Prologue
17 years ago…
I stared into the black abyss of the skull's eyes. Devoid of emotion or any feeling. It was only a projection of him, Skeletor. My former pupil. Once upon a time, I had taken him under my wing but that was so long ago. Now he stands, a grown man, tall and muscular, skin painted dark blue with a deep purple robe ripped to shreds clinging to his body, black belts strapped across his torso. He hides behind a skeletal mask, I hid behind nothing and no one. That was the difference between us.
Skeletor spoke to me through an interstellar transmission, we were planets apart. He had told me days ago about a First Ones weapon that could be harnessed to my will. There were two weapons, Skeletor sought out one and I sought the other.
The raid on Eternia went well, the weapon acquired.
I sought to bring peace, unity and balance to every planet in every galaxy. I may yet accomplish that. There was always a First One in getting in the way, but now I planned to use their own weapon against them. Peace will be brought to Etheria. It will succumb to the will of the Horde. I will gain control and balance will be restored to the universe. That was the goal. And with such a powerful weapon at hand, that goal may not be far off yet.
With spirits elevated, Skeletor left to uphold his part of the plan. The transmission died, leaving only me by my lonesome, reclining on my throne made from steel and iron, rigid at the edges. Cruel and twisted. I glanced down at a Horde soldier standing guard at the bottom of the dark stairs.
"Bring me Shadow Weaver," I said, my voice low and rough. "The next step of our plan to bring peace to Etheria starts now."