That's a good start and I am interested in seeing where exactly the fabled power of Grayskull comes from, or if it all comes from the sword of T'ernos.
I've again found the itch to revisit this work. I've made edits here and there though the overall story has not changed. Once again, here is Masters of the Universe.
Chapter 1: Ominous Beginnings
Long ago on the planet Eternia, T'ernos, a powerful and mystic smith, created a sword of power for his King. The sword was beautifully crafted with many enchantments and technological wonders... it was by the far the most powerful sword in the universe.
When T'ernos had finished the sword he presented it to his ruler, King Grayskull, who humbly accepted the gift and deeply thanked T'ernos. Grayskull was a wise and powerful ruler but he was troubled. He loved Eternia and all of its peoples and would see to it that they stay unharmed at any cost, but in his heart he knew that he could not do this. He knew this wonderful land and the peoples that inhabited it would not long enjoy the peace they now had.
King Grayskull ruled Eternia from Castle Grayskull, a shining light in the center of the land. Its ivory walls glistened under the Eternian Sun and all who looked upon it felt their heart at ease. It was indeed a glorious sight. The Castle's front was an eerie yet protective skull, with its mouth forming at a lowered drawbridge, welcoming good and threatening evil.
Grayskull had ruled the land for many years along with his magical Queen, Veena, and his trusted warrior council. Long ago they had saved Eternia from an Evil warlord who had vowed to take the land and remake it in his vile image, Hsss, King of the Snakemen.
The Snakemen had terrorized and devoured all who stood in their path and soon Hsss had an army that could overtake the world, which he did. Kingdom by kingdom, they all fell to Hsss, who by now had declared himself the Emperor of All. Nothing seemed able to stop him until he came to the last kingdom of Eternia. His Generals had already captured the kingdom's ruler, whom they delivered to Hsss to devour. With all hope lost, Grayskull, a mighty warrior, gathered all of the people to him and led them to war against the Snakemen.
It was a gruesome battle. The Snakemen's blood lust and appetite for flesh was a horrific sight to behold, but the people remained steadfast as Grayskull led them in the battle. Quieting their fear, they cut through the Snakemen in one uniform charge. Heads fell, arms flew, and blood splattered until at last Grayskull found himself against the dreadful Hsss. They struggled against each other for what seemed an eternity until finally it seemed that the Snake-king had bested Grayskull. However, as Hsss prepared to devour the warrior, Grayskull smiled.
A brilliant flash of light shone throughout the battlefield as all of the Snakemen rose in the air, contorting into a whirlpool of venom and fangs as they vanished from sight forever. The battle had been a diversion. Veena, Grayskull's sorceress, had created a rift to another dimension and trapped the Snakemen there for all time.
It all seemed but a dream to Grayskull now, saving Eternia, being made its ruler and wiping Evil from the land, dreams that he had not the time to recall for he knew unless he acted now, all that he had fought for would be lost. And he was right. At that very moment, far from the Castle, near the Valley of Dragons, a craft landed. Its size and ominous shape blocked out the setting sun. It was Hordak, the conqueror of all and Commander of the Horde.
Destroyers and enslavers, the Horde had spent years traveling from planet to planet subjugating the inhabitants to the will of Hordak. His technologically enhanced army proved unstoppable. From the planets he conquered he took their greatest warriors and made them his Generals: Leech, a giant lizard type monster whose strength was matched by his power to suck the life force out of an opponent; Mantenna, a four-legged bat creature whose protruding eyes released a heat beam and was a master of mind control; Grizzlor, a terrible monster covered in long flowing hair with immense size and strength; and Modulok, a shape shifting plague upon the universe. As terrible as they were, they paled in comparison to their leader. A master of the dark arts and a technological mastermind, Hordak could accomplish anything he willed.
A door on the craft slid open and thousands of soldiers poured out like a waterfall of silver and black. They surrounded the craft, a swarm increasing in size and number until the ground could no longer be seen. The craft's arrival and the sudden movements of the legions alarmed the nearby dragons, who began to move forward and inspect the new arrivals. As they approached, a shrouded figure slowly stepped out of the ship, the white of his skin glowing in the rising darkness.
As the Dragons prepared to destroy the invader, he stopped, raised his head slightly and exhaled a slow breath. Instantly a brilliant green light encompassed the entire valley. When it dissipated the dragons were gone. The figure removed his hood and snorted.
The next morning King Grayskull assembled his council to share with them his fear. The wise warriors were taken aback. Arrogantly, they denounced Grayskull's worries, telling him that they had destroyed the Evil of the land and that there was no reason for his fear. The humble king sat back in his throne and became deep in thought. Veena noticed his sorrow and had the council dismissed. Once in private, Veena reminded the King that the members of the council, for all their wisdom, were just mortal and still subject to pride like everyone else. Grayskull looked up at his loving wife and smiled. He knew that but he also knew his time was running out.
Stepping off his throne and walking towards a window, the King looked lovingly on Eternia: its deep blue rivers, the wild colors of its plant life, the blazing yellow of the sun. He looked back at Veena and asked what he should do. Returning his gaze, Veena told him to go and rest for now. The King agreed and entered his chambers.
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That's a good start and I am interested in seeing where exactly the fabled power of Grayskull comes from, or if it all comes from the sword of T'ernos.
Chapter 2: Shaking the Heavens
The Horde had wasted little time in their conquest of Eternia. They destroyed everyone and everything in front of them. The Eternian peoples tried to fight back but to no avail. Living in peace for so long they had forgotten the ways of war and were no match for the Horde's battle hardened soldiers. As each village was destroyed the best warriors were pitted against Hordak's Generals. No one survived. As they slaughtered the people they heard rumblings of a king and Castle Grayskull. Ready for a challenge, Hordak gathered his whole invasion force and headed for the castle.
T'ernos the Smith saw the Horde force charging through the countryside, inching closer to Castle Grayskull. He headed back to Grayskull as fast as he could to warn the King. King Grayskull was meeting with his council when the smith arrived. Scrambling to the throne room, the wise smith told them all that he had seen. The council was shocked at this revelation and they realized that this was the cause of the King's fear. The King realized it as well and was grieved. He thanked T'ernos and told him to seek shelter. The King then returned to his chambers leaving the council and Queen Veena in the throne room.
Grayskull wept bitterly, his time was up. Eternia, the world he loved with all of his being... no longer would he be able to watch its majestic sun climb over the mountains or see its vast oceans and walk through its dense forests. Standing tall, King Grayskull put on his glimmering ivory armor and grabbed his axe and shield and prepared to leave his chambers. T'ernos' sword, he had almost forgotten the gift of the smith, he pulled it out of its sheath and studied it. When he had accepted it from the smith, he paid little attention to it but now he noticed all of the amazing detail. The shape of the handle felt perfect in his hands, and the blade was long and broad, engraved with great detail and down the center of the blade there was an inscription that read 'By the power of Grayskull'. The sword was indeed a mighty gift.
Strapping it behind him, Grayskull reentered his throne room, startling his council, who were overtaken by the guilt of their earlier pride. The King noticed this and smiled warmly to them. His friends and trusted allies, he would not leave this world without making peace with them. He forgave them all and had them gather the army. As they left, the mystical Queen Veena approached the King, bowing low to the ground and hiding her face. His great love, he knelt down in front of her and raised her head to meet his. Looking into her tear laden face, he embraced her and kissed her one last time. The King told her that he would not survive the battle and to be strong. She knew this was true and, fighting back more tears, went to prepare for battle.
Grayskull descended from the throne room to the lower levels of the Castle to find the council and the army ready for war. He looked towards the stables and summoned his steed, his mighty Lion. Petting the war cat softly, he climbed into the saddle.
Castle Grayskull, the immense ivory structure was beyond Hordak's wildest imaginations. It would indeed make the perfect palace and this planet would become the Horde's new seat of power. Smiling slightly to himself, he signaled for battle lines to be drawn. Stepping into his air chariot, he looked upon the greatness of his mighty army. They were the finest fighting force alive. The sheer number of them alone was overwhelming. Fitted with his crafted armor that carried infinite technological wonders, there was never any doubt of success. Looking towards his generals he signaled the battle cry.
The sudden rush of noise left little doubt in everyone's mind, the enemy was here. The King, astride his mighty Lion, faced his troops. He looked out among them, taking note of their loyalty and trust in him. He wondered who would lead them when he was gone, who would they give such blind loyalty to. He loved them all and was proud of their courage.
Noticing Queen Veena at the top of the balcony, he gave her a nod, which she returned and headed to her perch on top of the Castle. Then he raised his mighty sword aloft and shouted as loud as he could the inscription T'ernos had put on the sword, “By the power of Grayskull!” His army, feeling his mighty strength and courage among them, raised their weapons proudly and shouted the cry of their King. The sound of their voices vibrated through the walls and into the outlying city where the Horde army lay waiting. Then, turning back towards the front, the King signaled for the Jawbridge to be lowered and rushed out with his army to meet the invaders.
Legendary, Epic, Awesome... the battle raged with such vigor and violence that the sky seemed red. Finally seeing some strength in his soon to be throneworld, Hordak and his generals joined in the battle against the mighty King. Bodies were everywhere. The pace of the battle proved to be brutal on Grayskull's army, but watching their King continuing the fight, they took courage and continued on.
As if they were magnetic poles being drawn toward each other, Grayskull and Hordak inched closer together on the battlefield until finally they came face to face. Wasting little time, Hordak raised his hand and a brilliant blast of energy was hurled toward the King. In reflex, he raised his sword up to his face, deflecting the blast back at one of the Horde generals as he himself flew towards the ground from the power of Hordak.
Seeing what happened, Queen Veena took flight from her perch on the Castle and descended down to the battlefield, putting herself between the King and Hordak. The Evil conqueror again released an energy blast but Veena, chanting a spell, dissolved it. With a full smile upon his face, Hordak began to release a massive barrage against the Queen, which she struggled to stand against.
Grayskull, sitting up from the blast, saw his Queen squaring off against the invader. He gritted his teeth and charged back at the Evil one striking him with his sword, sending the invader flying. Turning towards Veena, he reminded her of the spell she used on the Snakemen the many years before. Nodding, she flew back to her perch to cast the spell. As the awesome light began to form around the battlefield, Hordak noticed the Queen on her perch and shot one last blast out towards her as he was raised into the vortex with his army.
As the mystic Queen finished the spell, she looked below in horror to see her King face down on the battlefield surrounded by the army. In an instant she was there beside him. Turning him over, she saw the massive hole in his chest; she realized what he had done for her. Struggling for air, the King looked up towards the sky of Eternia, seeing the glory of its sun as his vision left him, and with his last breath he uttered his final words, “I have the power.” King Grayskull, the wise and mighty ruler of Eternia was dead.
As the warriors began to grieve, T'ernos the Smith walked up and saw the fallen King. With a tear in his eye, he chanted a spell and the body of Grayskull rose into the air and turned transparent. Then with a flick of his wrist, T'ernos sent the warrior into the mighty sword he had crafted. Queen Veena, the council, and the mighty army all looked upon the smith in surprise. T'ernos solemnly explained that more Evil was still to befall Eternia and the land would once again need its king. Helping the Queen to her feet, he grasped the sword and disappeared.
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Chapter 3: A New Age
Queen Veena was a strong warrior, a powerful sorceress and very wise, but she was still prone to grief and despair. Everyday had been a nightmare for her following Grayskull's death. She missed her wise and valiant husband more than she could comprehend, and with each passing day life became more unbearable. She longed for freedom from the ache in her heart and she knew as long as she led the people of the Eternia that the pain would never be gone.
Assembling the council, she informed them that she would no longer be able to rule and protect the people and that she would leave them under their protection. The council was saddened; having just lost their King, the thought of losing their Queen was unbearable. Queen Veena encouraged them and told them not to worry. Rising in the air, she chanted an inaudible spell that sent waves of blue and white rippling through the air that transformed the council.
Immediately they felt a power surging through them that increased their collective wisdom and gave them mastery over the elements. Finishing the spell, the Queen gave the council instructions to move the kingdom to another part of Eternia and leave her at Castle Grayskull. They were also to watch over the royal line of King Grayskull, which continued through his nephew Aldor and his family. The council agreed and gathered all the Eternian people for the pilgrimage to their new kingdom. The Queen bade them all farewell and told them that they will always have a friend in Castle Grayskull.
The travel to their new kingdom proved long and arduous, but after years of labor and perseverance, their new home, Eternos, was established. The main structure in Eternos was called the Hall of Wisdom, and it was home to the council, or as they were now called by the people of Eternia, the Elders. There, the Elders watched over and protected Eternos for many long years.
Keeping their promise to Queen Veena, the Elders appointed Aldor as the Captain of Eternos and endowed upon him their collective wisdom of the ways of warfare and justice. Aldor, in turn, raised an army to protect the Kingdom and taught them the ways of war and peace. And for a time, Eternia was free from strife. The tranquility enjoyed by the planet was so great in this period that it became known as the Golden Age, or the Days of the Elders.
Though the Kingdom was indeed at peace, the Elders saw to it that the protectors of Eternia were never lax and were always training and perfecting the art of war, for they still remembered the cryptic warning of the mystical smith T'ernos, those many years ago, that more Evil would still befall Eternia. Never forgetting this, or the cost of their pride in those days, they stayed ever vigilant; waiting for the time that action would be needed.
As the years passed, so did the peoples of Eternia, but the Elders themselves never aged. The line of captains passed through Aldor's family, from father to son, for many generations until the time came when few could recall the days before the Golden Age. King Grayskull and his mighty sword had long since become legend and myth to the people, a bedtime story for their young. Castle Grayskull itself had become lost through the ages, though many a treasure seeker tried to find it. It, along with the King was now just a happy thought in the back of one's mind.
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Chapter 4: Waning of the Golden Age
As time passed, a new captain accepted the responsibility of protecting Eternia named Meeren. Meeren proved an astute learner and surpassed his father in his knowledge of battle. Though respected by his parents, he was envied by his brother, Marek. Marek longed to have the power and honor that came with being captain and felt that he was indeed the better of two brothers. To escape his emotions, Marek left the kingdom to endure a life of wandering about Eternia.
He spent years traversing the land, crossing the Mystic Mountains and the Ice Mountains to the north. There he came into the realm of the dragons and their leader, Granamyr. Learning their language, he became a guest in their land and a student of their ways. Eventually, Marek shared with Granamyr the reason for his wandering and of his jealousy. The Dragon Lord warned Marek that unless he made peace with his brother his soul would forever be darkened and all his works would lead to sorrow. His jealousy hardened his heart to Granamyr’s wisdom. He cursed the Dragon Lord and all of his folk for siding with his brother and left in a rage.
Leaving the Ice Mountains, he made his way south and then east across the Sands of Time. On foot, the journey seemed an eternity. With each step, Marek lost more of who he was, letting his anger consume him. Indeed, it was his anger that powered him through the unforgiving desert and in time he came to the forgotten kingdom of Zalesia. Collapsing at the entrance, he slept for days.
Marek awoke in a strange room filled with horns and a silhouetted figure appeared before him. The figure introduced himself as the Faceless One. Sharing with Marek, he told of how his kingdom fell before King Hsss and his Snakemen eons ago. The Faceless One himself was cursed by Hsss to forever wander his home and remember his failure to protect the city.
Moved by his words, Marek felt that he had finally found someone to sympathize with him. Marek shared of his journeys to the Faceless One and of his falling out with his brother. The Faceless One disappeared from the room, leaving Marek alone with his thoughts. Marek again fell into a deep sleep. Sometime later he felt himself summoned to a central room in the fallen fortress. There Marek found the Faceless One upon a throne waiting for him. The shell of a king told Marek that his feelings toward his brother will be the death of him. Marek fell to his knees and questioned the spirit on how he could free himself of his curse. The Faceless One told him to make peace with Meeren to be released from his torment. Once again, an uncontrollable rage came over Marek and his eyes seemed to blaze. He left Zalesia without saying a word.
Walking for miles he came to a sheer cliff face. Standing at the edge, he looked down at the abyss. He had found his escape. Hovering a foot over the side, Marek took a breath and prepared himself for the plunge. As he stepped, a voice entered his head. “MAREK”. The voice boomed through his skull though it seemed as a whisper. Again he heard the voice and fell back from the cliff face. Looking around, he saw a ruined building. Marek had paid little attention to it before, assuming it had been a part of the fallen kingdom.
Walking inside, he found a slab of concrete with a single beam of light shining from it. Upon it, he found a shining red amulet. It seemed to glow with a fiery light as if it came from the heavens. Shuddering, he reached out and touched the amulet. Immediately a bright red glow encompassed him as he began to hover in the sky. The glow drew inward and suddenly shot inside him traveling down his mouth. Marek fell to the floor with a thud.
Sitting up he grabbed the amulet and walked out of the ruined building. Looking up to the sky, he felt himself rise. Slowly at first, he burst forth into the heavens. From the top of the world, he felt new power flowing through him. Finally his eyes came to rest upon the kingdom of Eternos. With a sinister smile, Marek made new plans for himself.
In the time that Marek had been gone, decades had passed. Meeren had grown old and married, giving way to his children Miron and Mira. Miron had been a great student of his father, learning much of his wisdom. Mira herself had become an apprentice to the Elders, learning much and had become well respected in the land.
The time came when the Elders purposed to spend an extended time in meditation to reflect upon the past and look to the future. They felt that the evil that T’ernos had spoken of drew near and wanted to prepare themselves for that time. Miron and Mira had been left in charge of the Hall of Wisdom as Meeren led the rest of the kingdom. It was at this time that Marek returned to Eternos.
Hovering through the city gates, the people were startled by this mage in a flowing red cape. Pulling out his amulet he released a bolt of energy through the town, destroying all in his path. In a loud voice he called for his brother to face him. Word reached Captain Meeren of some destroyer at the gates. He called for his army and rushed to meet him. By the foresight of the Elders, the army had never been lax and even now they were ready to do battle.
As the people fled to the center of town, the army flanked Marek and Meeren stepped forward at the center.
“At last it ends”, Marek taunted.
“Whoever you are, you are foolish to come at us with evil intent. Stand down!” Meeren ordered.
Marek scowled and rushed at the opposing army.
The shouts of the battle of reached the Hall of Wisdom. Miron felt his soul leap. Turning to Mira, he told her to summon the Elders as he rushed to help his father. Coming to the battlefield, he found bodies strewn about the town. Hands grasping weapons that could not move, faces gritting teeth preparing for what had struck them and in the midst of it all he saw the body of his father, hunched over and breathing heavily.
Running to his side, he caught Meeren as he fell backward, his head in resting on Miron’s arm. Slowly a figure hovered close behind them.
“Marek…” the captain breathed to his son as he fell to sleep.
Turning quickly, Miron laid eyes upon his father’s bane.
“No, not Marek, brother, I am Marzo!”
“Marek?” Miron, questioned, “You are my Uncle?!”
“I am your beginning and I am your end. I am Marzo! Drop your sword and serve me!” Marek ordered haughtily.
Miron gripped his sword tightly and stood tall.
“I serve none but the people and the Elders. Prepare to meet your end, monster.”
Miron charged at Marzo and the two clashed swords. Upon seeing that the skill of Miron surpassed his own, Marzo grasped amulet and prepared to blast the young warrior. Just as he was about to strike, he felt his body freeze in position. Time seemed to stop. Suddenly a young woman approached surrounded by figures clad in luminescent blue.
The Elders removed the amulet from Marek as Mira ran to her father’s side with Miron. Looking at one another the Elders turned to Marek.
“Repent of your jealousy, Marek, and rejoin your people. Too long have you hardened your heart.”
Marek spat upon the beings of spirit and shouted, “Marek is dead. I am now and forever Count Marzo, leader of a people who cursed him! I will never relent and your power will one day be mine!”
With much sadness, the Elders turned Marek into a stunted dark old man, a reflection of how he had allowed himself to become. They banished him from the land and sent his amulet far out of his reach across the land of Eternia.
After lamenting their great loss, the people of Eternia turned to the Elders who made Miron the new Captain. Mira rejoined the Elders in the Hall of Wisdom and continued to learn from their teachings.
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Chapter 5: An Eternia United
While in meditation, the Elders had decided that the time had come to try to unite all of the scattered kingdoms of Eternia; a further step to prepare for the future evil. In the time of the Golden Age, many new civilizations had appeared throughout the planet.
In the far north, the Dragons had repopulated the Ice Mountains under their lord, Granamyr. After their dealings with Hordak and Marzo, they had little love for outsiders.
Hovering south of the mountains of ice, the Simian people had created a city in the clouds named Avion. The people of Avion had the ability to fly and fled to their city in the sky during the Horde invasion.
West of Avion laid the Mystic Mountains. Deep in its caves, the bee-like people of Andreenos lived and harvested Ambrosia. The Ambrosia granted them great strength and made the people great warriors.
Further, in the Ocean of Gnarl was the island of Anwat Gar. There the Gar had lived for many eons without any dealings with the outside world. They were a private people yet very wise. In their land lay the Stones of Legacy which stood under constant protection.
South of the Mystic Mountains grew the Evergreen Forest. The Forest was the domain of the cat-like Quadians. Decades earlier, refugees from the planet Thundera crashed on Eternia. Finding their way to the forest, they intermingled with the Quadians, becoming a mighty-tribe like people.
Following the Horde invasion, some fled below ground, building what is now called Subternia. New civilizations grew there in the form of the Speleans, a bat-like people, and the long tailed Caligars.
In the far east, across the twin deserts, the ruins of Zalesia stood, the home of the undead Faceless One.
The Elders sent messengers to each of these kingdoms, hoping to bring them together and form a council of peace. They planned to meet on the southern Unnamed Island in the Harmony Sea, hoping the neutral location would entice them. The Elders left Mira in charge of Eternos as they and Miron went to prepare the island for the meeting.
Weeks later at the time of meeting, ambassadors from each kingdom arrived to hear the Elder’s proposal. The Elders announced the building of a mighty tower north of the Tar Swamps. There, the scattered peoples could have a common meeting place to plan trade, safe keep the kingdoms and promote peace. With a council leading the planet, the Elders could devote themselves to preparation for the evil to come.
Some immediately took the Elder’s plan, none more so than the Avion and Quadian people. Others opposed the idea, such as the Dragon and Anwat Gar ambassadors. Both kingdoms preferred their isolation, the Dragon ambassador going so far as to accuse the Elders of trying to imperialize the planet. The Faceless One spoke of what happened to his kingdom due to his short sightedness and warned the ambassadors to heed the Elder’s wisdom.
In the end, the peoples from Avion, the Quadians, the Speleans, the Caligars and the Faceless One agreed and worked with the people of Eternos to build the mighty central tower, which they named the Tower of Harmony. The Dragons, Andreenids and Gars returned to their homes to look after themselves. Many of the people of Eternia feared that the three un-united kingdoms were planning open war and their hearts were unsettled.
From the Harmony Tower, ambassadors from the five kingdoms met once a month to discuss matters of state and new policy. The Faceless One stayed in Zalesia as he had no people to rule and felt no reason to concern himself with the worries of others. As Captain of Eternos, Miron went with Mira his sister as ambassadors to the Harmony Tower. There they made friends with the other ambassadors and both became well respected. Miron’s closest ally came in the form of Kartoz the Caligar. They found great peace in the mastering of the sword and spent much time out of council sparring together.
Mira was close with Ky’Fur the Quadian. Ky’Fur became enamored of her wisdom and soon of Mira herself. The Council of Harmony, as it was soon called, kept peace for many years and the five kingdoms flourished. The Elders then decided that they could finally enter their planned prolonged meditation. They took a ship and left to the Ocean of Gnarl.
One day, the time came for the Council of Harmony to convene. The ambassadors all arrived in surprise to find that a new kingdom wished to join them. Akklion of the Merpeople announced that his kingdom, which dwelt deep beneath the Sea of Rakash, had been watching the surface dwellers for years and wished to make peace with them. The Council gladly welcomed him to their union and began to open ways of trade.
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Chapter 6: Breaking Harmony
At first the Merpeople of Rakash were receptive of all the guidance the other ambassadors offered but it was not long before they began to voice their own opinions. The Merpeople began to call for many changes amongst the other five kingdoms. They wished for the laws of their people to supersede all others. They also grew a distaste for the people of Avion and how they lived so far from the water. The Merpeople felt it was blasphemous to their deity, Ocelot, the lord of the waters.
The biggest impediment came from the love of Mira and Ky’Fur. The Merpeople felt that if the Council of Harmony allowed their love then they would try to intermarry with their own people. Akklion the Merking called for the Council to denounce their union and have them put to death.
These harsh feelings caused many problems for the Council of Harmony. Some felt that to go against the Merpeople would end the peace they enjoyed and bring about new bloodshed. Others were appalled at the thought of killing to promote peace. The Council debated this for many days, never reaching an accord. Mira and Ky’fur decided to flee the kingdoms and live on their own in the wild land below the Evergreen Forest. On the eve of the meeting, they fled, without a word to their kin.
The next morning when the Council convened, Captain Miron was nowhere to be found. He was out searching for Mira whom he feared was taken captive. Of course, no one else on the Council knew this. Akklion declared his absence as a sign of disrespect for the ways of the Merpeople and announced the Kingdom of Eternos as his enemies. Kartoz the Caligar stood to Miron’s defense. He said that the Merpeople were power hungry and were only looking and waiting for a reason to bring war. Akklion drew his spear against the Kartoz as the other Council members jumped to keep the two apart. Akklion composed himself, saying that whoever sides with Miron and Eternos will fall with them and with all who allow intermarriage.
Things were spiraling fast now. Akklion left to prepare his armies for war. The Speleans joined them as they felt their Subternian neighbors, the Caligars, were using the moment to take all of Subternia for themselves and wanted the Merpeople as allies. News reached the Andreenids of what had happened and they joined the Merpeople as well, fearing the people of Avion.
Kartoz had soon found Miron and told him of what had transpired. Miron, feeling that the Merpeople had already killed Mira and Ky’Fur, led the resistance with Kartoz and the Caligars as the Quadians and Simians of Avion joined them.
The day of battle came one cold morning, as the armies lined up on the northern and southern banks of the Sands of Time. Miron surveyed the enemy’s encampments and felt a chill creep up his spine. The number of Merpeople was tallied in the millions, not counting the Andreenids and Speleans, and it seemed to Miron that Akklion had emptied the entire ocean for this war. Kartoz put his hand on his friend’s shoulder, reassuring him that he was not alone. Indeed the combined armies of the four kingdoms were numbered in the hundreds of thousands.
Ky’Thar, the brother of Ky’Fur, led the Quadian forces as Atmos directed the Avion contingent. The four generals met together at the front of their forces. Looking on at the oncoming enemy, everything seemed so unreal.
“How did it come to this?” Miron lamented aloud.
Ky’Thar let out a fierce growl. “From hate!” he roared, “Let us now return the favor!”
Kartoz shared a glance with Miron, letting him know that he would follow his lead. Miron sighed and signaled the charge.
Deep in the Evergreen Forest, Mira awoke to the shaking of the ground beneath her. She looked up to see Ky’Fur awake and staring off to the east.
“It has begun” he purred lowly. “They let our love lead them to war.”
Turning to Mira he pulled her to his side, “We must stop this. We cannot let our selfishness destroy Eternia.”
Mira embraced him and agreed. “With the Elders gone, we have no other choice.”
The first day of battle was a grisly affair. The Speleans and Andreenids had overcome Atmos and his forces in the skies and it was not long before he fell to their spears. His body fell before Ky’Thar the Quadian and his rage swelled to a towering degree. With his troops behind him, Ky’Thar slashed through many ranks of the Merpeople as Miron and Kartoz took to his flanks.
Ky’thar made his way to the chariot of Akklion and ripped his escorts to shreds. Akklion used the moment to come behind the feline conqueror and thrust his golden spear through his throat. Akklion then signaled for reinforcements to follow his charge as he rushed through the Quadians like a mighty wave.
Seeing this, Miron altered his charge and veered left through the middle of the Merpeople’s onslaught. Kartoz noticed and met him in the middle. Then Miron signaled for the retreat. The Caligars held the Merpeople’s reinforcements at bay while the Eternian army cut a way out for the Quadians. That ended the first day of battle.
Miron and Kartoz looked upon their defeated army. A fourth of the Quadians survived Akklion’s charge. Both the Caligars and the Eternians lost a third of their forces while the Simians of Avion, still strong in number, were demoralized at the loss of Atmos. Akklion’s soldiers still numbered in the millions, and his allies were in strong spirits.
The morning arrived, and with it came Akklion bearing a white flag. Meeting with him under a truce, came Kartoz and Miron. Akklion offered an end to hostilities if the armies of the four kingdoms would bow to the Merking. Miron looked back upon his soldiers and began to consider his terms. It was at this time that Ky’Fur and Mira came upon the battlefield. Looking in dread upon the masses of fallen warriors, they approached the white banner.
Seeing them, Akklion was immediately incensed. Grabbing his spear he thrust it forth, smiting Ky’Fur. In reflex, Miron struck his sword into Akklion’s opened mouth and cleaved his head from bottom to top. The Merking and Ky’Fur fell at the same time.
Seeing Akklion fall, the Merpeople collectively cried out. Without a moment’s hesitation, they retreated into the sea, leaving the Speleans and Andreenids shocked. Mira knelt over the form of her fallen love and wept deeply. The battle was over.
Without the hordes of Merpeople, the Speleans and Andreenids surrendered to the four armies. Miron decided that the fate of the world should be left up to the Council of Harmony. Kartoz said that the Council of Harmony had failed and it was time for everyone to look to their own borders. He said this, not out of spite for Miron, but out of distrust for the Speleans. The armies collected their dead and returned to their homes. The Tower of Harmony was abandoned.
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Chapter 7: A Kingdom with a King
In the days after the battle, Mira became inconsolable. Her love for Ky’Fur turned to despair and sorrow. Mira would spend days on end at his tomb, never moving or talking, just sitting. It was on one of these days that Miron came to her at the tomb. Sitting beside Mira, he quietly wrapped his arm around her shoulder, allowing her to lean on his arm.
“Brother”, she said, “I am tired of people and strife. Let me move on to find a new beginning.”
Understanding, Miron stood and embraced his sister and headed back to Eternos.
The ride back to the city was a somber one for the warrior. In the past few years he had known more grief than most would see in their entire lifetime. He watched his father die in his arms before fighting an uncle he never knew. He watched thousands die for the hatred of another and his close friendships were forever strained. The peace he had worked so hard to build was lost in the matter of days. The Elders were still gone on their sojourn for understanding and now his sister had left his life.
Entering the gates of Eternos, the city’s unrest was immediately at his attention. Men and women were shouting in the streets and guards were struggling to maintain peace. Quickly he rode his horse into the middle of the madness and unsheathed his broad sword and held it high above his head. The people immediately became quiet and backed to the sides of the streets.
The captain turned to a guard and inquired the cause for the commotion. The officer told Miron that with the Elders gone and the Tower of Harmony unmanned that the people had become fearful of another nation trying to take the city. Thinking that Elders had truly abandoned them, they wanted to set a king in power to protect Eternos. Miron was taken aback by this turn of events. He was angry with the people for giving up on the Elders so quickly, and in light of everything, he scolded them. He barraged the people verbally for their cowardice and impatience.
Timidly, one townsman stepped forward, saying, “Hail to thee, Miron, lead us and teach us. Be our King.”
Immediately the crowd joined in, shouting “Hail, King Miron, a true man of wisdom and valor!”
Hearing this, Miron’s officers bowed low before their captain. Miron dismounted and dropped to his knees; it seemed as if the weight of the entire world had now been laid upon him.
Across from the Hall of Wisdom, the people expediently built a splendid castle, one they felt would be fit for their king. The building was made a majestic purple and had many columns and steps leading to its entrance. Taller than the Hall of Wisdom, it could be seen from any part of Eternos. Miron begrudgingly accepted his title as king but longed for the Elders to return and put things as they were before, he missed being a soldier.
Now that he was king, he needed someone to take his position as leader of the army. Thinking through his closest advisors, he decided on Randos, a short but broad young man who had fought valiantly during the war with Akklion. Miron named him the Man at Arms of the kingdom and entrusted to him the training and leading of all the soldiers, second only to the king himself.
As time went on, Miron fell in love with the young and beautiful Eleenos. She had been serving Miron as his court advisor but her wit and charm had won his heart. It was not long before the two were wed under the full moon and people were glad to have a queen in their land.
Eleenos provided Miron with three sons: Herkten, the oldest and strongest; Anchor, the wise and compassionate; and Miro, the youngest and most fool hardy of the three. It seemed to Miron that his life was finally coming back together after years of strife and loss. His love for his family grew with each day and he led the people of Eternos with a strong hand and wise rulings.
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Chapter 8: The Sons of Miron
Time continued to pass in the Kingdom of Eternos and each day was spent without the guidance of the Elders. It had been many years since the construction of the Tower of Harmony and the subsequent sabbatical of the Elders. The inspired peace of Eternia had failed and each race returned to their own dealings. Mira, the apprentice of Elders had fled civilization to live a life of mourning. Miron had found himself King of Eternos yet very much alone. His Queen, Eleenos, kept the kingdom running smoothly and his Man at Arms, Randos, kept his warriors well trained and battle ready. Miron only seemed to find peace watching his sons grow into young men.
His oldest son Herkten had proved himself many times to be an honorable and hardy young man. He lived for hunting in the Evergreen forest and training sessions with Randos. Miron loved conversing the ways of athletic prowess with his son.
The secondborn, Anchor, had found a calling in helping his mother with the affairs of state. He was always able to provide sound decisions to problems that arose in court. Beyond that, he spent much time visiting the citizens of Eternos giving generously of both his wealth and wisdom. Miron many times himself sought Anchor for counsel but also just to test the limits of his secondborn’s knowledge. He was enamoured of his wit and humility.
The youngest son was named Miro, carrying the family name. Miro was handsome and daring, dashing and reckless. There never seemed to be a moment that the lad had not invited some calamity into his life through his mischievous antics. Though he was foolish and naive he was well loved by his family. Herkten and Anchor looked on with boyish grins whenever Miro would return home with some calamity he had caused. Miron also had great affection for the boy and never tired of his roguish ways.
As time went on, Herkten had joined the palace guard and worked his way up through the ranks to be second in command under Randos. He was well loved by his fellow soldiers and the peoples of Eternia rejoiced when he returned in triumph from a battle.
Anchor devoted himself to the teachings of the Elders, seeking greater knowledge in the writings they had left the people of Eternos. Anchor opened a school in the kingdom where others could come and learn from him and from the Elders teachings. Many in Eternos were enlightened and increased in knowledge.
Miro found himself twenty years old and without direction. His boyish days were waning and he found himself searching for purpose. His brothers found their own calling and his father Miron was advancing in age. His mother Eleenos balanced running the kingdom with caring for his father. Miro longed for some kind of excitement.
One afternoon Miro was walking around the forests of Eternia. Careless as usual, he left alone and told nobody of his whereabouts. He walked for many hours and found himself deeper in the forest than he had ever before journeyed. At one point he thought he saw a green mountain to the south. Onward he went as his boyish curiosity pulled him deeper into the forest. The vines were growing thicker in this area and Miro began to notice many new creatures he had never seen before. He could have sworn he saw a bright yellow ape off in the distance. Then all of a sudden he saw a girl!
She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and her skin was blue! Miro had never seen a person with blue skin before. Miro immediately lost all of his rational sense and hid in the bushes. In his new state of mind, he decided that hiding and spying was best idea he had ever thought of. While hiding, Miro paid close attention to the girl. She was young, close to his age, and she was dressed like a hunter. She wore a blue headdress with a red ring around it, kind of like a crown. Around her torso she wore a yellow tactical suit with some sort of tracking device on it. In her hands, she carried a red scythe shaped in a semi circle.
The girl was resting by a tree for the longest time until both she and Miro heard a strange call in the distance. Miro almost jumped out of the bushes but with luck he had at this point regained his senses. The girl stood up and headed north west, towards the origin of the call. Miro hesitated before following slowly behind her, sticking to the bushes and behind the vine overgrowth. They went on like this, unknowingly together, until they reached the coast. There, a grand ship sat anchored in the ocean of Gnarl.
On the beach, Miro noticed the call came from a horn in the hands of another blue skinned hunter dressed much the same way as his girl. In fact, there seemed to be twenty or thirty of the blue hunters along the beach all heading towards the ship. In a few moments, they were all aboard and getting ready to take off. The next moment was full of thoughtless decisions as Miro scrambled through the beach and clung to the back of the ship just as it took off.
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Chapter 9: Cause and Effect
Holding tight to the ship, Miro risked a look on board. The ship was full of the blue skinned hunters all dressed like the girl he found. His eyes searched all over the deck of the ship but he was unable to locate her. The girl. What was it about this girl? Miro couldn’t place his finger on it but he was absolutely smitten. But why? He had talked to or kissed every girl in the kingdom but none of them ever struck him right in the heart quite like her. All at once, Miro began to feel a warmness cover his whole body. The sensation ran to his head and started at his foot.
“My foot?” thought Miro.
Looking down he noticed a swarm of piranhanic lizards latching on and biting his leg. Screaming in a mix of shock and agony, Miro let go of the ship and sank into the water. Scrambling, he pulled off each of the lizards and killed them with his dagger. Just as his air was running out he breached the top of the ocean and sucked in a deep breath of air.
Almost immediately, as the air entered his lungs it left his lungs. Huge arms hurled him out of the ocean and on to a hard surface. He was aboard the ship. His scream had alerted the hunters. Once he had returned to the ocean surface they had grabbed him from the water. Looking up, Miro saw red, circular scythes all around him as well quite a few angry and distrusting faces.
“This ought to be splendid,” muttered Miro to himself.
“Be silent, outlander,” ordered one of the blue hunters. They began to talk amongst themselves.
“What do we do with him?”
“He has seen too much. Bringing him with us is too much of a risk.”
“He has done no wrong and looks only a boy.”
“To be sure we cannot let him go.”
“Lock him in the cabin. We will let the Master decide.” With that, one of them blew a white dust in Miro’s face and he fell in a deep sleep. As his eyes began to close he saw his girl standing to the side, looking at him curiously.
Kel was the Master’s daughter and granddaughter of the Emperor of Anwat Gar. Her people, the Gar had lived on the island nation for centuries with few to no contact with the outside world. The island had been her life. That is why she jumped at the chance to train as a hunter and sail to the further coast of the ocean to provide food for the island.
The Gar had long hunted and lived off the game the ocean of Gnarl provided them but in recent years the animals came less and less into their waters. This forced the Gar into the dangerous decision of breaking their code of isolation or starvation. The nation did not choose the latter.
Kel’s father had been tasked by the Emperor into training groups of hunters to reach the coast and provide food for the nation. Kel loved the sense of adventure, the excitement that she felt every time she boarded the ship for the coast. She never did much hunting but she did do a lot of exploring. This new green, lush forest that lay before her astounded Kel. She loved walking through the woods and napping under the trees.
Her father, the Master, knew she did not contribute to the hunt but chose into indulge in his daughter’s curiosity. He trained her himself for the trips and trusted that her skills would protect her if she ever encountered any real danger.
When the pale boy had been brought aboard the ship, Kel was in deep shock. The boy’s skin had no color! She had never seen a pale person before. Instantly her mind began to wander.
“Were there more people like this?”
“Where did they come from?”
“Where did he come from?”
“How did he get out here?”
“Why is he here?”
“Why did he scream?”
“Why was he grasping a knife?”
The jumble of thoughts all at once excited and scared Kel to her core. She knew that her life was forever changed in this moment. As her brother, Selk, blew the winds of sleep in the boys lungs, she saw him turn and look at her. It was almost as if the boy was smiling at her. Kel did not know why, but she liked it.
Chapter 10: Faces in a Mirror
As his eyes opened, Miro took in fragrances he had never smelled before. There was a sweet perfume on the air as he roused from his stupor. High expectations fell flat as he looked around to find himself in a cell. The room was made of stone and had a door of iron bars. He also found that he was not alone. Sitting up from his bed he took notice of his blue skinned roommate.
“Ah, he stirs,” remarked the stranger. His tone suggested that he spoke in jest. “I see the winds of sleep do a number on pale people. I wonder if it has to do with the lack of pigment in your skin?”
“How long have I been out?” the groggy young Miro questioned.
“You were still asleep when they brought you to my cell,” answered the stranger, “and that was four days ago.”
“Four… days!” Miro exclaimed, “Where am I?!”
“Concisely put, you are in bed but to expound upon your request you are in a holding cell in the Temple of Correction found only here in the nation of Anwat Gar,” the stranger responded.
“Anwat Gar… I’ve heard stories about this place. People say the Gars are cannibals! Anyone who goes to that island is eaten alive!” Miro gasped.
“If that is true, then I must find my dining ware, it has been awhile since I’ve dined on the flesh of man,” returned the stranger.
“Wait, then you are a Gar?” Miro asked incredulously.
The stranger nodded.
“I’m sorry, I meant no offense. Its just stories people in the villages say. I don’t really believe it,” conceded Miro.
“Then, you do not wish for me to eat you?” questioned the Gar.
“If at all possible, I’d very much like to avoid that,” answered Miro.
The two prisoners shared a laugh as Miro engaged his new friend in deep conversation. He questioned him about the land, what it was like and what the people were like. The Gar informed him that the island was almost a paradise and was indeed made for people not to have want to leave. Miro learned that the people were very much like himself, only blue. He also found out that they were a warrior race who prided themselves on training their mind, body and soul to be at one. To be at one with themselves they would be complete and have no need of anything.
Miro found it odd that even though they were warriors, they had never seen war. The Gar explained that it is forbidden for the people of Anwat Gar to have contact with outsiders. True enough, how could they have war without strangers? In all of his questions, Miro suddenly realized that he had not learned his companion’s name.
“Please forgive me, friend,” admitted Miro, “but we have not been properly introduced. My name is Miro. Believe it or not, but I am a Prince from where I come from, the Kingdom of Eternos.”
“And I am Le-Al,” answered the Gar, “but now I must ask, how did a young man of royalty find himself here?”
“A girl, believe it or not,” Miro replied.
“Well, well. Indeed are not women the source of all our turmoil?” commented Le-Al. As he said this, Miro noticed a far off look in his eyes, like he was lost in a memory of a memory. In this moment, Miro began to really consider his new friend. The Gar named Le-Al looked young like the lad but judging by how he carried himself and the obvious wit and wisdom he displayed, Miro guessed he were to be close to forty years old.
“What about you,” asked Miro, “how did you get here?”
“And he rolled his dice and found they were loaded,” mused Le-Al, “that is indeed the question, isn’t it?” Miro noticed slight discomfort in his cellmate.
“I’m sorry if that is a rude question,” offered Miro, “I do not mean to pry. You just strike me as such a proud and wise man, not at all as foolish as I.”
“No, no, questions are made to be answered and it is the same with this,” replied Le-Al. “To tell the truth, this may the first time I have ever put my… situation… into words, so please bear with me.”
“Like you,” started Le-Al, “I am here because of a girl. Not too long ago, I was once both, as you say, proud and wise. Then I met a girl. She was beautiful and elegant. The moment our eyes met we had fallen in love. We soon married and started a life together on the coast. We were very, very happy. As a married landowner, I joined in the Council of the Gars, a fancy title for group of men who sat around discussing laws and trade. Months later, my wife had shared that we were with child and I would soon be a father. Finally, it seemed, my life had found its center and I felt as one with myself.”
The Gar leaned forward in his bed as he focused on his next words. “As the time approached, my wife took ill,” continued Le-Al, “I sent for the physicians but before they could arrive… she left me. They both left me.” A single tear formed in his eye but it quickly dried and faded away. “When they… left, I was no longer at one with myself,” said Le-Al. “I began to envy my neighbors and friends, and more so, I grew to hate this island. Everywhere I walked became a living memorial to my lost loves and a living nightmare to myself. It was more than I could bear. I decided to leave the island and start a new life alone. Fate was not to be on my side. As a member of the Council, I had enemies who coveted my influence. The jealous fools had been taking note of my actions, looking for a way to increase their own advancement. When they learned of my plans, the Emperor was immediately notified and I was brought here. I’ve been here ever since.”
The Gar looked over at Miro to gauge his reaction. He was surprised to find the young man laden with tears and bearing a thoughtful expression.
“And here I thought I had put you to sleep, young Prince,” Le-Al laughed. “Now it is you who must forgive me. We of the older generations live stories much different than the young. I did not mean to thrust my troubles upon you.”
Miro wiped the tears from his eyes. “Le-Al, my friend,” began Miro, “it is indeed an honor to know you.”
The Gar smiled and nodded appreciatively to his pale companion.