The Skeleton Prince Returns
A SRMTHFG Fanfiction
So, the time has come again.
No, it's me, Emma, and I'm here to REWRITE this Fanfiction! As you may have noticed i have deleted the old versions of any Skeleton Prince story. I WILL update them again in time. Don't give away the ending for people who haven't read these ;)
Chapter One: Prologue
Set up high, I'm strong enough to take these dreams and make them mine.
The ground flew underneath their feet.
Mandarin was pulling Velina along on a barren desert world, away from yet another scorching defeat at the hands of the Hyperforce. Mandarin scoffed.
"My foolish brethren will soon get what's coming to them!" he yelled.
Velina nodded. "Soon we will have the perfect weapon to fight them, demon monkey. For in these ruins lies another piece to the puzzle."
They arrived to a large, ruined temple. The stone was red and glittering, and black jewels littered the ground as they moved on through. Mandarin looked around.
"Why are we here, witch?" he inquired. "These ruins have been abandoned for millennia."
"Which is exactly why we are here."
They ran into the largest temple, where a dilapidated throne stood. Behind it was a huge waterfall spewing black and red water through the whole temple, running in grooves through the floor.
Velina left Mandarin to look around as she approached the throne. She ran her hands alone the pure, sickening white of the bone it was carved from. She glanced to the right to see a book on the edge of her vision, laying on the floor with a black gem on the front. She grabbed it as Mandarin was about to, earning a glare which she ignored.
"'The Skeleton Prince'," she read aloud, reading the cover.
Mandarin screeched. "Whaat?"
Velina opened the book to read the first page.
"The Skeleton Prince is the pure embodiment of evil dark magic. A rare shadow demon who prefers the bodies of those pure of heart to possess. He has created his own line of beings to possess, reincarnated through the ages."
"So there's a prince as well?" Mandarin asked. "This Prince could be our key to destroying the Hyperforce!"
"Not likely, you freak," a new voice said.
Mandarin screeched and Velina turned to see a new figure leaning against the open archway that led outside. He casually glanced at them, face hidden by his black cloak.
Mandarin held up his claw. "Who are you?"
The figure shrugged. "I'm no one."
"What are you doing here?"
"Psh. Fool, I live here."
Mandarin paused, but still held his ground. "I ask again, who are you?"
"Don't speak to me."
"Who are you?"
The figure moved faster than he could see, and Mandarin found himself thrown into one of the grooves in the floor.
"I'll ask again, stop talking to me," the figured hissed.
Velina pointed her fingers at the figure, and they extended like vines, wrapping around his middle and holding him still.
"Who are you, boy?" Velina hissed. "How did you follow us here?"
"I told you, I live here," the boy said, shrugging. "Now let me go."
"Not likely," Mandarin said. "I bet it's the boy, here to spy on us for the Hyperforce." He approached the incapacitated figure and gripped the hood with his good hand, intent on taking the hood off. Then he screeched and backed off. "He bit me!"
"You touched me," the figured said smugly.
Velina released him and stepped back, eyeing him. "What do you know?"
"I am a humble servant of the Skeleton Prince, endowed to free my Master from his mortal prison and allow him to live free from the shackles of flesh," the figure said grandly. "If you two believe you have what it takes to aid me, I may reveal the secrets I know."
"And why would we do that?" Mandarin asked, cradling his injured hand.
"Because my Master will reward you gloriously be destroying the Hyperforce as you see fit."
Velina and Mandarin looked at each other, intrigued, then back at the figure. But he was no longer there. The sound of someone clearing their throat alerted them and they turned around to see the figure lounging on the throne lazily, watching them with disinterest.
"If you wish to seek my master you will need artifacts that he imbued with his power and scattered across the galaxy by the tainted force of light," he continued. "You will need the Shadow Shrapnel, a piece of the most powerful shadow artifact in the universe. You will need the Demon Stone, which imprisons a vital part of his spirit. And lastly, you will need Eclipse, his sword of legend, which he refuses to exist without."
He opened the book and pointed to a map on one page. "Amere, Infuego, and Hendren. Find the artifacts and bring them to the shrine."
And he vanished. The book fell to the ground with a thud.
"What do we do now?" Mandarin asked.
"We find this Skeleton Prince," Velina said, eyeing the throne. "We find the artifacts and bring him back, and he will reward us by bringing the Skeleton King back from the dead!"
Leaving the building to mount up their skeleton wyvern, they didn't notice they forgot the book, and they also didn't notice the figure that picked it up. Fingers ran over the spine, the letters on it flaring red in response.
"No…"
Whoo, definitely better than the old one.