SHE-RA:
Protector of Etheria
ANOTHER FANTASTIC COLLABORATIVE EFFORT BETWEEN
Sonic Thunder Saiyan Turtle and B.E.A.T.N.!
FEATURING THE VOICE TALENTS OF:
Aimee Carrero as Adora/Despara
Christy Carlson Romano as She-Ra
Roger Craig Smith as Bow
Karen Fukuhara as Glimmer
Danny Pudi as Orko the Great
Phil Vischer as Kowl
Dawnn Lewis as Spirit/Swift Wind
Reshma Shetty as Queen Angella
AJ Michalka as Catra
Susan Silo as Shadow Weaver
Linda Chambers-Young as Octavia
Colleen Villard as Frosta
Maryke Hendrikse as Mermista
Cindy Robinson as Perfuma
Scottie Ray as Hordak
Justin Long as Imp
Charlie Adler as Kyle
Lauren Ash as Scorpia
Jon Kassir as Stinkor
Christine Woods as Entrapta
James Marsden as Sea Hawk
Episode #1:
"The Honor of Grayskull, Pt. ½"
GUEST STARS:
KEN SANSOM as Thalgon
SUE BLU as Zalara
REGINALD VELJOHNSON as Montork
BRADFORD JACKSON as Lirvana
WILLOW JOHNSON as The Sorceress
CHAPTER 1: A New Arrival
In the far-off dimension known as Trolla, a quartet of elder beings known as the Crimson Council were in a state of utter panic.
"What do you mean, Mara has fallen?!" exclaimed one named Zalara.
"That is to say, she no longer lives; she is gone," responded the other, called Thalgon. "With the Sword of Protection awaiting its next wielder, we must send forth a new Trollan guide to ensure that they find it, and know how to properly wield it!"
"But who could possibly fit the bill?" wondered the third, Montork. Snoob was too arrogant; Squonge had a habit of telling exaggerated stories; and while Dree-Elle was skilled, she was still just a first-year student of the Trollan Academy of Magic.
And thus did the Crimson Council ponder...until inspiration struck the fourth member, Lirvana. "Wait a second," he said. "Montork, what about that nephew you've been looking after?"
Montork did a double-take. "You mean Orko?" he asked.
"The very same," Zalara replied. "He has shown much promise, has he not?"
Montork nervously stroked his mustache in contemplation. "I'm not quite sure," he stated. "True, he shows great promise, but he still has so much to learn. Not to mention he's a little clumsy with his abilities at times, as well as shy."
"Ah, but the greatest of life's teachers tends to be first-hand experience, doesn't it?" stated Thalgon.
Montork had to agree with that. "You make a good point; besides, he may be our best choice to help guide the next wielder of the sword. Besides, the sword wielder won't listen to someone who's uptight and by-the-book. Remember Mara?"
Thalgon chuckled, recalling the escapades he and Mara had gotten themselves into long ago. "It's hard to forget her!" he responded. "But you are correct."
"Then we must fetch him," declared Lirvana. "At once! The fate of more than one world could rest on this decision."
The rest of the council nodded in agreement.
... ... ...
At that very moment, Orko was in the campus courtyard, practicing his magic with his wand, when suddenly, a pillar of light surrounded him and he vanished!
Seconds later, he reappeared—in the office of the Crimson Council! "Huh? Uncle Montork?" he asked. "What's going on?"
The council got a good look at Orko. He was rather small, wearing a big red coat and magenta scarf, along with a red, pointed hat with his ears poking out of the brim. The hat covered his face a bit, but they could make out his yellow eyes and light blue skin.
"Orko of House Poltar...we, the Crimson Council, have selected you to be the next Trollan Guide for the Sword of Protection," declared Thalgon.
Orko was, to say the least, utterly flabbergasted. "M-me?!" he exclaimed in a squeaky voice. "B-by the Oracle! This is so sudden...so unexpected! I can hardly believe this!"
"You have been chosen to complete this very important task," explained Zalara. "And after much debate and deliberation, you were deemed the best candidate to guide the one who will wield the sword of protection on their journey...do you accept this enormous task?"
"I do!" Orko noddded.
"Be warned, young Orko," instructed Thalgar. "This will be a difficult and arduous task. When the sword finds a new champion to wield its and become the warrior known as She-Ra, you must be ready to guide them in the proper ways to use it. To help others. To protect the innocent. And to vanquish evil."
"I shall," declared Orko. "I won't fail this mission, promise!"
Montork couldn't help but feel a wellspring of pride for his eager young nephew; maybe he truly did have what it took to accomplish such a mission.
"We wish you all the best, young Orko." declared Thalgon. "Bring all that you require, and step into the gateway."
"Sure thing!" Orko replied as he quickly darted out of the office. He packed his wand, his medallion, a few pocket-sized spellbooks, and plenty of magical props before he returned to the main office.
"OK," he told them. "I'm ready to go!"
"May you succeed in ways none of us could expect," said Montork, smiling beneath his mustache. "...and good luck, lad."
Orko wiped his eyes and gave his uncle a big hug. "I'm going to miss you, Uncle Montork," he said.
"I'll miss you too—and I know Gark will as well," Montork said as he patted his nephew on the back, before the hug eventually dissolved. "Now, get into position."
Orko nodded, and went to the middle of the table. The Crimson Councilmen raised their hands, chanted a spell, and a portal formed before Orko.
With a firm nod, Orko stepped through the portal...and in an instant, he felt like he was being rocketed like a shooting star across the universe—and into a completely different dimension!
He was surrounded by a seemingly endless spiral of colors that practically engulfed him...and then...everything went dark.
The next thing Orko knew, he almost swore he could hear muffled voices around him. As he gradually managed to open his eyes, he could see vague shapes that almost resembled people...but not any sort of people he'd ever seen before.
They were all much larger than Orko. Features less like his own people that slowly came into focus. One was a woman with pinkish hair, lavender skin, and magenta clothing. The other was a bearded man with onyx hair.
"Small one, are you alright?" The woman asked in a soothing voice, sprinkled with a British accent. "Can you hear me?"
"Y-yeah..." Orko groaned. "I...I think so..."
"Might we know your name?" inquired the man.
"Orko the Great...of the House Poltar..." Orko replied as his hearing became less muffled.
"Orko the Great?" queried the woman. "Are you a grand wizard of some sort?"
"I was sent here from my home dimension..." Orko coughed. "...to find the next champion who would wield the Sword of Protection. And yeah...I don't mean to brag, but I am a pretty great wizard."
The man gave a chuckle at this, while the woman was in a state of contemplation. "Sword of Protection...are you referring to the weapon of She-Ra?" she asked.
"Yeah!" Orko nodded. "I mean, yes."
"Well then, you're in luck, Orko the Great," smiled the man. "You've come to the right place."
"So, where am I?" inquired Orko. "And, pardon me for asking...but who are you both?"
"Well, to answer your first question; this is the planet Etheria," explained the woman, as Orko reached into his satchel and pulled out a notepad & pencil.
" 'Etheria'...got it," he muttered. "I'll probably need to spellcheck that...but now the second question."
"I am King Micah, and this is my wife, Queen Angella," explained the man.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintances," Orko said, taking a bow in respect to both of them.
Just then, a door was heard opening, and two small children [around Orko's age] raced inside. One was a little girl with Micah's skintone and Angella's hair color, and the other was a redheaded little boy carrying a set of toy arrows and a plastic bow.
Orko was thankful his hat and scarf covered his most of his face, since he started blushing like a tomato when he saw the girl.
"Momma! Momma!" called the girl as she ran inside, but stopped when she saw Orko. "What's that?"
"Well, Glimmer, this is Orko," Queen Angella explained to her daughter. "He has just come to our planet."
"So...you're like, an alien, right?" asked Glimmer.
"I WAS born in another dimension," replied Orko. "So...yeah, I guess I AM an alien."
Glimmer got a starry-eyed gaze as she whispered, "Cooooool..."
"Who, me? Aw, shucks!" Orko blushed. "Anyways, it's a pleasure to meet you, little lady!"
Glimmer gave a curtsy as she had been taught. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she replied.
"I guess he's kinda cool," said the boy next to her, as he gave a wave. "Nice to meet you too."
"And this is my best friend, Bow!" Glimmer gestured to him. "He used to live in the woods, but now he lives with us!"
And so, Orko introduced and familiarized himself with the staff of the Royal Court of Brightmoon, and for the time being, he became the Royal Magician of the Court.
His magical skill seemed to impress everyone in the kingdom, especially Princess Glimmer. Orko was at least glad to have made some friends in his new home, but he knew that he still had a mission to accomplish.
Of course, on the other side of Etheria, another young one was in a place that was nothing like their home.
It was a land that was barren of any of the beautiful and majestic wildlife, a sky that was tinted red. The land was almost like one giant graveyard. This was a terrifying, nightmarish area called The Fright Zone. It was a swampy, boggy terrain, full of monsters and dead-looking trees that would and could grab you if you weren't careful.
And right smack-dab in the middle of this horrifying place was an enormous, fearsome-looking fortress. It looked like an amalgamation of advanced technology and science, combined with a smattering of dark magic and evil architecture.
Only the worst of the worst called this terrible place home...and of course, who else oversaw things in the Fright Zone but the worst of the worst themselves? Perched within a terrible tower that seemed to stretch towards the sky, this was the home of the horrible Hordak, ruthless leader of the Evil Horde. From deep within his sinister sanctum, Hordak dispatched his Horde Troopers across the planet to carry out his wicked will.
Bordering the Fright Zone were three other kingdoms: Darkedge, the Crimson Waste, and Skullpath. Each kingdom's ruler would pay the Evil Horde a hefty sum every month to make sure they didn't terrorize their people.
Hordak and his minions were a terrible blight among the world of Etheria, and they wouldn't cease until the entire planet was in their grasp.
Of course, they had not stopped at the usual means of cruelty, no; they had taken infants from their families, and brought them up within the ranks of the Horde, trained to listen & obey the repugant rules of the Fright Zone.
The best way to describe the Horde was "truly despicable"; it was rare to see someone able to leave the Horde for a clean slate...and while there had been a few, we shall learn of them later.
At this moment, more youngsters were being trained and indoctrinated by the Horde's terrible teachings. And yet, there were two specific ones in particular who seemed to keep a strange sense of optimism, despite their horrible situation.
The first was a young feline-esque girl with her hair dyed black, and tied up in a ponytail. The second was a young girl with blonde hair that cascaded down her back.
Of course, when her combat training officially began, it would be cut short in order to prevent it from becoming a hindrance to her in battle. Such was the rule for every Horde soldier in training.
"Yo, Despara; you up?" whispered a voice from the bunk below her.
"Yeah...just having a little trouble sleeping," responded Despara; she glanced to the lower bunk.
In the darkness of their room, she could make out the calming glow of Catra's turquoise and golden heterochromian eyes. Even if the room was pitch-black, they still managed to shine through.
"You'll be fine," responded Catra. "We've ALWAYS been fine...and we always will be."
"I hope so," said Despara. "I'm just glad I have you here with me, Catra."
"Hey, somebody's gotta help you keep these yutzes in line, eh?" Catra smirked.
Despara couldn't resist the urge to chuckle at that.
"Now c'mon, let's get to sleep before ol' creepy cloak comes snooping about," said Catra, referring to Shadow Weaver.
Despara nodded. "G'night, Catra."
"G'night, Des," responded Catra, and the both of them turned in for the night, drifting off soon afterwards.
And thus begins my long-awaited vision of the She-Ra series. I have been meaning to do this for two years, but I could never find the time until recently!
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