A big thanks goes to those of you who are still reading and commenting on this story. I also want to give a shout out to Hazza. You got where I came up with the idea of Skeletor's sword so bravo! I hope everyone enjoys where I go from here.

Chapter 10

Adam stared at the sword in disbelief. He watched Skeletor hold it up in much the same manner that he did when he turned into He-Man. He held his breath and then noticed that Keldor was studying him intently. He lowered the sword and walked over to Adam. He gestured towards the bed, so Adam did as he suggested and took a seat on his mattress.

Keldor stood in front of him and held the sword up so Adam could see it more closely. "You seem interested in this sword," he observed. "Why?"

Adam swallowed. He surely couldn't reveal the true reason, so he was surprised at what came out of his mouth: "It looks exactly like He-Man's." Then, panic ensued—his mind raced to figure out what he else he could say. After all, if Keldor can turn into Skeletor with a sword from Castle Greyskull, then he would know He-Man was a product of another sword.

Meeting his uncle's gaze, he bit his cheek lightly before saying the first thing that made sense which popped into his mind. "Have you taken it from him?" His body relaxed as he thought, "Yes, that's a good cover."

Despite knowing the answer to his question already, he had a feeling it would lead to something he very much wanted to know, so he gave his undivided attention to the man.

His uncle didn't hesitate in the slightest to answer him. "Unfortunately, no, this is my sword."

Adam stood and walked to examine the sword even closer. "It's beautiful," he mumbled, continuing to give reasons why the Prince of Eternia would be so interested in it without revealing the actual truth.

Keldor nodded once and replied, "That, it is, Adam. But, it's more than just beautiful. It's powerful."

Adam stood as still as a statue before responding, "Yes, I see no poor craftsmanship. Whoever made it knew what they were doing."

Keldor laughed and stated with glee, "Indeed they did, Adam." He smiled at his nephew and moved away from him. "I want to let you in on a little secret, Adam. I want to show you what this sword does."

Adam sucked in a breath. This was it: the moment of truth.

Skeletor lifted the sword the same way he did and yelled, "By the power of Greyskull…I have the power!"

That cry, those words, told him everything he needed to know. The sword truly was from Castle Greyskull. That meant the Sorceress knew about this sword. She knew how he transformed. Why had she never told him? Didn't she know that information was important for him to know so he could keep his secret? Since Keldor had the ability to change just like he did, he would recognize the act.

Any slip-up he might have had all these years…Skeletor could have figured it out…

But he knew he couldn't let his anger show right now. Skeletor wouldn't understand it—he was expecting shock, which was what he would get. Adam walked in front of him and said, "So, the sword transforms you into Skeletor. It's a sword from Castle Greyskull? I heard what you said...it's unbelievable."

Skeletor nodded and replied, "It is, isn't it? Legend says that there are two Swords of Power. They had once been one, but the sword had supposedly held too much power. The Elders were convinced that the sword could make it possible for a single person to take over the entire universe, so they agreed to split it and its powers into two. It was already known at the time that there would be two wielders of the Sword of Power, but no one had suspected that it could happen at the same time until then."

Adam stared at the sword before turning back to his bed and sitting down. He ran his fingers through his hair as he bent forward. "How did you get the sword?" he asked.

He laughed a little and said, "That fool of a Sorceress gave it to my mother to give to me!"

Adam's mouth dropped open as he lifted his head to stare at Skeletor. "Why would she give it to you?"

He nodded and repeated, "Why, indeed." He moved to stand directly in front of the prince and added, "I suppose she knew it was inevitable. I was destined to carry this half of the sword."

Adam swallowed roughly and asked the question he feared. "Who holds the second?" He held his breath as he waited for an answer. If Skeletor knew he had the other sword, it would explain why Keldor had taken such an interest in him. Skeletor wanted both swords. Was it possible that one person could use both?

Skeletor laughed and exclaimed, "Why, He-Man, of course!"

He didn't know how to take that answer. Was he toying with him? Skeletor answered the question moments later.

"I don't know who the true carrier is, but I do know He-Man comes from the second Sword of Power." He glanced at Adam and stated, "I have a theory. The Sorceress told my mother that I was to carry the Sword of Power, but how did she know? What made me so special? Over the years, I did research on the Royal Family and I discovered that our family is related to King Greyskull himself." He chuckled almost happily and cried, "Don't you see? Descendants of King Greyskull are more than likely supposed to carry the Power Swords. I wonder who it could be."

Adam coughed a little and met Skeletor's gaze. The possibility of his uncle knowing was frightening, but all Adam could do was stare right back at him. It was like they were both waiting for the other to say something. It wouldn't be him. He would never voluntarily tell Skeletor that he held the other Sword of Power.

Hopefully, he didn't already know.

Regardless, he felt betrayed most horribly.