skeletor's pain

Skeletor´s pain

I couldn´t believe what I was up to. I was disgusted with my self, that I was up to offer that muscle-brain called He-man my aid. But alas, Hordak seemed to be back on Eternia and He-man needed a mage, as powerful as myself, to send this demon back to Despondos. And with the right approach to this I could eventually overpower both and reign supreme.
Ahh I was so lost in these beautiful fantasies about gaining absolute power. But all my daydreams vanished into nothing as something hit my chest so hard, it send me flying backwards out of my battle ram chariot. The wind was knocked out of my lungs as I hit the rockhard ground. First I felt a little dazed. What the hell just happened? I wasn´t aware of another mage in these area and there was definetly no bold of any energy charged at me. So what hit me then? I tried to reach out to my Havoc Staff when I realized that my left arm went a numb. Just then unbearable pain shot though my chest. It felt like my whole uppper body caught fire and it took my breathing away for a second time this day. Desperate I tried to suck air in, only to realized, that my lungs filled with liquid. I didn´t need to taste to knew that it was blood. My blood! My thoughts raised in panic as I tried to remember a healing spell. But my mind was blank, except for one thought subdueing all others. I was going to die! I touched my right hand to the spot where the epicenter of my pain was located and felt an arrow sticking out of my breast. Realization dawned on me, that it must have pierced my lung if not my heart. I felt my strength leaving my body as I coughed up more blood. I,Skeletor the Overlord of Evil, defeated by one single arrow. Ridiculous, wasn´t it? But who that blasted arrow? I couldn´t imagine anyone here on the Dark Hemisphere able to do that to me. I was ruler here. They all feared me too much to attempt to kill me. Or had I miscalculated? Briefly Evil Lyn and her former deceit came to mind. But no, she wouldn´t do that. Not like that. Not my Lyn. So I forced that thought aside.
My vision began to blurr and through some painfull gasps I just had to laugh at my own foolishness. I´ve always imagined that I would die in a glorious battle. Or at old age as king of Eternia. I´ve never imagined death to be like this. Lonley, painfull and humiliating. However I´ve lost and I accepted my loss.
But just I was about to give in to the dark pull that suked me into the netherworld I heard the whisper of two too familiar voices. Once more I forced my nonexistend eyes open just to see the silhouettes of my own minions bend over me. I was honestly surprised. I caught a blurry image of TrapJaw. I had expected a mutiny from him someday, he held a grudge against me since the day I turned him into the being he is. But I´ve always thought he´d attacked me openly, he just isn´t the type to lay an ambush. On the edge of my consciousness I recognized the cross-bow device he attached to his mechanic arm.
Disappointed I focused on the other dark shadow - Triclops. The honorable Triklops had finally turned against his lord. I would have laughed out loud at the irony of this situation. I myself had once turned him against his former master with a trick. Had Triklops finally found out and took revenge? After all these years? Surely he has the wits to plan out a trap for me.
I saw that they were talking. Even though I was tired and dizzy I strained my hearing for a final time to hear what they might say.

"He is still alive Triklops! I would cut his throat if he had one!" Trapjaw said with hate thick in his voice. Triklops stood up, casting one last glance at his former master. " He will die Trapjaw, it´s just a matter of time. I must admid, that your aim is exellent." " Hmpf" Trapjaw straightened, now towering the green glad swordmaster. "Serves him right! Now let´s collect our reward Triklops. I think Hordak will be more than pleased with us." With that the two Evil Warriors turned and walked away.


If those fools would have turned a final time, they would have seen my eye sockets burn crimson red. They would have seen my hand crawl across the dust to reach for my Havoc Staff. They would have seen me pulling out the cursed arrow. Though half drowned by my own blood, though dizzy from bloodloss and lack of air my panic subsided to let another emotion burn bright in me. Hate. Finally I reached my Havoc Staff and through its power I felt my own strength return. And I now remebered the healing spells needed for such a grave injury. Those fools would pay dearly. And HE was about to face his death at my very own hands.


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