He-Man Finds a Seashell
A/N: Hi! I'm He-Man, the most powerful man in the universe. I hope you like my fanfiction. Please read and review.
Once upon a time, He-Man was walking along the beach. He saw a seashell on the ground, and, picking it up, said, "Hello, seashell. You are pretty. I will keep you in my pocket." He carefully put the pretty seashell in his pocket.
"Now I am not only the most powerful man in the universe, but I also own the most beautiful seashell." But with this honor there came anxiety. "What if someone tried to take my seashell?" He-Man wondered. His eyes searched the beach for hidden shell coveters. "What if someone stole my seashell?!" He-Man asked of God angrily.
Just then, a wave crashed behind him. He-Man spun around. Was it Mer-Man, launching a secret attack in hopes of stealing He-Man's seashell? Would the fiend bring his mer-blade down in a long arc, only for it to meet the supple steel of He-Man's power sword? Would then both combatants square off, encircle each other defiantly, only to close in for a lightning-quick exchange that would leave Mer-Man headless and He-Man still in possession of his shell? Would it were so. But it was only the sea, and Mer-Man was nowhere to be seen.
The thought of threats to the seashell hung heavily on He-Man's mind. He began walking back to where he had parked the Battle Ram. "Fear not, shell," he said, "I will get you to Castle Grayskull where you will be safe!"
Suddenly, a patch of colored sand in front of him did not explode to reveal Clawful! Then Clawful, who wasn't there, did not make a grab for He-Man's pocket. He-Man, surprised by Clawful's non-appearance, did not perform a sweep kick that would probably have knocked Clawful to the ground, had Clawful been there. Nor at any point did Clawful, thus prone, look up at He-Man and say, "This time, you win, champion, but next time..." and he certainly didn't scuttle away under He-Man's watchful gaze.
Having successfully negotiated that non-event, He-Man approached the dune where he had parked the Battle Ram.
"There is still great danger, seashell, but we will prevail," He-Man whispered, wondering if he was saying this for the seashell's benefit or his own. He was plagued with doubts. What if, he thought, what if this was a trap?
Could it be that Skeletor, Trap-Jaw and Beast-Man were waiting at the Battle Ram with weapons ready? Should he rush at them, deflecting their laser blasts, and then, when in range, drop kick Beast-Man? Or would it be better to grab Trap-Jaw, spin him above his head, and throw him at the other two? But oh no! What if Two-Bad had been there, hiding, and grabbed He-Man from behind in a bear hug? Perhaps then He-Man would stomp on Two-Bad's foot, escape the monster's hold, and crack its two ugly heads together. Yes, thought He-Man, I can do this.
He rounded the dune and no one was at the Battle Ram, so he drove back to Castle Grayskull with his seashell, happy in the knowledge that absolutely nothing had happened.
A/N: Hi! I'm He-Man, the most powerful man in the universe. I hope you like my fanfiction. Please read and review.
Once upon a time, He-Man was walking along the beach. He saw a seashell on the ground, and, picking it up, said, "Hello, seashell. You are pretty. I will keep you in my pocket." He carefully put the pretty seashell in his pocket.
"Now I am not only the most powerful man in the universe, but I also own the most beautiful seashell." But with this honor there came anxiety. "What if someone tried to take my seashell?" He-Man wondered. His eyes searched the beach for hidden shell coveters. "What if someone stole my seashell?!" He-Man asked of God angrily.
Just then, a wave crashed behind him. He-Man spun around. Was it Mer-Man, launching a secret attack in hopes of stealing He-Man's seashell? Would the fiend bring his mer-blade down in a long arc, only for it to meet the supple steel of He-Man's power sword? Would then both combatants square off, encircle each other defiantly, only to close in for a lightning-quick exchange that would leave Mer-Man headless and He-Man still in possession of his shell? Would it were so. But it was only the sea, and Mer-Man was nowhere to be seen.
The thought of threats to the seashell hung heavily on He-Man's mind. He began walking back to where he had parked the Battle Ram. "Fear not, shell," he said, "I will get you to Castle Grayskull where you will be safe!"
Suddenly, a patch of colored sand in front of him did not explode to reveal Clawful! Then Clawful, who wasn't there, did not make a grab for He-Man's pocket. He-Man, surprised by Clawful's non-appearance, did not perform a sweep kick that would probably have knocked Clawful to the ground, had Clawful been there. Nor at any point did Clawful, thus prone, look up at He-Man and say, "This time, you win, champion, but next time..." and he certainly didn't scuttle away under He-Man's watchful gaze.
Having successfully negotiated that non-event, He-Man approached the dune where he had parked the Battle Ram.
"There is still great danger, seashell, but we will prevail," He-Man whispered, wondering if he was saying this for the seashell's benefit or his own. He was plagued with doubts. What if, he thought, what if this was a trap?
Could it be that Skeletor, Trap-Jaw and Beast-Man were waiting at the Battle Ram with weapons ready? Should he rush at them, deflecting their laser blasts, and then, when in range, drop kick Beast-Man? Or would it be better to grab Trap-Jaw, spin him above his head, and throw him at the other two? But oh no! What if Two-Bad had been there, hiding, and grabbed He-Man from behind in a bear hug? Perhaps then He-Man would stomp on Two-Bad's foot, escape the monster's hold, and crack its two ugly heads together. Yes, thought He-Man, I can do this.
He rounded the dune and no one was at the Battle Ram, so he drove back to Castle Grayskull with his seashell, happy in the knowledge that absolutely nothing had happened.