**I disappeared again and for that, I apologize. Here's a new update as an
offering to those still reading this. ;) (Lady Niko can you ever forgive?)
Enjoy.
Oh and disclaimer in one. It would ruin my holidays to get sued over this so I claim no rights or ownership to any of the characters, storyline, MOTU or POP anything in this story. Happy Holidays!!
CHAPTER 14
Adora slammed the door to her room behind her with as much force that even Orko, whose quarters were on the other side of the palace compound, felt the shaking of the walls.
Her eyes were red. But not from tears. Those she had shed quickly as the enormity of her father's confession slammed into her chest like a load of bricks. She grappled with it at first, assumed it was a joke. But the look in the king's eyes told her that he was more than serious about this subject.
Her disbelief to this revelation was the only thing that kept her knees from buckling underneath her.
"I have a brother," she whispered, her cheeks burning with sadness.
Randor merely nodded.
"He was taken from us all, Adora," Randor had tried to sooth her. "We...I believe it was in retaliation. Hordak was defeated, but not truly. And before we could finally destroy him, he destroyed us."
Randor's image had been blurred by the tears streaming down her face, but she knew her father was crying as well.
"Where..." She had faltered between words as she felt the hot liquid rise in the back of her throat. She fought hard to keep it down, but she could not finish her sentence. As if he knew what his daughter was asking, Randor answered her unspoken question.
"We searched for years," he sighed. "There was nothing. Not a trace anywhere to be found. After so long, with not so much as a clue, we gave up the search and accepted what we dreaded to be reality."
Adora wiped her eyes her the back of her hand. The pit that was in her throat was now in her stomach. The gravity of his words bore down on her and she fought to breathe.
She felt betrayal, anger, sadness, emptiness and vengeance building up inside her. She fought to keep control.
The King tried to embrace her but she pulled sharply away.
"What is this reality you speak of?" She said flatly, sniffling.
Randor seemed wounded by her sudden shun of him, but continued. He explained to her the way Hordak had gotten into the palace, how Skeletor had assisted him and how Man-At-Arms had trailed him.
"All this time, Duncan kept this from me," she thought bitterly as she felt nauseous again. "My teacher, my confidante, the person who knows my most important secret kept the knowledge of my brother from me."
She promised herself she would make him regret that decision later.
"We feared the worst but never accepted it," Randor went on. "But over time, we dealt with what we knew in our hearts to be the truth."
The truth. Adora cringed when he said that word. Her eyes darkened and she gripped her fists tightly. Suddenly, all of her anger, vengeance, and frustration came bursting out of her like a cannon flare.
"What do you know of the truth?!" she bellowed so loudly that the guards on the other side of the door burst in expecting to see a battle of epic proportions going on in the throne room.
Dumbfounded they stood there with their weapons drawn seeing only the princess and the king. However, the princess didn't stick around to offer any explanation. She curtly turned on her heel and stormed out of the throne room.
After seeing the look on her face, none of the guards dared try to stop her. From the other side of the throne room, Kalen frowned and slowly exited out the side door.
And now she was in the safety of her own room. She stood in the middle of it, quite still. The burning anger still on fire inside of her. Her nostrils flared. Her fists remained clenched in rage.
"Adam," she closed her eyes as she remembered the name as it escaped her father's lips. "Your brother."
She opened her eyes.
"Brother."
She reached behind her back.
"Brother."
She drew the Sword of Protection.
"Brother."
She tightened her grip on the handle.
"Taken."
With the strength of She-Ra herself, Adora unleashed all the anger that had built up inside of her as the cool, blue blade of her sword took apart every piece of her room in a matter of minutes.
*******
Inside the cold walls of Grayskull, the Sorceress awoke with a start. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath.
Wide-eyes, she looked around her chambers, and the events of the day came flooding back to her.
"Blast!" she thought as she quickly stood up and walked over to an alter shaped stone in the room. "There is no time to lie about Teelana."
She looked down at the table and picked up the blue steel sword carefully. Although the light show she had witnessed earlier appeared to be over, she could feel the metal humming. As if it were singing.
"It's coming to life," a smile crept across her face. "I can feel the moons changing. Something extraordinary is about to happen."
She took a deep breath. She knew it would be soon.
But as she exhaled, another feeling washed over her. One of overwhelming despair.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the source, but it did not take long for her to hone in on the source of her concern.
She felt Adora's heart breaking.
The Sorceress lurched inside.
"She knows," she thought to herself with a sigh. "The poor child is devastated."
The Sorceress walked to the window and gazed out onto the dark horizon. She knew what she had to do and knew it was a long time coming. She closed her eyes and focused on...
******
"Adora."
The woman's voice wasn't enough to stop the princess from her tirade.
Adora continued to swing, slicing curtains, mattresses, and clothing, everything in her way. Feathers floated in the air as she attacked her bed and room furniture.
Pain in her arms and shoulders from muscle tears screamed out, begging her to stop but still she continued to unleash her fury in the only way she could. And no one, not even the Sorceress herself, was going to stop her.
"Leave me alone!!" Adora screamed into the air, talking to nobody physical. "They lied to me!! They kept my brother from me!!"
Finally, when her body could take no more, Adora crumpled to the floor. The sword still in her hands. The Sorceress did not try to contact her again for several minutes. Or maybe Adora blocked her out through her sobs.
After a long silence jutted by a few sad moans. Adora considered everything that had been said to her and slowly opened her mind up to the Sorceress again. This time, she sent the message.
"You knew all along, didn't you?"
With that, Adora stood and walked out of her room.
"To hell with telepathy," she thought. This was one conversation that was going to be done face-to-face.
Oh and disclaimer in one. It would ruin my holidays to get sued over this so I claim no rights or ownership to any of the characters, storyline, MOTU or POP anything in this story. Happy Holidays!!
CHAPTER 14
Adora slammed the door to her room behind her with as much force that even Orko, whose quarters were on the other side of the palace compound, felt the shaking of the walls.
Her eyes were red. But not from tears. Those she had shed quickly as the enormity of her father's confession slammed into her chest like a load of bricks. She grappled with it at first, assumed it was a joke. But the look in the king's eyes told her that he was more than serious about this subject.
Her disbelief to this revelation was the only thing that kept her knees from buckling underneath her.
"I have a brother," she whispered, her cheeks burning with sadness.
Randor merely nodded.
"He was taken from us all, Adora," Randor had tried to sooth her. "We...I believe it was in retaliation. Hordak was defeated, but not truly. And before we could finally destroy him, he destroyed us."
Randor's image had been blurred by the tears streaming down her face, but she knew her father was crying as well.
"Where..." She had faltered between words as she felt the hot liquid rise in the back of her throat. She fought hard to keep it down, but she could not finish her sentence. As if he knew what his daughter was asking, Randor answered her unspoken question.
"We searched for years," he sighed. "There was nothing. Not a trace anywhere to be found. After so long, with not so much as a clue, we gave up the search and accepted what we dreaded to be reality."
Adora wiped her eyes her the back of her hand. The pit that was in her throat was now in her stomach. The gravity of his words bore down on her and she fought to breathe.
She felt betrayal, anger, sadness, emptiness and vengeance building up inside her. She fought to keep control.
The King tried to embrace her but she pulled sharply away.
"What is this reality you speak of?" She said flatly, sniffling.
Randor seemed wounded by her sudden shun of him, but continued. He explained to her the way Hordak had gotten into the palace, how Skeletor had assisted him and how Man-At-Arms had trailed him.
"All this time, Duncan kept this from me," she thought bitterly as she felt nauseous again. "My teacher, my confidante, the person who knows my most important secret kept the knowledge of my brother from me."
She promised herself she would make him regret that decision later.
"We feared the worst but never accepted it," Randor went on. "But over time, we dealt with what we knew in our hearts to be the truth."
The truth. Adora cringed when he said that word. Her eyes darkened and she gripped her fists tightly. Suddenly, all of her anger, vengeance, and frustration came bursting out of her like a cannon flare.
"What do you know of the truth?!" she bellowed so loudly that the guards on the other side of the door burst in expecting to see a battle of epic proportions going on in the throne room.
Dumbfounded they stood there with their weapons drawn seeing only the princess and the king. However, the princess didn't stick around to offer any explanation. She curtly turned on her heel and stormed out of the throne room.
After seeing the look on her face, none of the guards dared try to stop her. From the other side of the throne room, Kalen frowned and slowly exited out the side door.
And now she was in the safety of her own room. She stood in the middle of it, quite still. The burning anger still on fire inside of her. Her nostrils flared. Her fists remained clenched in rage.
"Adam," she closed her eyes as she remembered the name as it escaped her father's lips. "Your brother."
She opened her eyes.
"Brother."
She reached behind her back.
"Brother."
She drew the Sword of Protection.
"Brother."
She tightened her grip on the handle.
"Taken."
With the strength of She-Ra herself, Adora unleashed all the anger that had built up inside of her as the cool, blue blade of her sword took apart every piece of her room in a matter of minutes.
*******
Inside the cold walls of Grayskull, the Sorceress awoke with a start. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath.
Wide-eyes, she looked around her chambers, and the events of the day came flooding back to her.
"Blast!" she thought as she quickly stood up and walked over to an alter shaped stone in the room. "There is no time to lie about Teelana."
She looked down at the table and picked up the blue steel sword carefully. Although the light show she had witnessed earlier appeared to be over, she could feel the metal humming. As if it were singing.
"It's coming to life," a smile crept across her face. "I can feel the moons changing. Something extraordinary is about to happen."
She took a deep breath. She knew it would be soon.
But as she exhaled, another feeling washed over her. One of overwhelming despair.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the source, but it did not take long for her to hone in on the source of her concern.
She felt Adora's heart breaking.
The Sorceress lurched inside.
"She knows," she thought to herself with a sigh. "The poor child is devastated."
The Sorceress walked to the window and gazed out onto the dark horizon. She knew what she had to do and knew it was a long time coming. She closed her eyes and focused on...
******
"Adora."
The woman's voice wasn't enough to stop the princess from her tirade.
Adora continued to swing, slicing curtains, mattresses, and clothing, everything in her way. Feathers floated in the air as she attacked her bed and room furniture.
Pain in her arms and shoulders from muscle tears screamed out, begging her to stop but still she continued to unleash her fury in the only way she could. And no one, not even the Sorceress herself, was going to stop her.
"Leave me alone!!" Adora screamed into the air, talking to nobody physical. "They lied to me!! They kept my brother from me!!"
Finally, when her body could take no more, Adora crumpled to the floor. The sword still in her hands. The Sorceress did not try to contact her again for several minutes. Or maybe Adora blocked her out through her sobs.
After a long silence jutted by a few sad moans. Adora considered everything that had been said to her and slowly opened her mind up to the Sorceress again. This time, she sent the message.
"You knew all along, didn't you?"
With that, Adora stood and walked out of her room.
"To hell with telepathy," she thought. This was one conversation that was going to be done face-to-face.