The commander continued to walk through the dense woods, unable to ignore the amount of power he sensed from the Unholy King. After all this time his magic had reawakened, reminding him of what he had given up so long ago. Hordak's veins bulged with the familiar energy, ready to cast a spell at any given moment. It compelled him.
How he hated the feeling.
Magic. Such a disgusting word; it brought too many unwanted memories.
How things have changed. Although change was something Hordak was used to. Many years back his people on Horde World would have never even dreamed of conquering other planets. In fact they fought each other like most living beings. It didn't matter how advanced their technology was; people were still people. They argued, they fought, and they went to war.
Finally near the end of the forest Hordak stopped and looked at where his journey had led him. SpikeHeart.
This was turning out to be a wonderful day.
Hordak quickly hid behind one of the trees in case a Troll spy was scouting the area. Damn it. Of all the places he had to be right now, it had to be here.
Trolls weren't stupid, that much Hordak knew. When he attempted to conquer Etheria so long ago, SpikeHeart was one of his first targets on the new world. The Trolls knew of his presence and had planned an attack that proved to be more than effective against his troopers.
In a nutshell he vowed to not attack SpikeHeart until he had conquered all of Etheria.
The commander couldn't stay in the forest; it would only be a matter of time before someone found him. And if he was truly in SpikeHeart then there wasn't another place to lay low for miles. Time was short.
Hordak swallowed his pride and sat on the ground.
It always ended up this way, with some obstacle preventing him from success (albeit there was little chance of success to hide from the Unholy Kings). The tyrant closed his eyes, hoping to think of a way out of this mess. His fingers moved inwards and outwards restlessly as Hordak sat. The energy inside him that laid dormant for so many years yearned to be released. After all the work he put into, after all those years of suppressing his energy; one moment had rekindled this unwanted ability. A spell, he needed to cast a spell.
Hordak clenched his fists.
He wouldn't give in, not to magic. Not again.
Not many others knew that the Horde Commander had been on Etheria before and he preferred it that way. When his brother took his rightful place as the Horde Prime, Hordak saw no advantage to his rule. Horde Prime wanted to conquer the entire universe but the idea seemed near impossible. Hordak believed that it was the end of the Horde Empire and he did not want to witness it's downfall.
He managed to escape his brother and cast a spell to get him out of thie doomed dimension. Out of random he had arrived on the planet Etheria where the great wizard Noah took him in. Noah was a good teacher and friend. He taught Hordak advanced magic and how it could easily corrupt one.
The tyrant scoffed at the memory.
Magic was not the only thing capable of turning one towards evil.
Hordak had promised Noah that he would never use his magic for evil and remained true to the ways of justice. In a sense Hordak had never broken that promise; he didn't use his own magic for evil.
Though he also didn't remain true to Noah's definition of justice.
Hordak's brother eventually found him and then everything changed. In the end magic had never turned Hordak to evil, it was technology. The wondrous and reliable technology. For many years he practiced and studied magic but there was always something that had bothered him. Magic did not always do what it was supposed to do. One wrong word or unclear phrase could change the spell entirely. Instead of a fire charm one could accidentally create a swarm of rabbits; it was ridiculous.
There was no way of truly understanding magic and Hordak knew that there never will be.
No matter how perfectly he had mastered a certain spell there was always a chance that it could go wrong. Not to mention that it was extremely annoying to think of a rhyme each moment you needed to cast a spell. These facts had always bothered Hordak and stayed in the back of his head, until his brother's arrival.
There were other reasons as to why Hordak re-joined Horde Prime but, technology played a large role. If a machine had malfunctioned it could easily be repaired to work again. When an appliance was programmed for a certain task, it would fulfill that task until it was completed.
This Hordak could rely on, this thing called technology he could control.
Unlike magic.
He didn't want to go down that road of uncertainty again. Hordak gritted his teeth. He had to be strong but the tyrant knew he would lose. Technology couldn't help him out of this situation. If the Trolls saw any piece of metal or wire then they would attack without mercy (not that anyone on Etheria would blame them). Etheria was a world of magic, not technology. Machines would stand out and sadly Hordak needed to blend in. His body needed to cast a spell.
That was it.
The Commander stood up and raised his hands.
"Don't get any ideas
My heart is still as black as coal
I will regret this later
But please turn me into a Troll."
Hordak felt the energy burst, escaping from its cold prison, and surround him. The tyrant cringed as he felt his body transform, it had been too long since he had done this. Hordak grew taller and wider, his skin stretched. Bones began to crack as he felt his fangs broaden his jaw. Hordak clenched his eyes shut; it shouldn't be this painful. He had to remember to stay calm. Only novices could feel the pain of a transformation spell (then again considering how many years he had not used magic Hordak might as well have been a novice).
Eventually the Commander managed to remain calm.
His body finally got used to the change and the pain subsided. The Commander could not see for sure if the spell had truly changed him but, at this point he had no choice but to trust his instinct. His body felt normal again, for now. Even though he had fulfilled his desire to cast a spell it was only a matter of time before he would have to cast another.
Hordak looked at his hands. They were much larger than his normal ones and felt much more powerful. Troll hands. They had to be.
"You!" a voice demanded. "Show yourself!"
Hordak froze, a Troll had found him. The gargled accent was unmistakable.
The tyrant took a breath and revealed himself from behind the tree. It appeared that two troll guards had found him. Each one clothed in traditional armor, with metals and stone only found in SpikeHeart. The guards had a look of surprise on their faces and Hordak managed to see his reflection in their armor.
It worked. He was a Troll.
How he was reduced to such a species. If any of his enemies or allies could see him in this state they would no doubt have had a celebration for the humiliation he felt. Imagine the great Hordak forced to use magic to disguise himself as a Troll.
The guards lowered their weapons.
"What are you doing out here? Don't you realize that the forest is Horde territory?," one Troll accused. "Get away from there before you are discovered!"
The irony was agonizing.
"Yes," Hordak nodded trying to ignore the unpleasant change in his voice, "it won't happen again."
The tyrant walked away from the edge of the forest near the two guards. Both Trolls stood defiant, eyeing the Commander.
One faced Hordak, "What reason do you have for entering the forest and why is it that you are dressed this way?"
He blinked. Even though Hordak could transform his body he did not have enough energy to conjure clothing. At this point all he had on was his old Horde "suit" (without the chest armor) since his metal boots were shattered during the transformation.
"I was curious about the Horde and hoped to gather information for the rebellion. Although, I ran into some soldiers along the way and my armor was destroyed during the encounter. As you can see I made it out barely alive."
It seemed like a good enough lie. Hordak still retained a few injuries and his body was still dirty from his experience in the woods.
A guard glared at him, "You should know better than to go near the Horde, if we cause trouble then they will come after us again!"
Hordak almost scoffed.
He wouldn't make that mistake again, at least not so soon.
"You are right", the tyrant spoke as if he was truly ashamed. "I will not leave SpikeHeart. Though the Horde didn't seem to notice me and since my armor was destroyed I doubt they know a Troll had been in the area."
The other guard grunted, "The rebellion may be our allies now, but that doesn't mean we risk our people's lives just to help them!"
"What is done is done," the first Troll declared. "And as long as he does not go near the Horde again there should be no problems."
Hordak nodded in agreement, trying to get away from the guards. It was bad enough that he was discovered.
The other Troll looked at his comrade and then at Hordak, "You! I will take you back to the cavern myself. I don't want to risk you leaving the area without Lord Ago's permission!"
There wasn't much else for the tyrant to do but agree and let him lead the way. Hordak held back a smirk. Even though this wasn't a part of the plan, SpikeHeart might be the best place for him to hide right now. SpikeHeart lacked the many needed resources that Etheria had and the offensive reputation of the Trolls might keep this place free from the Horde for a while. Perhaps the Unholy Kings won't attack the area for a few days.
All he could do was hope.
Hordak grunted while following the guard towards the misshapen mountain of the Trolls.
First magic and now hope. Everything he had given up all those years ago was haunting him once again. The entire day had proven itself to be a walk through memory lane. Hordak couldn't stop thinking about Noah, or his brother and how everything used to be before the Horde Empire had been created. As much as the tyrant wanted to blame these nostalgic feelings on magic he knew that a part of the cause was because of his current position in life. No longer was he the great Horde Commander, brother to the Horde Prime, but now he was a mere magician again with a few ties to technology.
There was no place for him.
That was certain. Hordak clenched his fists not caring whether the guard would question his frustrated look. There was no place to go. Was it going to be like this for the rest of his life, attempting to hide from the Unholy Kings and his brother? How can one live that way in fear for their whole lives? It was impossible. Hordak was not a true warrior and his definition of honor was twisted. No one could accept the previous Horde Commander; he was better off remaining his last days in disguise. How long could he hide in the Troll's realm until the Unholy Kings decided to attack? The tyrant knew the Trolls would lose, but hopefully no one would find him.
Hope.
Everything had changed so quickly.
Both the guard and Hordak stood in front of the large doors that led inside the mountain. The Commander had never gotten so far into SpikeHeart to witness the village of the Trolls, but there was little reason to observe his surroundings. It wasn't like he would use this information to help conquer the Trolls. Nothing really mattered now. The doors opened but Hordak paid little attention to it. He followed the Troll guard inside and stared at the vast amount of tunnels. There easily could have been a hundred openings in which many Trolls walked in and out of.
Hordak paced closely behind the guard.
A trooper long ago managed to see inside the mountain and barely described the architecture. From what the tyrant remembered, the trooper had not seen any Trolls and then a few seconds later the signal had been destroyed. Considering the amount of tunnels on each wall, the Trolls could easily hide from any foe. Though if they plan to use this strategy against the Kings, then there was little chance of success.
No one could hide from an Unholy King; Hordak was probably a fool for even thinking of such a possibility.
"Here," the guard looked at him, "I will take you to the armory, you seem to be strong. Get what you need and return to your post."
Hordak raised a brow but agreed none the less. He did mention that he had armor when he spoke to the Trolls before, so now he had to become a guard as well? Either way the tyrant did need new armor and badly. His bare back would be an easy target for any enemy (if he happen to run into anyone) and without his metal boots Hordak's feet ached tremendously. Many Trolls do not have foot wear since their skin becomes so used to the rough, rocky ground that there is little need for any protection there. Though there were some who did wear warrior sandals made of rock and thin metal, perhaps he would find some.
Tunnel after tunnel, everything looked the same.
To the naked eye it was almost impossible to tell the difference between each cave. They all looked the same; each opening and wall was rough and completely held together with clay and rock. It was baffling as to how the guard could navigate so well through the tunnels. If Hordak had planned to conquer these people then there was no way he could have defeated them in SpikeHeart; his troopers were so inefficient that they would explode out of frustration if they walked through this mountain.
For awhile the Horde Commander believed that his escort was lost but eventually the two ended up in a completely round room full of weapons and armory. Trolls needed little protection, but one couldn't be too careful. Shields, spears, chest armor, leg armor, gauntlets; each decorated the walls of this unusual room.
And from what Hordak could tell, this wasn't the only armory.
They had passed by many rooms earlier that held similar weapons, but it seemed that each space had a different purpose. Hordak stared at the weapons indifferently. It was strange to him that these people thought that they could stand up to such technology with only spears and shields. Such primitive weaponry made the Commander grimace. For a world with such powerful magic, it was awkward to see people with these prehistoric (maybe even medieval) weapons and customs. Hordak couldn't see himself getting used to this. This metal should be melted down and made into machines for the Horde; it's not like these flimsy things could protect them forever.
"Take your pick, but hurry." the guard grunted as he started to leave the room. "Lock up the place when you are done."
Finally the guard had left him alone and the room grew silent. There wasn't much to choose from, but at this point he had no right to be picky. Hordak still needed to get over the fact that he was actually inside Troll territory. If this spell ever ran out then all hell would break loose. The Commander glared at the ceiling. How he hated the uncertainty that magic provided; there was no way of telling how long this charade could last. Hordak then looked around the room and began to pick out his new armor. The tyrant found leather armor for the front of his body with a metal shoulder blade (on his right shoulder) decorated with sharp spikes. Due to SpikeHeart's lack of resources most protection came from their leather armor.
"As if such a weak material could block a barrage of bullets and lasers", the tyrant mused.
The right side of the wall held various calf and thigh covering. Similarly to the chest plate, most were made of leather or other metals. Hordak walked closer to the wall. Due to Hordak's ability to re-shape his body parts into technology, the tyrant's skin usually did not need much protection. Although since these Unholy Kings (if their reputation proved to be true) could tear him apart with their bare hands, it would be best for him to cover as much of his body as possible. Hordak eventually saw a pair of pants that were mostly covered in armor. The thigh and the calf of the left leg were covered in segmented armor (a few spikes adorned the sides). On the contrary, the right thigh was only leather while his calf was also covered in metal armor.
After Hordak changed (A/N sorry NeoNix, he is no longer speedoman) he gathered two long gauntlets to cover his forearms (though his left arm was covered more with armor since the shoulder blade only covered his right shoulder). Eventually the tyrant had found warrior sandals large enough for his feet. It annoyed him that his entire foot wasn't covered but he had to make due. Lastly Hordak tied a large belt around his middle with a few pouches on its side. The tyrant didn't know what he would put in the bags but it never hurt to be careful.
Hordak looked at himself through a shield in the room.
He held back a chuckle.
One could easily mistake the commander for soldier ready to go into battle. His armor covered most of this troll body, protecting it from whatever may come. Even though the garments might not last through a battle against any Horde adversary, it was better than nothing. Hordak walked out of the room and pressed his hand against the wall near the opening. While being led by the guard he had noticed the Troll's sense of control over their mountain. It was a good bet that they used magic, but there was no way of telling for sure. Hordak put more pressure on the wall and the opening was sealed.
Maybe it was magic.
Hordak began to venture through the tunnels blindly. What should he do now? The tyrant thought about following the Troll's orders and stand guard somewhere, but where was he supposed to go? Each cavern looked the same since there weren't any markings or signs to tell where he was going. It seemed near impossible to tell where he was.
Knowing this Hordak use one of the spikes on his armor to create a scratch so that he knew he had been through a certain tunnel. It was a child's method of navigation, but that's all he could do at this point. The Trolls knew how to build a fortress.
Before Hordak continued to mark the last tunnel he noticed a large door before him. The opening itself was not any mere tunnel entrance, but in fact a very ornate entry adorned with various metals that did not seem foreign to SpikeHeart. Hordak looked closely at the door and noticed that it had been left open ajar. The tyrant glanced around in case a Troll would notice him, but predictably there were none to be seen.
"Sire," called a Troll, "there was a large battle near the Sea of Sigh!"
The Sea of Sigh?
Hordak stared through the door and confirmed that it was King Ago's throne room he was looking at. The Troll King had a reputation similar to that of his people, but the tyrant knew of how cunning he could be. Ago proved to be much trouble to the Horde and his power was something that Hordak did not want to face at the beginning of his conquest. The Troll who had spoken to Ago surprisingly did not have the traditional armor of his people; instead he wore earth colored robes with symbols of the Troll Empire on them.
"That is Horde territory," King Ago spoke with interest. "Were any rebels injured?"
The other being hesitated. What ever he needed to say, it wasn't an easy feat.
He sighed with regret, "This wasn't a rebel battle my King, at least we hope it wasn't. There was a report that a single being had destroyed an entire Horde Fleet. We believe that there were no survivors."
The Tyrant listened in shock. Octavia's fleet guarded the Sea of Sigh, was she killed so easily? Yes. If the power he had sensed earlier belonged to an Unholy King, then it was very possible. Hordak clenched his now large fists. There was no hope now, Octavia was most likely dead. So the cause of the massacre is the power that reawakened his magic; he suspected as much. Only an Unholy King could be so strong. Octavia's home planet was ruled by the Unholy Kings; there was little doubt that she tried to take them on.
What a pitiful thought.
"One warrior destroyed an entire Horde Fleet? Only She-ra has that type of power, but she would not use it to kill," Ago perceived. "Who else could be so strong?"
"Perhaps this is a good sign my king, since this person attacked the Horde they might be allies rather than enemies," the other Troll spoke.
"I would expect more out of my Advisor, Gla-dak," the king beamed. "Even if this being was against the Horde they would have at least tried to save a few lives in the process. No, I do not think this is an ally. If that is correct then there is only one power that can help us and unfortunately this involves a promise I must break."
Ago paused.
"This power can change the tide of the war and if this being is a foe (as I believe he is) then we may need to take drastic measures," the king saw the confusion in Gla-dak's face. "Gla-dak, meet me in the conference room in an hour. I will speak in further detail when we are alone."
The tyrant's eyes (though not his own at this point) glistened in interest. A power that could change the tide of the war? He grinned. Perhaps it will be strong enough to dispose of the Kings and gain his position back on Etheria! Gla-dak bowed to his king and started to walk towards the door. Hordak hid in the closest tunnel to the door. The tyrant cracked his knuckles in anticipation. It was time to cast another spell.
The king would only speak with Gla-dak, and that is who he would get.
When one looks upon an enemy, they usually believe that the biggest and strongest looking one is the most deadly. What a pitiful assumption. Arch-Arach shifted as he stood listening to MagiTek and Weaver speak. His eyes struck fear in most beings, but he knew better. Arch-Arach was strong, he looked very strong. The Unholy King's lower body resembled a giant arachnid while his upper body bulged with muscle that could rival He-man's physique (A/N his face is similar to MYP webstor).
It burned the dictator think that someone was stronger than him.
Especially since he had ties with three of them.
Before the creature served the Horde he had ruled a few planets beforehand. Feared by many, Arch-Arach grew his own little reputation over the years. For a while he lived in the lap of luxury that was offered to him and him alone. He served no one, he killed nearly everyone, and betrayed any ally that foolishly believed to be his equal. Those days the arachnid thought that no one could challenge his power, until he had heard of the Horde.
Arch-Arach had at first intended to betray Horde Prime, but ended up joining him. Such a demonic power, it couldn't have been real. The amount of fear Arc-Arach felt was humiliating and drastically lowered his ego. MagiTek, Lily (Holly), and Dragora; he stood no chance against them. They looked weak! They had almost no muscle, but so much power.
It was sickening how pathetic the King was in comparison.
Arch-Arach had given the Horde Prime all the worlds he had conquered in exchange for a high rank in the Horde. Though he was still able to conquer worlds, live in luxury, and torture as many beings as he wished; never again did he feel as powerful as he did before he met the Horde. Arch-Arach stood in silence and frustration. There was so little he could do to help the others in their conquest; it was pathetic. Though he would follow any orders they would give him.
In comparison, Arch-Arach stood no chance against his 'comrades.'
"MagiTek," Shadow Weaver spoke, "there is a problem with the rebels. It is the main reason as to why we have not completely conquered Etheria. The Whispering Woods is a vast and powerfully guarded area. It will not allow those with a dark heart to enter. It's magic has aged far too long for me to tamper with it's protection spell; it has proven to be a very difficult obstacle to bypass."
Magitek twisted his expression into what one would consider a smile if they squinted. "Yes, Miss Lightspinner, I know all about the history of this world. "
Shadow Weaver fumed inside over conflicting emotions. Normally, anyone in the Horde who dare spoke her original name would be vaporized. However, here she would make an exception.
"Lest you forget, I am head of all the intelligence gathering networks in the horde, although most of my knowledge of this world comes from personal research." Magitek floated his thin frame, covered mostly by his cloak, over to a holoprojector.
"The whispering woods are protected by a four-dimensional sage algorithm, common in most of the few remaining texts from the time of the first ones. "
On the projector, an image of the whispering woods appeared in a mass of green waves, weaving in and out of each other, almost looking like a solid dome that formed a sphere whose diameter was at the woods' surface. "These waves you see are, in essence, the barrier that separates us from these woods, although to simply call it this would be a disservice to their amazing magical engineering. "
Magitek's grin grew wider and more noticeable as he continued, his face visibly gleaming with pride. " Simply Beautiful, are they not? A seemingly flawless feat wherein a perfect sanctuary is created for all those who the first ones deemed noble and pure of heart. "
The other Horde members, Arch-Arach most noticeably, tried their best not to groan.
"But, as with many things in this life, it is a wall of silk. So beautiful, yet so easily fooled. The forest protects itself with the woven magic, while this magic flows into the forest creatures, enabling them to fool machines with no hearts. So, in essence, the forest incontrovertibly protects from two groups. Those with dark Hearts, and those with no souls. Surely, this line of logic would lead you to realizing its ultimate weakness?"
The horde members, as well as troopers all shrugged and looked at one another in disagreement. There was simply no way it could have been this easy. Just no way.
"Bah, Miss Lightspinner, I…."
"Sir, if you dont mind. I..my name since joining the horde has bee…"
At that moment, Shadow Waver felt her throat run dry as Magitek's hand appeared around her throat, with the rest of his body materializing in front of her slowly. "Do I look like an idiot to you…? " Magitek's expression and eyes both turned to ones of inconceivable coldness. "Do I look like one who would simply overlook things by chance? No, Miss Lightspinner, that would be you. Having gone over several of your attempts to overthrow the rebellion, I counted a total of 21 incidents where the failure of the operation could be directly attributed to you. As you know, such a critical failure in the horde is treason, and treason…well.. this one I surely dont need to explain. The only reason you are still alive is because of the enormous potential you have within you. Be assured, Miss Lightspinner, follow my instructions and you will be granted a title and power that far surpasses "Shadow Weaver".
At that moment, the world turned white, and in the next, Magitek was back at the holoprojector, explaining his plan….no…it couldnt have been a dream.. Shadow Weaver looked around dazed, but only the glare of Arch-Arach caught her attention. His throat looked constricted one second, and in the next, a small gasp of air left his throat before he stood at attention once again. Her eyes widened. Not out of fear, but of reverence. Surely, Magitek would teach her to be a master of power surpassing her wildest dreams. How she loved him so…
" Oh come now, people, surely some of you could make this logical bridge. The answer is simply one with a heart, but no soul. My dear daughter, Lily, fits this description, being a Necronic Golem. Her heart is darker than even Horde prime's for it has no connection to any spiritual center. Because of this, the soul-scanning properties of the barrier will let her pass, as if she was a horde robot. The forest itself, seeing the absolute purity of her disguise, will let her pass as well, unable to see she is an agent of the horde because she does not look like, (and technically isnt) a robot. She should have the rebellion at it's knees within the month. Of course, this is only Phase one…"
Nearly everyone in the room remained silent over MagiTek's plan. He had only just arrived to Etheria and yet in less than a day he devised a plan to bypass the magic of Whispering Woods. Shadow Weaver did not question the rest of his plan, but had no doubt that he had everything under control. Lily, the annoyingly cheerful King, was clearly more than met the eye (of course MagiTek has used her in such a way that victory was to be certain).Truly he was worthy of being an Unholy King.
"Um….Great master…," stuttered Grizzlor. "What about Hordak? He managed to escape our mines and might attack at some point."
MagiTek didn't bother to face the beast.
"Hordak is a minor problem, but one can't be too careful."
Arch-Arach finally moved from the wall and clenched his fists, "MagiTek, I will send a search party for Hordak led by myself. We will find him."
"I'm sure you will," the King almost grinned.
At this point she couldn't think of Hordak. Not now.
Adora rubbed her "injured" leg while sitting in the rebel infirmary. She felt guilty still for lying to her comrades, but it was all she could do. The princess stared at the exit to the tent and hesitated. Many rebels as of late began to doubt her words more and more. They wanted their world back and apparently this just wasn't fast enough.
Talks of killing and kidnapping grew more and more each day. This is how the people thought of to get their planet back. Adora cringed. By doing that they would just stoop to the Horde's level. Even though this was a war, they just couldn't set a good example for a new world by acting mercilessly and savagely towards anyone. What would that prove? That violence was always the answer? That villainous traits should be taken when trying to gain back freedom?
Do these things not promote evil actions?
Adora shook her head. People have to be stronger than that, this may the slow way, but it is the right way. And that was the most important thing. The rebel stood up. Yes, people have to be stronger than this. We can overcome these vile urges for the greater good.
We just have to believe.
The rebel walked out of the tent forgetting that her leg was supposed to be injured (though she could always say that it wasn't as bad as she initially thought). Everything they have gained so far was out of peace and justice; they have gained little but they have lost little. Adora stopped.
A mob of male rebels gathered in one area. Each with a large grin on their face and a few lightly blushed at whomever they were talking to. Curiously, Adora managed to walk through the mob and noticed a petite young woman with three low ponytails smile cutely at each man.
"Oh why Hello Adora!," Holly smiled brightly. "What a wonderful super amazing surprise! You get prettier every time we meet!"
"Every time we meet?," questioned the rebel leader. "Have we met before? Are you even a rebel….miss….?"
"Adora!" a rebel spoke. "How could you not know who Holly is? (!)"
"Yeah she's always been here!"
"Holly?" she had a confused expression.
Adora bit her lip. There were many times the rebel leader had forgotten names of certain allies. The rebellion was growing each day that it was difficult to remember everyone's name. Adora sighed. She may not have any memory of this girl, but it wouldn't be the first time she forgot a face.
"Oh, right…yes…Holly is it?" she smiled.
"Well I prefer people to call me Lily," she grinned happily. "It just suits me more."
"Oh yes Lily is a wonderful name!", shouted a rebel.
"Simply beautiful!"
The rebel leader cringed at all the odd attention Lily was getting, but she was very beautiful.
"Alright then Lily, I hope to see you in the next meeting. It was nice….seeing you again." Adora had to get out of there.
"Oh well, about that Adora," Lily started. "When are we going to break into the Fright Zone to save some more people?"
"Excuse me?"
Lily retained her smile, "Well we just have so many missions inside the Fright Zone, and I was just think that maybe while we are in there we should kidnap Hordak. With him in our grasp taking back Etheria will be a cake walk!"
The rebels around them agreed with Lily's plan and praised her for her genius. Clearly they thought her plan was fool proof.
"I can see where you are coming from Lil-"
"Can you Adora?" she grinned but then had a sudden sad expression that did not managed to tarnish her beauty in any way. "My family was killed by the Horde and probably most of the members of the rebellion have similar pasts."
Lily grinned again, "Also didn't they kidnap you? Deprive you of your real family and raise you as a Horde killing machine, hmmmmmmm? Wouldn't you out of all of us want to take down the Horde?"
"Lily," Adora grew shocked over her statement. "Kidnapping and killing is what the Horde uses to rule, if we use the same methods then what will that teach our children-"
"Pshaw," the beauty shrugged. "Same old excuse. This is a war, you can't avoid killing. Every child understands that. They took our land; we must take it back in the only way they understand. Ya see? Hordak is the key (next to Horde Prime). By taking him out the Horde will surely fall apart and Etheria will be free."
The men clapped over the woman's speech while Adora just walked away from the crowd. She is just repeating herself.
"Look everyone," Lily giggled. "She has nothing to say. Some rebel leader. Oh well, even though we aren't getting our planet back any time soon she is still doing a great job right?"
Rebels who were not apart of the crowd had heard the argument involving their leader. It was true. Bow had said it earlier. Is Adora even serious about taking down the Horde? Does she not care about the suffering that has occurred because bother her and she-ra have not taken immediate action?
Why was she stalling their victory?
Alright. Back after all this time, it feels good! Man I doubt there will be much of a response since I've been out for so long, but I'm just glad I finished this chapter (it's pretty long in my opinion). Hope you guys enjoy and I'll get the next chapter up ASAP. Happy Holidays!
R&R