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Where You Need To Be – Prologue
By
Celgress
A Pocket Dimension assigned to Universe 7531
The Throne Room of Oberon and Titania supreme rulers of the various pantheons that mortal beings call gods were unusually busy. Seated side by side upon elaborate thrones of shimmering iridescent crystal they presided over a meeting with four of their "children", although in truth one of the entities could best be termed a nephew. As the only surviving, or else active, Fae of their generation, which included such luminaries as Chronos, Gaia & Ptah, the task of leadership was theirs by right hard fought for and won at great cost. Given present circumstances however they might have wished otherwise.
"They must be punished for their impertinence great uncle, great aunt," Mephisto raged standing before the dual thrones. "Mortals can not be permitted to interfere in our affairs without terrible consequence."
"We concur with our cousin our Lady, our Lord." The Weird Sister said in unison from their position beside Mephisto. Their lovely faces contorted with rage. "These overpowered, arrogant mortals should be punished."
"What form do you suggest their punishment take?" Titania asked casually while her pink eyes surveyed the four with annoyance.
The eternal empress of goddesses was clad in a pink and dark red outfit complete with gold cape & belt. An observer might easily assume by the style of her clothing she was a sexy genie straight out of the Arabian Nights. The pale green skin of her taut midsection along with her above average cleavage was left tantalizing display. Titania's long pink hair fell to her waist from underneath a golden skull cap which left her pointed ears clearly visible.
"Trial but ordeal," Mephisto answered without hesitation. More than a hint of malice detectable in his voice and expression. His cousin eagerly voiced their agreement. "They are presently in the grip of Avalon's aura. Use the power of our ancestral homeland to enact judgment upon them." He finished in a his voice low and ominous.
"Why not enact 'judgment' upon these mortals yourselves?" Oberon asked narrowing his blue eyes.
Unlike his consort, Oberon's form was fully covered from head to toe. He wore red, black & gold striped armor which left oonly his pale blue hands bare. A high collared white cape completed his regal appearance. His white hair was tied back in a shoulder-length ponytail. Like Titania he possessed long pointed ears.
"We cannot my lord," Mephisto said his head hung low in shame. A pose mimicked by his cousins. "They tricked us into an oath that we would not molest any of them in any way moving forward."
"I see," Oberon said unimpressed. "You wish us, as rulers of creation, to intervene on your behalf. Am I correct?"
"Yes," The four said.
"We are aware of Aron's plot against magic and your roles in it," Titania said crossing lazily her long legs one over the other. The four made ready to defend themselves verbally but Titania silenced them with but a wave of her hand. "Still, you have demonstrated to us a salient point. These particular mortals, these 'superheroes', could in time pose a significant threat should their intentions become hostile towards either us or the order of creation."
"They could my darling," Oberon said. He stroked his prominent chin thoughtfully "Perhaps a test is indeed in order."
"We are of one mind my dear," Titania said. "It is agreed. We shall enhance the aura of Avalon. The 'superheroes' within shall remain trapped between the mortal realm and that of Avalon until such time as they prove worthy of freedom, assuming they ever do. Each place they visit and action they take while part of the loop will count towards either their continued imprisonment or should they prove pure of heart, their eventual release."
"Thank you," Mephisto said with a grin which was mirrored by each the Weird Sisters
"Go," Oberon commanded. "Your punishment will be determined at a later date." With bows the four vanished in three swirls of blue light and one orange-red swirl. Oberon turned to Titania. "Uatu the last Watcher of Avalon, along with his wayward nephew Arnon, is gone. Our creators are no more. The place of our birth has been left unguarded. This is a grievous development." Sorrow filled his voice when he spoke of the now all but extinct Watchers.
"What of the renegade Watcher Zordon who for long centuries called Eltar his abode?" Titania said turning to meet Oberon's gaze with her own. "Could he yet live?"
"I know not, my darling," Oberon confessed. "In either case, Avalon cannot be left undefended. To do so is to risk untold disaster. Aron's attack proves as much."
"What do you suggest my dear?" Titania asked.
"The time has at last arrived for the Gathering," Oberon announced.
"I agree," Titania said. "Home is our place now. Although, I suspect many of our children and other relations will be less than pleased by our decree."
"They always are whenever we take a stand regarding any matter that affects the family." Oberon could not help but chuckled.
"Only one question remains." Titania said. "When do we sound the call?"
"Soon, my darling, soon." Oberon said.
To Be Continued
