CHAPTER TWELVE

"The Origin of Master Chaos"

Lynn took a brief step back as glazed-over looks ran towards her. Questioning eyes and wondering words over-lapped and shot at her. She paused and tried to answer them best she could, recalling within herself a time in the past that she had forced herself to seal away.

Just over thirty years ago . . .

There was going to be an attack. Evil Lynn was sure of this. Aliens had just landed and wanted He-Man to go with them to their home planet. To fight mutants or something. He-Man would find himself in a moral bind, because he couldn't decide whether to turn them down or take them up on this interesting little offer.

And that would make him a good enough weakness for Skeletor to so desperately try to attack and once again seize the power of Grayskull. For Evil Lynn, that meant that she had to brush up on her skills a bit.

There was a sudden knock on her door as soon she had opened one of her new Dark Arts books. Evil Lynn grinned a bit to herself. The boys actually LISTENED to her about this for once. She walked to the door, eyes looked on it the entire time.

When she opened it, she was dealt a bit of a startled gasp. Skeletor stood there, looking weary . . . and tired.

"Evil Lynn?" he asked. He asked her.

"Skeletor?" Evil Lynn replied. "What brings you here at this hour? I thought you would be preparing for the attack tomorrow."

Skeletor stepped over to a window of hers and gazed out. There was a different air about him. One that told her that there was something heavy that was actually weighing him down. His emotions seemed mixed, his demeanor so very different than any she had seen before with him.

"Skeletor?" she asked at last. "There will be an attack tomorrow, right?"

"No. No . . . there won't be."

"Why not?"

He paused, then turned from the window, casting the shades close. "Because I am going to Primus."

"WHAT?!"

"Yes. Spikor and Tri-Klops are designing a new armor for me as we speak. I will be leaving Snake Mountain, and will draw He-Man away."

"Why?"

Skeletor seemingly gained a bit more confidence. Obviously, he had been rehearsing this. "Because I will draw He-Man away. He will follow me to Primus, no doubt. With the consolidation of mutant warriors there, I will join with them against their enemies' newest champion, He-Man. I will then conquer their world and come back to Eternia then, a full force in tow."

"Then what are to do? Enter Grayskull?"

"NEVER!" yelled Skeletor, but not as angry as he seemed. "No. Castle Grayskull is off-limits. Remain here."

"Alright," Evil Lynn answered, though thought immediately of betraying that command. She then noticed Skeletor poking around a nearby shelf.

"What are you looking for?"

"A memory erasing potion."

"Why?" she asked slyly.

He paused, looking worried. That was when she noticed something. Something WAS different. Skeletor seemed so . . . nervous . . . so worried . . . so afraid. Evil Lynn suddenly felt a deep sympathy for this man. Of all the troubles he had experienced in his life - all the pain, all the torment.

"Evil Lynn," he addressed at once, "I am afraid there maybe a chance that I will not return from this mission."

"That worried?"

"Silence!" he snapped. "Sorry. I was . . . Evil Lynn, there is only way for me to ask this of you. I need an heir. Your power is only second of mine, so I wish to have one with you."

Evil Lynn stood there.

And blinked. Then blinked again.

"You what?!"

"Yes. In case I do not return, I want an heir to carry out my legacy of darkness and evil. My legacy of . . . chaos. What do you say?"

She stood there for another, then stepped over to him.

Evil Lynn had never kissed a living skull and she found it warmer and soften than she ever had imagined it. "Yes, Skeletor. Yes."

The two began to kiss once more and Evil Lynn was surprised to find a tongue in his mouth. She reached around and removed his harness, while he pulled off her cape and armor. Their kisses moved into different areas, and then the two succumbed to passion . . .

After a few hours, Skeletor stood up and began to enarmor himself once more. He reached for the memory erasing potion and looked to her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, pulling the blankets around her pale, naked body.

"There must be two conditions of this . . . eh, agreement."

She grinned. "Some pillow talk."

"I'm serious!" he responded. "There must be nothing holding me back to Eternia once I leave, Evil Lynn. I intend on wiping this night from my memory."

"Agreed."

"And no one must know of this, Evil Lynn."

She nodded. "Of course."

He held the bottle of the memory erasing potion and walked to the door, but paused before leaving. Skeletor paused and looked back. "Thank you," he said in a tone that she had never heard before.

Evil Lynn just smiled sultry, then moved a hand to her abdomen. "Damn it," she muttered. "Not what I had planned, but I suppose it'll due . . ."

Lynn pulled herself from the memory and found that she was only facing Ninjor, King Adam and his transformed children. The others must have left to take care of the damages and the injuries.

"So then what happened?" asked Adam.

"I was able to keep it hidden my first three months. The last third of my pregnancy was spent wandering late at night when the others were away. Other than that, I was in my quarters, ensuring that after the birth, it would seem as though it never even happened. About that time, the Horde arrived and began their war with Eternia."

"And that's why you had King Hiss negotiate the peace treaty?"

"Yes. If you look carefully, Adam, there is a small plot of land that I asked reserved for 'training and R&R.' This plot of land is the home of Chaos' adopted parents."

"What's his real name?" asked Captain.

Lynn paused. "I . . . I don't know. I gave him up the day after I had gave birth."

"And somehow he's figured out the truth about his father. That he is the son of Skeletor."

She nodded. "Yes. Much to chagrin, yes. And Skeletor had no idea that he had an heir."

Adam sighed. "Do you know what he's up to?"

"His namesake, King Adam. Pure, unadulterated chaos. But I'm beginning to think there's method to his madness . . ."

"MY KING!" shouted Man-At-Arms, dashing inside. "I'm here to give you a report."

Adam turned to the rookie advisor. "What is it?"

"Our soldiers have begun to secure the city. The Palace is another matter altogether."

Adam nodded. "I can tell. Kids, how about you convert back to your normal selves, then find your mother. I want you to go to your grandparents. Skytree has never before taken interest in the balance before and I'm curious why he has now. Lynn, both you and Ninjor are welcome to stay here."

"Thank you, Adam."

"Indeed. I will help with rescues," Ninjor replied.

"Go with Man-At-Arms, then. Machinesmith, I want a report in one hour on our current situation, then one each consecutive hour. Take Nell with you. He'll be your messenger."

"What about you, father?" asked Captain.

"I'll be available in a couple of minutes."

With that, the whole gang scattered. Captain turned to Order, Thunder, and Speedster. "Let's do this."

"MAY THE POWER FADE AWAY!" the four said as once. There was a crack of energy and a brillant light, then their real forms appeared.

"That was so cool!" shouted Joshua, jumping up and down.

"Yeah, well, I'm just hoping this news doesn't get too far . . ." Emily said sadly.

Amelia smiled at her little sister. "What are you talking about?! This will make you this most popular kid in school!" she tried truthfully.

Emily rolled her eyes, but gave Amelia some credit for trying. "Yeah . . . like that's just what I want."

***

Meanwhile, Adam walked up a steady path to the Royal Graveyard, where he had just laid to rest his father, uncle and aunt. His eyes scanned the statues that were placed in their honor, then sighed and his eyes fell upon the grave of one that was removed from the royal family.

'Keldor, son of Miro,' it said in stone letters, 'Removed from the royal family of Eternos for treason.'

Adam pressed his hand against the small grave and felt bubbling ebb of anger within him. "Damn you . . ." he cursed underneath his breath. "Damn you!" he said, his voice raising to a loud shout. "EVEN IN DEATH, YOUR BLACK LEGACY CARRIES ON! DAMN YOU, SKELETOR! DAMN YOU TO THE DEEPEST CORNER OF HELL!"

Adam punched the gravestone, cracking the skin and causing blood to leak forth. He rubbed his bloody knuckles, then found himself turning to the statue of his father. King Randor, son of Miro.

"Father . . ." he whispered slowly, placing his hand upon the statue. "Father, what am I to do? I'm worried, father. I'm . . . I . . ." He paused, finding himself falling to his knees. "I miss you, father . . . you were so strong and so wise . . . how can I take your place?"

Adam held his face in his hand as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I miss you father . . ."

For a long time, Adam said nothing more and just sat there, eyes closed in thought and remembrance. Then, a voice chimed in behind him.

"Adam?" asked Teela. "Adam, are you okay?"

He stood up and faced his wife. The pair embraced and she held his body against her own. "He would be very proud of you, Adam."

"Why?!" yelled Adam, pulling himself away. "Look at Eternos, Teela! Look at the Palace! It's all in shambles!"

She took his hand calmly. "Then show him. Make him proud of you."

He nodded. "I miss him so much, Teela."

"I know, Adam. But you can do this."

Adam took a deep breath and steeled himself. "Right," he answered. "We must be stronger than ever before."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, I've hit a wall. Expect some time before I up-date again. I need to re-write and revise my plot and the main themes and ideas. BUT - look out for some brand-new stories that will shock and surprise you! And, we'll see more of this wacky guys soon enough. Thanks! ~W~