It was imperative to never move a muscle on your face in the Horde army. Lower class soldiers jokingly compared this unwritten rule to a never-ending poker game. Allowing your opponent to see any form of emotion on your face gave him or her a slight advantage; it made the other person believe that they had an opening to break you completely. Talking to the Horde Prime gave the impression of speaking with a God (of course he planned it this way). You could not read his emotions through the large coffin-like apparatus or the thick miasma clouding around him at all times. During their many meetings over the years Hordak had been able to understand his brother by ear.

On the other hand, even Mantenna could tell when the Prime was angry.

Hordak knew that he had blindly accepted the changes to the army. During the Growth of his militia the former tyrant had interacted a lot with his brother. Prime would say that such changes to their clan would only strengthen the laws created by the Hordian ancestors; taking over Etherius, constructing an armada of robotic soldiers, and conquering other worlds were, what his brother claimed, for the best. He saw it as a means of taking the meager battles on Etherius and expanding them to the outer reaches of the galaxy. Clearly upon doing this, they would still gain strength and power but in a different, more efficient way.

It wasn't until the Horde Prime began to send Hordak on missions of conquest was when their relationship had changed. The two became distant upon each leave, developing into the tense correlation Hordak was more familiar with as of late; soon enough, without even realizing it, the brother of Hordon was seen as nothing more than a mere general among hundreds. The Unholy Kings were an exception of course, especially that of MagiTek. For some reason the Horde Prime would often consult the King (or vise versa) giving Hordak the impression of how small he truly was. There was no doubt that the former tyrant's rank was considered high and that he had conquered (and helped conquer) many worlds, but it mattered little in the end. As the army grew Hordak's importance diminished in the eyes of the Prime.

Luminak walked inside the chamber, ignoring how his muscles tightened with each step. The concept of ever entering (or being able to enter) the Prime's holding cell had peaked his curiosity from time to time, but actually walking into it was an entirely different matter. There wasn't any other way to describe how he felt about the situation other than he was completely indifferent. It was surprising really; most of his life the former tyrant always tried to appease (and gain the approval) of his brother. The instant he changed into Lumiank, confronting the Horde seemed inevitable.

The Horde army encompassed his entire past and because of this the warrior believed it could prohibit a peaceful future.

Inside, Prime's chamber had been completely obscured by an unusual red mist. Luminak squinted his eyes slightly and attempted not to breathe in the foreign substance. Suddenly the former general felt his stomach drop and bones shake as if the room was vibrating lowly. Luminak looked at his now shaking palms and clenched them together in some vain method to halt his trembling bones. Soon enough the warrior heard a guttural sound which, at first, seemed completely unfamiliar to him.

"Look at how weak you've become," the Prime taunted. "I cannot count how many times you used to plead with me for yet another chance to take down the rebels. Perhaps I spoiled you, brother, by tolerating those failed opportunities with minimal punishment."

For a moment the Horde ruler paused and then spoke accusingly, "Whenever you demanded more troops or better weaponry it was purposely done so that you did not receive exactly what was asked. People learn with failure but it seems that even you could not comprehend this. After all the times you've promised me the defeat of the rebellion it is only now you decide to join them. How ironic it is to side with the resistance when their failure is ensured; Hordak, you are such a fool."

The warrior waved his arm through the red smoke, smirking slightly at his brother's words. On the surface, the former general's decision to help She-ra seemed ridiculous. Although, fighting for the side of good after trying to defeat it for so long wasn't what made Luminak feel worthless. The fact that all this time he wasted his life with this fake Horde was the only regret he had.

Luminak was unfazed and crossed his arms, resembling a bit of his old self for a moment, "You are such a coward, blaming my so called 'incompetence' for not conquering that entire planet. The rebellion on Etheria could have been easily defeated with your power, but you were too lazy and incompetent to even lift a finger. How 'brother', can you possibly call yourself the Horde Prime when MagiTek took care of most of the Horde's operations. I would think that you were entirely incapable of producing anything worthwhile if not for the 'son' you created years ago; at least he has potential for some good."

The warrior could feel the room get slightly warmer, which Hordak took as a sign of the Prime holding back his rage, but suddenly his bones rattled again. The low chuckled that resonated throughout the room confused the former general for a moment.

"Yes I recall you explaining to me how Zed had made a deal to give up the one spell that actually helped with the conquest of Etheria. I considered letting him off easily with a few rehabilitation courses but when you had reported that Zed also destroyed the book with the poison spell, upon returning to your Fright Zone, had confirmed his end.," Luminak dropped his arms to his sides and paled as his brother continued.

"Creating a biological life-form with the few Hordian DNA samples we had available, due to your mutation, was a difficult project. On the other hand, the entire process is futile if such a being cannot even fulfill what it was born to do. No, Zed was a failed project and was recycled accordingly after a thorough and over all pointless examination. How does his death feel, brother? Then again, should you feel anything? After all, you've taken lives in the past; does Zed's somehow matter more than other innocents killed by your hand?"

The warrior closed his mouth tightly while small beads of sweat ran down his forehead (a concept still a little unfamiliar to him). It had been unusual for him not to see Zed for so many years since Hordak had provided some of the DNA used to create him. Zed was an unnatural Hordian, but since Hordak had been familiar with the changes one goes through in his race (the transition from a humanoid being to a fully developed clan member), many of the scientists recommended that the former general should make sure his growth was developing normally.

Hordak had been very angry with the boy for what he did in the Whispering Woods. The poison proved to be a full-proof plan to defeat the rebels and all of a sudden he had even went as far as to destroy Shadow Weaver's spell book in order to protect his new friends. As the general had promised he told the Horde Prime of Zed's treachery and at that moment Luminak felt his stomach drop. The warrior couldn't let the Prime see his distress but the guilt plagued him. If only he had known what Zed's fate would have been; could he have saved the child's life?

Luminak clenched his teeth and spoke strongly, "You are not only a coward of a Horde Prime but a disgrace to the Horde itself, the true Horde. For years you've belittled me for not fixing the problems on Etheria and yet you discard a young boy just because he did fulfill your expectations. That, if nothing else, proves what kind of a failure you ar-"

Suddenly the warrior felt his stomach tighten to a very uncomfortable level. Luminak dropped to his knees upon feeling a wave of pain course throughout his body, ripping at his muscles. The feeling of each tendon in him being stretched as far as possible and then folding close together in an accordion-like pattern was unbearable. Luminak gritted his teeth as blood dripped from his mouth; in the best way he could describe it, it felt as though his body was being stretched across a dimension and back around.

"Still think I am a failure, Little Brother?"

The warrior finally cried out and fell down completely on the floor. Luminak clenched his fists into the ground feeling the pain lessen with each breath. He had never felt anything like that kind of power, but before the former general could stand up the room began diminish and fade away. Blinking various times Luminak wasn't quite sure what was happening until a flash of light blinded him for about a second. Recovering from the incident he found himself in a completely different setting than before.

A stadium made out of metal surrounded the warrior while crowds of what appeared to be of his original Horde clan began to cheer for their Prime over and over again. Hordak jolted up, immediately recognizing this place to be an arena in the clan, which his father would bring warriors to witness (and participate in) various battles. The Horde clan had focused much on the concept of battle; it was where Hordak had flourished and what Hordon had taken away. For an instant the warrior felt nostalgic about his surroundings until he realized exactly what was happening.

The crowd continued to chant for the Horde Prime while Luminak rubbed his eyes a little. There had been inventions that were able to trick one's mind into believing that one was in a completely different area than before. A psychic projection could only be utilized in a closed off room, hence why many generals did not have such machines during conquest; magic was a far easier (and more convenient) manipulator of thought and sight in that respect.

"Prime! Prime! Prime!"

Lumiank instantly turned around and faced his presumed opponent. The warrior raised a brow to this competitor until he gazed upon his eyes. This being's eyes were a deep dark red, the same of which he had seen when most of the Horde had been killed in his youth. Luminak unclenched his fists, knowing that this man was his brother. Hordon wore extremely heavy protective covering, obscuring every feature on his body save for his eyes. The suit was mostly black vein-like lines of gold creating a very unusual pattern across his armored body. Interestingly enough, it seemed to the former general that his brother had not aged since the last time he saw Hordon in person; though this could have been brought on by the projection.

Solid beams of Dark energy erupted from the Prime's knuckles and tips of his feet as he floated in the air. With amazing speed Hordon surrounded Luminak, attempting to hit him with his attacks. Hordak grimaced but that grimace quickly turned into a smirk as he too began to float in the air after projecting his light wings. The warrior's hands glowed with bright energy as he flew directly towards the Prime with twisted confidence.


"What in the name of a wubble's grandfather is going on here?" the pirate stared up into what should have been the clear blue skies of Etheria.

SeaHawk and the archer tried to make sense out of their new surroundings, wondering exactly how they had gotten inside the Velvet Glove. The Whispering Woods still protected the rebels a bit, but over all their stay was more of an imprisonment than anything else.

"There is no doubt," Bow replied solemnly. "That Unholy King must have brought us here, but how she managed to drag the entire Whispering Woods is anyone's guess."

Bow looked around the Whispering Woods, which was being cared for by the Twiggets and apprentice magicians who specialized in botany magic. Luckily this prevented the organic troopers from entering the woods while the robots had been constantly getting lost inside due to the trickery of the little sprites. Thankfully this calmed the many rebels who panicked upon realizing their change of surroundings.

The archer looked down at the heavily injured Glimmer and Queen of Mystacore. A few rebels had just found them in the recovery tent, not knowing exactly how they got there or what happened to them. There weren't many magicians in the rebellion that could heal very well other than Glimmer and Madame Razz.

Bow frowned slightly; where had the old witch gone?

He could be wrong, but when the group left he thought he had seen Casta's teacher go along with She-ra and that mysterious stranger. Bow clenched his fists and looked away from his fallen comrades; he had desperately wanted to join the Princess of Power to presumably defeat the Horde Prime. Etheria was his home and upon the arrival of the Horde he had vowed to defeat them one way or another. The fact that he wasn't being a part of this battle infuriated him to no end. She-ra had taught him many times not to completely rely on her strength to save everyone, but wasn't that what was happening right now? Now that Glimmer and Casta were back in the woods the princess was shorthanded. Hopefully the wizard Norwyn was helping her, but what about Madame Razz?

She wasn't always the most reliable in a fight and yet even she was able to attend this monumental battle. The archer hoped that the old witch was all right and once again became slightly jealous about her participation in the fight. The only reason the rebel stayed in the woods was to help the injured and take down the few robotic troopers that made it beyond the magic of their camp. Bow relished combat, a concept that She-ra seemed to disapprove of often. Why was it so bad though? If he enjoyed battle then that meant that he would not hold back like most men. Then again Hordak seemed to enjoy a good war and being compared the likes of him didn't sit well with the archer.

Hordak, yes, what happened to the old tyrant?

When She-ra left the archer caught a good look at the stranger she was with; he had a fairly strong resemblance to the Horde general, too much for his liking anyway. Bow shook his head and rubbed his eyes, there was no way She-ra would knowingly team up with Hordak. Then again She-ra was another matter entirely; during his imprisonment in the Unholy King Lily the archer was able to recall a few moments in the battle that other rebels just couldn't.

"Hawk", the archer stated carefully, "what exactly do you remember when we were…connected to Lily?"

"Not much I'm afraid; she had us completely under her spell or whatever it was. I vaguely remember what that harpy was saying when she spoke to She-ra and that other warrior she was with," the pirate took out his sword. "I know it had something to do with Adora and, well, I'm not really sure what else."

Bow looked at SeaHawk in surprise, the pirate remembered far more than anyone else the archer spoke to. Still he hadn't seemed to recall a moment that Bow was hoping for. It couldn't be true, it was far too ridiculous; but, then again, in a world of magic what concept could truly be called preposterous? The rebel fighter knew that he had heard Lily speak of She-ra and Adora being one in the same. Bow glanced at Hawk; it seemed that the pirate may have been at least suspicious of this connection, but did not want to jump to conclusions.

The archer's minds swung in many different directions, trying to understand this discovery he made. Adora was more of a strategist in the rebellion while She-ra was a warrior, both of their jobs were distinctly different from one another to the point that Bow never found it too unusual that they showed up at different times.

Despite this the rebel fighter was ashamed to have overlooked She-ra's secret.

Why would Adora not tell anyone of such a thing? To do so for the sake of the rebels' safety was preposterous; everyday these people risked his or hers lives against the Horde, knowing She-ra's identity could not have put them in any more danger than they usually faced. Suddenly the archer eyes widened in realization; it was for her family. Clearly, if Adora was She-ra then her brother must have been He-man. On Etheria knowing Adora's secret would not jeopardized anyone more than usual, but the royal family may have been in danger because of this. Hordak, despite his hatred for Skeletor, could have told the oddly named 'Overlord of Evil' (or perhaps he would have figured it out during a visit to Etheria) which would have made the weaker Prince Adam far more of a target.

Bow couldn't think of any other reason for this secrecy and unfortunately it made sense.

It probably would have been easier to work with Adora knowing her true potential. On the other hand, the archer still wasn't sitting well with his discovery. As someone who relished new challenges and combat, She-ra had become such an ideal woman in his eyes. She was beautiful, strong, and her sarcastic humor during battle made him feel better about any tight situation the rebels got themselves into. Of course now he definitely could not pursue her; She-ra's true self was Adora and Adora loved SeaHawk while Bow really cared for the Princess of Power.

It was hard to accept, but there wasn't any other choice.

Before the archer could continue his thoughts he noticed a red light emitting from beyond the trees. As fast as Bow had caught sight of the blast it had torn throughout the woods and hit the far end of the rebel camp creating a large fire. The ground shook for a moment causing many of the people to fall to the ground. Bow was about to shout at the Horde soldier who dared to attack their camp until Hawk pointed at the trees that were hit by the attack.

The archer raised a brow at the pirate, but then his eyes widened finally understanding what he needed to be looking at. The trees, which were meant to never be injured, grown back immediately after an assault. Here they had, the trees of the Whispering Woods, remained damaged with absolutely no sign of magical regeneration.

In fact the fire this blast started began to eat away at everything around it, particularly at the charmed vegetation. At the source of those flames stood the extremely grotesque Lily who had a vengeful expression on her face and several Horde troopers behind her.


Each strike the Prime threw, his brother managed to dodge unscathed. The Horde ruler growled lowly in frustration; how could this sniveling pest have grown so strong? It didn't seem like any of his attacks had made contact with the warrior due to his greater speed. Luminak proved to be the more agile of the two in flight, though his attacks were also futile. Even though the former general had actually hit his brother with his light blades and blasts it did not seem as though he made any significant damage. The warrior furrowed his brow while conjuring another blade, trying to see if he had at least created a crack of some kind in his armor.

"You should not have any power here!" Hordon yelled while letting loose a barrage of attacks which Luminak attempted to avoid. "Why do you have power here? !"

Every muscle in Hordak's body tightened when the dark beams shot towards him. The Horde Prime's attack became faster than before almost wearing out Luminak who still managed to dodge them. Though he had never truly witnessed this, Hordak had a suspicion that his brother was stronger when angered. Of course this comes as no surprise to some, but even when Hordon was 'normal' his temper gave him additional strength albeit not enough to turn heads in their clan. Due to the Prime's unnatural abilities there was no telling how strong he could become especially since Luminak had not seen his brother engage in a battle for many years.

"I've had enough of this game!" the Prime let out a horrific scream as a wave of energy unfolded from his body.

The warrior glanced in his direction but not a second later Hordak felt a huge surge of power, which caused him to crash into a supposed wall. Suddenly the scenery flashed briefly, revealing a horrific black room of dripping hoses and creaky metal. Even though it was only an instant Hordak could tell that much of the technology in this room was very unfamiliar to him; perhaps far more advanced that he realized. Luminak pushed himself out of the wall and fell onto the ground holding his back slightly. That blast had taken him completely off guard; it seemed that there was far more to his brother than he'd hoped. After taking on a defensive position while ignoring the pain, which came in waves on his back, Hordak noticed the Prime's distressful pose.

The Horde Prime took one step back and howled in frustration, "What…what is going with my power!"

Suddenly, as if the warrior had swallowed a small knife and only now it reached his stomach, a voice that was not Hordon's spoke, "The Herald has arrived. He must not be Harmed. Bring forth the Moderator."

Luminak remained confused for a moment at the entity's words; LightHope had once called him his Herald.

"Wait a minute, what is this Moderator?" the former tyrant stood up straight. "For that matter, who the hell is this? Is it you LightHope?"

The ethereal being laughed causing the warrior to clench his mouth shut in order to tame the involuntary reaction of chattering teeth, "You couldn't be farther from the truth."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up all of you!" the Prime's body language reacted in such a way that the warrior almost believed that this man was losing his mind right before his eyes.

The room finally changed back into its regular state minus the red miasma earlier. Luminak blinked a few times and gazed upon his surroundings. The technology in this room resembled little to what the former general was used to seeing in the Horde. Hordon stood still in his armored form but surprisingly Luminak could see that his suit was connected to the interior of the chamber by ethereal, almost organic looking wires.

There was no proper way to describe these contraptions other than they were completely alien to him despite the fact that Luminak had traveled to many worlds in his lifetime. He could see as the wires pulsated, resembling the pattern of an inhaling lung yet it was obvious that these were mechanical. Luminak had a small urge to marvel at the vast amount of technology exposed in the room, but managed to repress his curiosity. Behind Hordon, the former general saw something completely unreal. On the wall where the wires were connected was a deep hold that radiated a colossal amount of dark energy.

"Please DarkDespair," the Prime held out his arms and clenched his fists tightly. "I beg of you…Let me defeat this intruder!"

For a moment Luminak thought that his actual brother was speaking before him. The true colors of Hordon seemed to shine brightly in this electric coffin, though the warrior was still confused about this being his brother pleaded to. Immediately after hearing Prime's plea a guttural 'hmmm' noise resonated throughout the area, which resulted in Luminak's familiar sick feeling upon hearing this being's voice.

"If he is killed, "the entity appeared to be considering Hordon's request, "then perhaps the titles of each Herald may be passed to the same individual. After all, the Herald of LightHope has little use anymore. It is only by LightHope's blessing that you still have your power."

Hordon stepped back once again not used to DarkDespair's disobedience. It had only reacted this way when his brother entered the chamber. The Prime clenched his fists in fear, realizing that the Unholy King's invention and spells were not lasting; all because of this traitor's presence.

"You…Hordak… you must leave this chamber immediately," Prime faced Luminak and tried to choose his words carefully. "MagiTek's wards have been broken… perhaps if you leave they will-"

Hordon screamed in agony, clutching his head and nearly tearing off his helmet. Lumiank was too shocked by his brother's sudden caring statement to react in time to help Prime fight this dark entity that continuously jolted pain in his body. Hordon wanted to tear of his armor and the few pieces of organic tissue underneath until he heard the voice of his master in his head.

"Your machine, powerful as it is, has no meaning in this stage of my evolution. From now on, you will follow MY whims, you pathetic, sniveling Wretch!"

The Prime had let go of his head, "No! I will not die here!...I am...Horde Prime!"

In that instant, the Horde Prime's armor glowed a bright onyx as he leapt into the air. As the warrior gazed at his brother's form he was overcome with an emotion consisting of both relief and dread: this would be Hordon's final battle. Luminak didn't know why or how he knew this, but just as the feeling of facing the Horde appeared when he became the Herald this too seemed inevitable.

Suddenly, Hordak found himself pinned against the walls of the accursed room by an energy attack emitted through Hordon's palm. Luminak coughed up a few times trying to hold his damaged stomach, but there was no such luck. The Prime let loose a barrage of attacks which continuously hit his bruised muscles and bones. After feeling an unbearable heat in chest due to one of the many energy attacks, Luminak screamed at the top of his lungs while filling the room with light leaving no room for shadow in the enclosed area.

"Hordon," Luminak said a little more out of breathe than he'd like, "you have crimes to answer for, even though I share many of them. I will bring you to justice, the justice of the True Horde!"

Hordak's light energy flared up as the two clashed in battle. As the warrior flew closer to his target he managed to conjure what appeared to be a rope of light around the Prime's leg, forcibly pulling him straight into Luminak's fist. As the warrior punched his brother in the stomach, breaking his armor a bit in the process, he flew above the tyrant and blasted him the back with a powerful beam. The Horde Prime recovered from the assault and stood up after crashing onto the floor. Hordon stumbled for a moment but then faced an open palm at his traitorous brother. Thousands of thin, black strong's of energy flew out of his hand and attempted to wrap around Hordak's body.

Luminak attempted to dodge the attack, but soon found himself surrounded by the accursed things. The strings wrapped around his body and would not budge no matter how much strength he used. Hordon sent volts of electricity through the wires, which caused the warrior to grit his teeth furiously. Suddenly the former general managed to form a light sword with his powers in between the wires. After cutting his way out, Luminak was face to face with his brother. The Prime also conjured an obsidian blade and looked at Hordak with a furious gaze.

The warrior smirked slightly and attempted to strike Hordon, who dodged at the last second. Instead, the herald sliced through some kind of magical rune on the wall and quickly turned around to block his brother's blade. Hordon then kneed Luminak in the stomach; immediately after he raised his sword, attempting to impale the former general. The warrior held one hand on his abdomen; knowing what his brother had planned for him. Luminak rammed his head directly into the hole he had made earlier in the Prime's armor.

After catching Hordon off guard, the warrior stopped flying for a moment and watched his brother crash into the wall. Pointing his blade at the Prime caused the weapon to emit four beams of light, which only one was able to pierce through the protective covering. Hordon managed to grab two of the poles and relished the former general's reaction. Immediately the two beams turned completely black, eating away at his sword.

Luminak dropped the blade, which gave Hordon the opening he needed. Prime, with almost lightening speed, grabbed Hordak's throat and threw him to the ground. The entire room began to shake upon impact as Hordon landed on his brother's stomach. Luminak cried out fidning it very difficult to breathe especially after he heard a few bones crack upon impact.

The warrior was in sheer agony, writhing under his brother's metallic feet.

Finally Horde Prime's dark sabres coalesced into a long glaive and with a hidden grin he pointed the blade at his chest. The Horde ruler pressed the sharpened tip deep into Hordak's chest and without a second glance sliced a straight diagonal line across his torso (even cutting through the already damaged armor with ease). Just as quickly as he slashed through Luminak the Prime repeated the action, which created an 'x' mark on his flesh. Hordon was pleased with the amount of pain his younger sibling had gone through, but there was something off. Underneath the wound appeared to be a white light that glowed through his flesh.

Taking advantage of his brother's shock, Hordak blasted his brother off of him and flipped back into the air with two light blades in his hands. Hordon roared at his brother, cursing at him for his previous failures while rivets of dark energy surrounded both of the Prime's arms. Immediately the Horde ruler readied and fired a gigantic blast of the likes the Hordak had never seen him use before. A colossal amount of his brother's dark power was aimed directly at the warrior. Luminak felt a bead of sweat trail down his face; there was no guarantee that he could block or dodge this attack. Suddenly the warrior reacted impulsively and swung one of his swords at the energy attack, cutting it in half. Ignoring the shock of his blade's effect on Hordon's darkness, Luminak continued to fly towards his brother and pierced him directly through his armor into the heart.

For a second Hordak almost thought his brother smiled as his blade punctured his layers of armor, which quickly began to turn into dust. As the armor flaked away, Hordon's emaciated body was revealed and then even the magical tubes that kept him alive slowly deteriorated as well.

"Hordak…It seems you will live to see the end of the world…for this…brother..I do not envy you…but only…for…this…"

What once was considered a powerful wall of a ruler became nothing more than chunks of dead flesh and bone, something Luminak oddly found appropriate. There was nothing, no regret, sorrow or even joy. Hordak had envisioned himself defeating his brother many times on occasion. He would see himself taking over the empire, keeping all the worlds Hordon had conquered for himself. It was supposed to be glorious but then, when he became Luminak, his views became more sympathetic towards others. There was no way he could keep any planet enslaved anymore, though he wasn't exactly kind enough to help a stranger with a problem either. Luminak was in between the lines of light and darkness, perhaps even indifferent at times. The former general spent so much of his life hating Hordon that he wasn't sure if it was possible to feel such sorrow for him. Then again, as he had to keep reminding himself, Hordon died years ago on an old world known as Etherius.

That was the only way Luminak wanted to remember him, honoring him as someone he once cared for; his brother who died years ago.

Unfortunately the warrior was given little time to reflect as DarkDespair's voice filled the room, reminding the former general of how damaged he was.

"Welcome, True Herald, Deliver your message, Deliver The Mediator."

Luminak felt his chest puff out on its own while the wound on his chest felt as if it was expanding. The warrior tightening his muscles, trying to hold back whatever was attempting to escape his body. Suddenly a sphere of light painfully burst from Luminak's body and all of the power that LightHope had given him was drained from his body. After bursting out of the warrior, the sphere went barreling into the hole where all the dark energy was emanating from.

"So it shall be…LightHope. DarkDespair. This universe is yet another failure…corrupted by evil desires. It shall be wiped clean. Tabula Rasa shall commence inevitably."

Hordak's eyes widened, trying to get used to his regained mortality. The former tyrant could see that his wounds now spilled with black residue, something, which was kept from his former body. He remained looking like Luminak, but such was not the case; his old powers returned while his new ones fled. Suddenly the Dark Pit shot out a beam of the purest form of darkness the warrior had ever felt. Hordak panicked, knowing that he could not defend himself from such an assault.

The beam passed right by the stunned general and through the ship itself. Hordak immediately exited Horde Prime's chamber and looked out of the station's window as the hole was being automatically repaired. Even in the obsidian surroundings of space the warrior was able to see the beam's course. Hordak paled as looked at Etheria; due to the drastic difference of the dark Fright Zone and the lush greenery of the planet it wasn't too difficult to pinpoint that the beam was heading for an unnatural cluster of clouds in the north. Hordak paled as the blast dove towards the terrifyingly familiar destination: the Crystal Castle.


Well wasn't that just Prime? /hehe/

Oh Bow, you may have gotten a date with She-ra if you didn't dress so gay.

Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, the next one may take me a bit longer to work on, but I plan on finishing this story before school starts even if it kills me! Sorry to Asher Tye, I thought I would talk about Lily in the next few chapters and instead decided late to include her in this one; whoops.

Also Delora2047 my college does not offer writing courses (I'm more of an artist than a writer) so unfortunately I cannot explore this medium much further, though I have loved to write since I was twelve. The switching between past and present tense has been brought up by my friend who is SUPPOSED to read my story before submission (like how a beta reader would), but only now because I've mentioned it to him does he comment about this error…..I swear I hate him sometimes though he promised he would tell me if I make this error in the future (of course NOW he promises me). Thank you very much for bringing this up and hopefully it will not happen again.

Unfortunately, it probably will since this has been overlooked for so long.

So I suppose that if there are people who would like to Beta read this story (and explain exactly how that process works to me) please mention so in a review or PM and I will message you back.

Well people I would be very happy to see a review anyway even if you hate my story and want to see it burn via Inferno's gun; either way R&R!