forth, chanting. "Memories of this living sphere, to me only will you show, in picture stark and clear, the history that I wish to know." Images formed like a mist, blocking out the desolate landscape before the witch. After a moment she knew when she was watching. It was six years after the disappearance of the Council of Elders.
Skeletor had been acting strangely for, well, years at that point. In the last few weeks he had begun arguing with himself at the strangest times. And not the normal debate over which next big plan was the best. Now he had ripped his hood to shreds and was yelling that he hadn't signed up for this. He was silent for a moment, then glared fiercely at his faint reflection on the Great Wall. Suddenly, the blue man was sucked forcibly into the wall itself.
The mist reformed into the Eternos Atrium Foyer. Evil Lyn only recognized the room from a description she had heard one man telling another. It was made of warm golden hues of stone; pillars lined one side of the room. The front and pillared side of the room bore giant windows. A small door on the back wall linked the room to the palace proper, while fantastically large doors opened onto an equally large terrace that welcomed the people of Eternia.
The view was toward the monolithic outside doors, which were open. Sun shone in from the doorway and the windows covering two walls. A long table was set up in the center of the room. King Randor and Queen Marlena sat in comfortable chairs, backs to the doors. Two blonde toddlers played on the floor; one had a cropped shock of rugged hair on top of his head, the other had chin length ringlets cross pinned behind her ears. The little boy looked sharply up at the curtain to the left of the entry. His sister immediately stopped crawling after the ball that was rolling away, suddenly sitting. She placed a hand on her brother's left foot.
AN: If you want more you're gonna have to review. One word is enough. And if anyone has any ideas for improvements to EvilLyn's spell I'm all ears. I'm trying to make it sound like the ones in MOTU200X. And I have nothing against the old cartoon it's just a little too corny for me to work with. And hey, it wouldn't be good if it wasn't corny ;)
