A world without He-man

[Skeletor]

Yeller looked back at the prime in some surprise. "It's the Empire." he said, biting back the rest of his reply as the Stormtroopes drew near. He and the shedwarf slid backwards around the edge of the fountain, Yeller fingering the knife he carried. He might be able to take one of them if he had the element of surprise... maybe... but he definitely couldn't handle both of them.
Yeller had always wondered whether he would die fighting. It was a decision he had made almost rashly, joining the Kingdom’s militia. He had been younger even than now, barely old enough to be allowed to join. His mother had been furious when she found out. Not with him, she was wholly unsurprised by his choice, but with King Aragorn and the others who had agreed to let a child join the army.  Yeller and his father had tried to console her, after all, Yeller was only allowed to join Fountainwatch, which was rarely anything more than boring, and the money he brought in helped to support them when his father was too ill to work. It wasn’t any more dangerous that working around the large animals of the farm or the forges and metal of a smith. And Yeller had always been a level-headed and observant young lad. His Da had said so, at least.
Yet here he was, preparing to assault to professionally trained, armed and armored soldiers. Sure he had the element of surprise, but what good would it do if his knife couldn’t even pierce their armor. He briefly considered putting the cloak back on, hiding, abandoning the prime he was here for. There’s a prime just sitting behind me! He realized with a start. Who knew what powers the Prime possessed? Perhaps he would not be dying this day after all! He looked back at her, “Hey, I’m gonna need your help with these two. Are you ready?” he asked questioningly.