By Orkoad
Based on characters and situations created and/or owned by mattel toys, filmation, Parafrance Communication, Lou Scheimer, Larry DiTillio and John Proft
Chapter one: dark days ahead
The universe has changes. He-man, hero of the planet eternia has traveled to the future, to protect the Tri-solar galaxy. Meanwhile the rest of hero's of both Eternia and Etheria have had to make dew without the most powerful man in the universe. Meanwhile, Hordak, the leader of the evil hord has been called back to Hord world to work with his master, hord prime, to work out a plan to take control of skepetor's operation now that he too had disappeared into the future.
Eternia has lived peacefully since these changed occurred, but things on Etheria, are a far different matter.
C'yra found herself wandering the dark dingy halls of the fright zone, the electric hum buzzing almost deafening, the countless wires and cables stretched across the walls like the veins of a living creature. She found herself in her crimson nightgown, her raven hair tickling her back as she found herself running down the endless maze of hallways.
"You are alone c'yra, you belong to the hord, no one else." an ominous, robotic voice called out from all directions as she ran. She looked up, seeing nothing but the endless black/red sky like ceiling that reminded her always of death. Still she ran, her bare feet feeling sore and dirty against the cold floor. Then, as if someone switched a channel in her minds eye, she suddenly found herself in the throne room. She felt her heart sink in her chest as her eyes looked up to the throne room that stretched out far beyond her field of vision. As her eyes followed the massive throne down, it started to turn, and there he sat, the one man she once had feelings for, long ago when she was nothing more than a little girl, an orphaned princess from the tri solar galaxy, and he had a very sinister smile on his face.
"Ah, catra," He said with a pig like snarl, "you are no longer needed, I have my perfect force captain back." The man said, raising his arm, and a tall blond woman came out from behind the throne, walking sultry to his side, her arm sliding up his shoulder to caress his back, a sinister smirk on her face that c'yra had never seen before, one that made her seem quite unlike herself.
"H.. hordak.. p.. .Please.." C'yra said, unable to keep a cat like growl from joining her sentence. The woman's free hand reached to a blaster that hung in the holster around her hips, her read body suit and flowing golden hair showing the normally breathtaking figure of the woman, although, with the sadistic smirk on her face, the look in her brilliant blue eyes giving her a much less attractive appearance.
"My master has spoken, your services are no longer required." She said as she pointed the blaster at c'yra, and pulled the trigger, a beam of red light erupting from the barrel.
Catra sat up, gasping, looking around to see her room, the only home she'd known for over 10 years. She was in the fright zone, her bedsheets laying on the floor, apparently having been kicked off during her slumber. She gasped, looking around, seeing her red head dress sitting on her night stand, the two green eye holes staring back at her as she looked down at it. She grabbed it, and held it close to her chest, still struggling to catch her breath.
"C'yra..." She said aloud to herself. She knew the name, it never really left her, but she was no longer that person, she was catra now. She had pushed her past, her childhood away long ago, and until now never wanted to return there. She looked down at her head dress, as if it were an old friend she could come to with her problems, but she knew better, the mask was just that, a mask, a tool with which to do battle with, to defeat her enemy's for the glory of the hord. She was no fool like her predecessor, that fool turned rebel. She thought back on the woman in her dream, the woman she hated more than any other, and wondered why she hated her so much.
Was it that hordak was constantly obsessed with bringing her back into the hord, or atleast punishing her for leaving. Catra could not deny that she would enjoy seeing adora of the house of randor suffer, but was it just that, or was she simply afraid she would return, take back the position she herself, the mighty catra, had worked so hard to secure for herself.
She suddenly jumped a little as the communicator blared to life on the counter next to her bed.
"Force captain catra, Trooper 2754 reporting." the voice called out from within the communicator. She felt a cat like growl escape her lips as she clasped the communicator and spoke into it.
"Catra hear, merow... What is it trooper, it is very late."
"I'm sorry force captain, but we've captured one of the rebels on hordak's most wanted list, and with him off world you are the one to report such things to." Catra felt her cheeks rise as a crooked smile formed.
"Excellent, merow... I'll be right down."
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Perfuma groaned as she sat up in a cold brick room, not a single sliver of light. She felt her face to find a wet substance on it. She followed the trail of liquid to the gash somewhere mixed in her frazzled blond hair. She winced as she heard the piercing screech of the cell door opening, and a small beam of light cascading into the room. She lifted her arm, shadowing her eyes to keep the light from blinding her as two figures walked into the room.
" So.. perfuma, are you enjoying your stay in the fright zone?" A haggered old woman's voice asked with a sinister tone. Perfuma fought the urge to growl in anger.
"I'll be out of here before the end of the day." Perfuma replied in anger, her angry tone was suddenly replaced by the sound of her own screaming, she felt her shoulder, feeling the fresh wound on her shoulder. She looked dback at the two shadowed women, to see the other woman wielding a long whip.
"Merow, you will talk perfuma, I tire of you rebels roaming this planet under foot, you will answer our questions, now, where is princess adora, why has she been absent in the recent months?" Catra's enraged voice asked in anger, gripping her whip in both hands, twisting it as if she were ready to explode.
"You'll never get anything out of..." perfuma was interrupted by another savage slap from the whip, then another, and another. In a matter of minutes, perfuma's body was speckled in deep cuts and tattered clothing.
"Talk rebel, I will not ask again." Catra said evenly. Perfuma felt a tear of pain trickle down her cheek, she was feeling something she couldn't remember feeling in years, fear.
"Sh... She's on eternia, h.. He-man disappeared months ago.. She's helping to protect eternia while he's away." Catra's eyes widened, some how visible in the darkness.
"purrrrfect, that mean's she can no longer interfere in hord business, we must act fast while she is gone." Catra said with a smile as she looped her whip together, obviously finished with her beating. She hooked the whip to a small loop on her belt and headed for the door.
"Catra, what about her." The other woman asked, her voice ragged with the appearance of old age.
"We have no further use for her, shadow weaver, dispose of her." Catra replied. Perfuma's eyes widened in terror, watching in frozen fear as she watched shadow weaver's fingers rise and point at her, and then everything went black, and perfuma breathed her last breath.
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Meanwhile, deep in the darkest caverns of a caslte, far in another world, a tall woman, wearing a feathered head dress, matching feathered corset that tightly wrapped around her slender frame, and a bright orange cloak of feathers, found herself staring at one of the many massive mirrors in the dark room deep in the massive castle. She said nothing, her flawless features giving her the appearance of a woman far younger than she truly was. She pressed her slender fingers against the mirror, as if seeing something threw her mind instead of threw the mirror itself.
Moments past, and there was a sudden flash of images, a boy from an alien world lost somewhere on the far of planet of etheria, a great and powerful hero broken and beaten, half dead. The royal palace of Eternia burned to charred ashes, and threw it all, a skull, a stained yellow skull, somehow alive, and laughing.
The woman gasped, as if she somehow felt death caress her cheek. She turned, looking down the dark hallway that lead outward, horror in her eyes, a fear she had never known, because the universe had never before been in such danger.
"Skeletor will return." She said, not wanting to believe her own words.
End of chapter
Next chapter: The boy who fell from earth