A world without He-man

[Skeletor]

“Meddlesome brat!” Skeletor fumed, “Do not make a mockery of me…. You will regret it.” As he stared the child down however, Skeletor continued to reflect on the information that she had just given him. He thought back through his memories, to before that… fateful day. His phantom face burned with the acid, and Skeletor fought not to let some semblance of the pain show in front of this weakling before him. He fought through the pain, wracking his brain to remember.
Was one of the Elders named Omni?
Keldor knew the names of the Elders, of course Keldor knew. He had studied them for years before planning his attack on the Hall of Wisdom, learning their motives, searching out their weaknesses. He was hoping to find some crack in their alliance, a gap where he could split the council of Elders apart; to turn them on each other. Keldor had been disgusted by how balanced and noble the Elders were, and had decided to abandon intrigue in favor of an outright attack. But Skeletor found himself unable to recall even basic information about the Elders. He could not remember their names, who was in charge of them, how they had obtained their power, all of it was faded and dull in his mind, replaced with memories of a muscle-bound barbarian who continued to ruin every move he had made.
But there was no He-man here.
Skeletor returned his attention to the green-haired girl in front of him, doing his best to keep his seething anger hidden. In an almost sappy voice he asked,
“I do not believe I am familiar enough with this Omni you speak of. Do you know where I could go to speak with him? There are many things I…wish to speak with him about.” He finished, deciding that sounded harmless enough. Once this foolish child told him where to find the Elder, he would be able to defeat the being and claim his power! Then Skeletor would possess the power of one of the Elders!
He chuckled darkly to himself, then stopped as he had another realization. He glanced down at his staff, hanging from one hand, his arm still trembling slightly from the spell he had cast just moments before. He was weaker, there was no mistaking it, his blast should have utterly obliterated that fountain, instead only a few chunks of the wall had been destroyed. Even as he watched, the pieces of the wall seemed to be fading away ever so slightly, and the broken part of the fountain seemed to be growing back…
Skeletor’s knees felt weak, and he leaned on his Havoc Staff for support. They had drained the power from him, and he hadn’t even been aware it was happening. In this weaker state how could he hope to fight an elder of Eternia? Who knew what they would do if he failed the attack. They had already shown they had the ability to banish him here, and strip him of his then fearsome powers. What punishment would they have in store if he failed the attack?
“On second thought, girl. Do you perhaps know if there is anyone else here I might speak with instead?”
 

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Yeller continued to watch, the hooded prime seemed less aggressive now, almost deflated. Perhaps they would actually stay here until help arrived? “Your message has been delivered, son.” Came the wizard’s voice yet again, “Sir Brigmund has dispatched a squad of our fastest troops to accompany Sir Ptolemy to the fountain.” Yeller rolled his eyes and groaned as the wizard continued, “Sir Ptolemy will be handling the negotiations.”
Great, Yeller thought to himself as he continued to watch the primes, there goes any hope of smooth negotiations…