Insanity Unleashed: The Beginning of Tri-Klops (A Fan Fiction Story)

His head was aching. And he was lost. The mountains tricked him. Now he did not find home. The young blacksmith’s powers were about to fail. Then he found the cave. He crawled in. It gave him coolness and comfort. And he fell asleep.

It was midnight when he woke. Strange voices could be heard in the cave. Or was it only the wind? The voices became louder. They seemed to be almost in his head. Or they actually were. He could not tell.

“Destroy!” “Annihilate!” The commands in his head became louder. He could not bear it. His fists beat his head. „I want it to stop“, he screamed.

With his bare hands he grabbed the sand from the ground and threw it to his heads. He grabbed dirt… and some stones. Or was it… emeralds! Green, red, blue. The cave had revealed its secrets. It was an emerald mine. Pure treasure!

But to the young blacksmith these stones were of no wealth. He took the gems and beat it to his heads. „If only I could make those voices go away“, he yelled.

„I can make them disappear!“ A dark voice answered out of the shadows. „Who—“ the blacksmith murmured. „I am the one who can make your pains go away.“ An evil laughter could be heard and then a skeleton face could be seen in the dark. The man had come closer.

„Wear this and you’re relieved.“ The skeleton man held a metal helmet in his hand. There were three openings in it. „And then my pain goes away and those voices in my hand as well?“, the blacksmith asked. „They will. One condition though: You will by my eternal servant once and forever.“ Skeletor smiled.

The blacksmith looked at the metal hat and hesitated for a second. Than the voices in his head raged once again, trying to prevent him from putting the iron crown on his head. The blacksmith put it on. As he did it, three flashes of light emissioned from the hat. It was now fitted on the blacksmith’s head and would never to be taken off again.

Skeletor came forward with three emeralds. He put a red, green and blue one in each of the hat’s openings. „Now rise, Tri-Klops“, Skeletor commanded. „Yes, master!“, answered the servant.

And Tri-Klops rose to his feet. He felt powerful. And the voices in his head had vanished. His metal hat sirred. With his green eye he could suddenly see in the dark. His emerald eye changed once again: with his blue eye he could see through the cave’s stone walls. It was still dark outside. He changed to the red eye. A laser charge sound now filled in his head. He was about to fire. „Don’t you dare!“, Skeletor yelled who was standing right in front of him. Tri-Klops stopped immediately.

Then the two men silently left the cave. The sun rose already. The night had left behind a blacksmith. And had created yet another dark creature.

 


Note from the author
This is the (fantasy) work of a Masters of the Universe fan. Tributing the FILMATION animated series and the German EUROPA audioplays. Out of pure love for this fantastic concept called HE-MAN AND THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE.

Read my other MotU fan fiction short stories.

Using Wakelet to create my Fan Fiction Short Story Collection

Storify was a great tool to combine/collect and present your online material. With it being soon gone, I tested Wakelet. Created a quick collection using my Masters of the Universe Fan Fiction Short Stories. Check it out and let me know what you think:

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The Death and Resurrection of EXTENDAR (a Masters of the Universe Fan Fiction Origin Story) I Tod und Auferstehung des EXTENDAR (eine Masters of the Universe Fan Fiction Origin Story)


SYNOPSIS
[EN] Before there was EXTENDAR, there was Kor-Dar. With Trap-Jaw, he met his destiny. But the Sorceress could save him. Event if that that would mean that she would make Kor-Dar to something completely different….

[DE] Vor EXTENDAR gab es Kor-Dar. Eine Begegnung mit Trap-Jaw besiegelte sein Schicksal.  Doch die Sorceress konnte ihn retten. Auch wenn das bedeutete, dass sie Kor-Dar zu etwas vollkommen anderem machen musste…


DIE DEUTSCHE VERSION BEFINDET SICH WEITER UNTEN I READ THE GERMAN VERSION BELOW.
There was no escape. Kor-Dar was encircled. Here in this valley. And his opponent pointed the laser weapon at him.
“Any last words?”, his counterpart asked mockingly. The metal mouth creaked. Kor-Dar straightened his body and looked determined. Then Trap-Jaw fired. Kor-Dar collapsed. The laser wound ate him up from the inside. The pain was unbearbable.
Trap-Jaw turned and disappeared. His job was completed. Kor-Dar remained lying. He watched the sky above him. His eyes turned cloudy. The end was near. What was that? A bird’s wings. A falcon? Then Kor-Dar became unconscious.
Just as the brave Kor-Dar collapsed, Zoar had just arrived. She had come too late to prevent the deadly shot. The Sorceress of Castle Grayskull in the disguise of a powerful falcon regretted that very much. Kor-Dar had always been a loyal ally. An agent for the good. This profession now seemed to have led him to misfortune.
Zoar could not save Kor-Dars life. But she could cast a spell. This could not save Kor-Dars human shell. But his matter could be. The spirit of life, the collected memory of a being was secured in this way. The spell held the matter together before it could dissolve.
But this condition could not be kept long. She had to reach the alchemist quickly. And so she made her way to the Mystic Mountains.

Arrived at the top of the mountain range, she landed directly in front of a dark cave entrance. She let out a scream. In the cave it flashed briefly. HE was present.

“Come in, my old friend,” said the Alechmist in a dark voice. He wore a brown cowl. He wore a hood over his head so that one could not see his face. “What can I do for you?”

Zoar told him what had happened. The alchemist nodded. “We can not revice  his body. It’s too late for that. But we can give him a new one.”

With these words, the alchemist strode to his forge. Next to a huge fire stood several wrought iron cauldrons. He heated it and put in various pieces of metal. These he mixed with other substances from a variety of bottles that stood around him. Several times it sparked and blazed out of the kettles.

The alchemist poured the molten metal into various forms. A head shape. An forging template for an arm. Hands, upper body. Feet. The cast metal shone silvery.

Time was progressing. And then everything was done. The alchemist turned to Zoar and looked into her eyes: “I’m ready.” Zoar spread her wings and sat in the middle of the moldings. Then she let the power of Grayskull work. The room was bathed in light. Kor-Dars matter rose and floated  in the room. Like mist, she now slipped into the artificial body parts lying on the floor. A glare, lightning – then it was dark in the room. And nothing happened.

Zoar screamed. A spell she uttered in her falcon form. The parts moved. And were put together as if there was an invisible hand. The legs were attached to the body. The arms tightened tightly on the shoulders. The head, the visor, the helmet. Everything became a whole.

And after not something but SOMEONE lay on the ground: a metallic warrior. Clad in a shiny silver armor. And he moved. The warrior opened his eyes. Stood up. And then the warrior extended his head like a telescope. The metallic man now reached to the cave ceiling. The arms followed and lengthened until they reached the cave’s ceiling.

Now Kor-Dar was more than twice the size of the alchemist. The warrior lowered his visor. And looked at Zoar and the alchemist. “Thank you for the salvation. Although you could not save my body,  you kept my spirit.” Kor-Dars voice sounded metallic-dark now. Zoar nodded. She then flew out of the cave. The alchemist disappeared in the dark of the cave.

Kor Dar stepped out of the cave. Glowing morning light dazzled him. With a whir, he raised his visor  to protect his sensitive robotic eyes. And then EXTENDAR, as he would be called by his friends from now on, started to descend the mountain. He had a lot to be taken care of. There was still a lot of evil to fight. And Trap-Jaw would be first one he’d pay a visit.


Why a “new” Origin Story?
This is an Origins story I’ve written about Extendar. Certainly there is an “official” one. That’s not what I’m concerned about. I’ve always been bothered by the fact that the background stories in the mini-comics of the vintage characters are sometimes a bit too short and one-dimensional. Especially with the vintage figures that were released later in the toy line.

-Deutsche Version-

Tod und Auferstehung des EXTENDAR (eine Masters of the Universe Fan Fiction Origin Story)

Es gab kein Entkommen. Kor-Dar war eingekesselt.  Hier in dieser Schlucht. Und sein Widersacher richtete die Laserwaffe auf ihn.

“Letzte Worte?” fragte sein Gegenüber spöttisch. Das Metallmaul knarzte. Kor-Dar straffte seinen Körper und schaute entschlossen. Dann feuerte Trap-Jaw. Kor-Dar brach zusammen. Die Lasernergie fraß sich in seinen Körper. Ein höllischer  Schmerz.

Trap-Jaw drehte sich um und verschwand. Auftrag erledigt. Kor-Dar blieb liegen. Schaute in den Himmel. Sein Blick wurde trübe. Das Ende war nah. Was war das? Vogelschwingen. Ein Falke? Dann wurde Kor-Dar bewusstlos.

Gerade als der tapfere Kor-Dar zusammengebrochen war, kam Zoar gerade angeflogen. Sie war zu spät gekommen, um den tödlichen Schuss zu verhindern. Die Zauberin von Castle Grayskull in Gestalt  eines mächtigen Falken bedauerte das sehr. Kor-Dar war stets ein treuer Verbündeter gewesen. Ein Agent für das Gute. Diese Profession schien ihm nun zum Verhängnis geworden zu sein.

Zoar konnte Kor-Dars Leben nicht mehr retten. Aber sie konnte einen Zauberspruch freisetzen. Dieser rettete zwar nicht Kor-Dars menschliche Hülle. Seine Materie aber schon. Der Lebensgeist, die gesammelte Erinnerung eines Wesens wurde auf diese Weise gesichert. Der Zauberspruch hielt die Materie zusammen, bevor sie sich auflösen konnte.

Doch dieser Zustand konnte nicht lange gehalten werden. Sie musste den Alchemisten schnell erreichen. Und so machte sie sich auf den Weg in die Mystic Mountains.

Angekommen auf der Spitze der magischen Bergkette landete sie direkt vor einem dunklen Höhleneingang. Sie stieß einen Schrei aus. In der Höhle blitzte es kurz auf. ER war zugegen.

“Komm’ herein, alte Freundin”, sagte der Alechmist mit dunkler Stimme. Er trug eine braune Kutte. Über seinem Kopf trug er eine Kapuze, so dass man sein Gesicht nicht sehen konnte. “Was kann ich für dich tun?”

Zoar erzählte, was geschehen war. Der Alchemist nickte. “Wir können seinen Körper nicht wiederholen. Dazu ist es zu spät. Doch wir können ihm einen neuen geben.”

Mit diesen Worten schritt der Alchemist zu seinem Schmiedeofen. Neben einem gewaltigen Feuer standen dort mehrere schmiedeeiserne  Kessel. Diese erhitzte er und gab verschiedene Metallstücke herein. Diese vermischte er mit weiteren Stoffen aus einer Vielzahl von Flaschen, die um ihn herum standen. Mehrfach funkte und flammte es aus den Kesseln.

Der Alchemist goss das flüssige Metall in verschiedene Formen, die er nun aus einem Versenkung geholt hatte. Eine Kopfform. Eine Armgussvorlage. Hände, Oberkörper. Füße. Das eingegossene Metall glänzte silbern.

Die Zeit schritt voran. Und dann war alles vollbracht. Der Alchemist drehte sich zu Zoar um und schaute ihr in die Augen: “ICH bin bereit.” Zoar breitete ihre Flügel aus und setzte sich in Mitten der Formteile. Dann ließ sie die Macht von Grayskull wirken. Der Raum tauchte in gleißendes Licht.  Kor-Dars Materie erhob sich und wabberte im Raum. Wie Nebel schlich sie nun in die auf dem Boden liegenden künstlichen Körperteile. Ein Gleißen, Blitzen — dann war es dunkel im Raum. Und nichts geschah.

Zoar schrie auf. Ein Zauberspruch, den sie in ihrer Falkengestalt aussprach.  Die Teile bewegten sich. Und setzten sich wie von unsichtbarer Hand zusammen. Die Beine fügten sich an den Körper. Die Arme schraubten sich fest an den Schultern. Der Kopf, das Visier, der Helm. Alles fügte sich zu einem Ganzen.

Und nach Sekunden lag da auf dem Boden: ein metallischer Krieger.  In silbern-glänzender Rüstung. Und er bewegte sich. Der Krieger öffnete die Augen. Stand auf. Und dann fuhr der Krieger seinen Kopf aus, wie ein Teleskop. Der metallische Mann  reichte nun bis an die Höhlendecke. Die Arme folgten surrend nach und längten sich um ein Vielfaches. Nun war Kor-Dar mehr als doppelt so groß wie der Alchemist.

Der Krieger fuhr sein Visier herunter. Und schaute Zoar und den Alchemisten an. “Danke für die Rettung. Meinen Körper konntet ihr nicht retten, aber meinen Geist habt Ihr bewahrt.” Kor-Dars Stimme klang nun metallisch-dunkel.  Zoar nickte und erhob sich. Sie flog aus der Höhle. Der Alchemist verschwand im Dunkeln der Höhle.

Kor-Dar trat aus der Höhle. Gleißendes Morgenlicht blendete ihn. Mit einem Surren fuhr er sein Gesichtsvisier hoch und schütze so seine empfindlichen Robotaugen. Und dann machte EXTENDAR, wie er künftig von seinen Freunden gerufen werden würde, sich an den Bergabstieg. Er hatte viel vor. Es gab noch viel Böses zu bekämpfen. Und als erste würde er sich Trap-Jaw vornehmen.


Warum eine “neue” Origin Story?
Dies ist eine von mir erdachte Origins-Story zu Extendar. Sicherlich gibt es eine “offizielle”. Darum geht es mir auch nicht. Mich hat immer etwas gestört, dass die Entstehungsgeschichten in den Mini-Comics der Vintage Figuren stellenweise immer  etwas zu kurz und eindimensional geraten sind. Besonders bei den Vintage-Figuren, die später entstanden sind.


Note from the author
This is the (fantasy) work of a Masters of the Universe fan. Tributing the FILMATION animated series and the German EUROPA audioplays. Out of pure love for this fantastic concept called HE-MAN AND THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE.

Read my other MotU fan fiction short stories

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The Death of RobotoRoboto is captured by Horde warrior Multi-Bot. The evil mech warrior wants to learn Roboto’s secret of life. But the heroic warrior does not intend to share his secret. This is when Multi-Bot gets drastical.

Fall of the Good . Evil-Lyn abuses Adam’s kindness and tricks him into a deadly trap. But she did not take the Powers of Grayskull into consideration.

The Frozen SwordAdam and Cringer are on a field trip when they are caught up in an ice rain. The Power Sword gets trapped in pure ice. Then Skeletor and his villains show up. Adam cannot transform into He-Man any longer.

Find out more about my MotU-related work in this blog section.

 

The Death of Skeletor (A Masters of the Universe Short Story)

READ THE ORIGINAL GERMAN VERSION HERE.
“You cannot win.” “We’ll see about that.” He-Man grabbed the grip of his Power Sword even more decisively. Skeletor swung his havoc staff in the direction of his eternal adversary. The eternal opponents stood once more against each other.

“And there will be no return for you,” snarled Skeletor, with a demonic voice, and rushed towards He-Man. The heroic warrior parried the attack by dividing Skeletor’s staff into two halves. Skeletor looked incredulous. Then he snarled contemptuously: “I do not need any weapons to defeat you.” With these words, he leaped forward. Cleverly, He-Man dodged the attack. And then it happened: Skeletor lost grip. He staggered toward the abyss of the Everlasting Mountains. The place where he had secretly followed He-Man to ambush him.

“Take my hand,” shouted He-Man. The most powerful man in the universe stretched out his muscular arm in Skeletor’s direction. For a moment the staggering Skeletor stopped. He remained silent as if he were considering the helping offer. Contemptuously, it flashed in Skeletor’s eyes. Then the demonic master lost its hold and fell. He fell into the depths.

He-Man hurried to the abyss. Nothing. He was gone. Skeletor. Dead. The demon of the darkness had disappeared. Forever. Wordless, He-Man turned around and climbed into his Dragon Walker. The mechanical chain drive set in motion.


Skeletor came slowly to himself. Could it be? He was not dead? His back ached. Around him: darkness. His hands felt sand. He had fallen into a sand pit. This had cushioned the fall and had saved his life. Slowly he got up. He was still dazed by the fall.

This was also the reason why he had not heard the hissing behind him. Then it was too late. The monster bit instantly. In his neck. Skeletor cried out. Then he reached over his shoulder with his right hand and grabbed the unknown creature. It felt scaly and cold. With all his strength, Skeletor tore at the being. Loud cracking. The teeth of the being broke off and remained stuck in Skeletor’s wound. The animal howled.

Skeletor grabbed the monster with both hands and held it in an iron grip in front of his face. With his dark eyeballs, he stared at the beast. “There is a wild spirit in you,” he said. “Like I am.” Skeletor grinned. The dragon resisted in vain. There was a chain on the floor. Probably from an earlier and obviously unsuccessful attempt to curb the animal.

The Prince of the Darkness held the dragon by one hand. With the other he picked up the chain. There was also a rusty padlock. Cleverly, he laid the chain around his neck and locked it with the lock. Then he let go of the dragon, but held the chain end firmly in his hand. The dragon dragged and shouted and wanted to escape. Then he sprayed green mist. Poison, Skeletor thought. He deflected the deadly mist. “Do it again and I’ll cut off your air forever,” Skeletor thundered towards the monster. The dragon stared at him with his green eyes – but did not spray his poison again. “Well, you’re able to learn,” grinned Skeletor.


Shortly afterwards in Snake Mountain. No one had noticed Skeletor’s absence. Two-Bad had just repaired Night Stalker. The robot horse was battered by a fight. Stinkor serviced the broken trapdoor, which no longer wanted to close automatically. And Beast-Man tried to be master of the rat plague that Snake Mountain had harbored for several months. “Everything is becoming kind of shabby here,” muttered Two-Bad.

What did you say,” a voice growled behind the two-headed evil warrior. Frightened, Two-Bad turned around. There stood Skeletor. He looked terrifying: he bled from several wounds. His harness was shredded and hung down in one place. The cape was torn and exposed parts of the naked dead skull head. And on his back sat a dragon. Chained to Skeletor’s body. The dragon had clung to Skeletor’s back. Blood ran from the wounds. But that did not seem to bother the Master of Evil. He seemed to be furious with himself. And that covered physical pain.

“Assemble in our war room,” Skeletor barked. “He-Man! Revenge is mine!” Skeletor’s vassals instantly let their work rest. They followed Skeletor. Skeletor walked along the dark corridors. He turned his head over his shoulder and said to his dragon, “We will destroy them all. All. And they will not see it coming. Because they think I’m dead. But I return as Dragon Blaster Skeletor.” He laughed sheepishly. As for the confirmation, the dragon snorted on his back. Skeletor closed the door of his war room. Dark times were ahead of Eternia.

Note from the author
This is the (fantasy) work of a Masters of the Universe fan. Tributing the FILMATION animated series and the German EUROPA audioplays. Out of pure love for this fantastic concept called HE-MAN AND THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE. 

The character of Dragon Blaster Skeletor has always fascinated me. The resolution of the mini comics, as Skeletor came to his dragon, I like that. However, as a child, I had always imagined something more fateful and mystical about how these two creatures had found each other. I wanted to present this idea in a separate story. In the future, I plan to write more of this sort of initiation stories.

Read my other MotU fan fiction short stories

Attack of the Time ReapersIn their Wind Raider, He-Man and Orko are on their way back from the desert of time. Suddenly, they are shot down by a mysterious flight object. In the debris of the crash, He-Man and Orko realize that they have lost much more than only their Wind Raider. Both of them have aged…

The Death of RobotoRoboto is captured by Horde warrior Multi-Bot. The evil mech warrior wants to learn Roboto’s secret of life. But the heroic warrior does not intend to share his secret. This is when Multi-Bot gets drastical.

Fall of the Good . Evil-Lyn abuses Adam’s kindness and tricks him into a deadly trap. But she did not take the Powers of Grayskull into consideration.

The Frozen SwordAdam and Cringer are on a field trip when they are caught up in an ice rain. The Power Sword gets trapped in pure ice. Then Skeletor and his villains show up. Adam cannot transform into He-Man any longer.

Find out more about my MotU-related work in this blog section.

Skeletors Tod (Eine Masters of the Universe Kurzgeschichte)

Read the English version of this short story.

„Du kannst nicht gewinnen.“ „Das werden wir sehen.“ He-Man packte den Griff seines Zauberschwerts  entschlossener. Skeletor schwang seinen Widderstab in Richtung seines ewigen Widersachers. Die ewigen Kontrahenten standen sich einmal mehr gegenüber.

„Und es wird keine Wiederkehr für Dich geben“, rief Skeletor mit dämonischer Stimme und stürmte auf He-Man zu. Dieser parierte den Angriff, indem er Skeletors Stab in zwei Hälften zerteilte. Skeletor schaute ungläubig. Dann schnaubte er verächtlich: „Ich brauche keine Waffen, um dich zu besiegen.“ Mit diesen Worten setzte er zu einem Fußtritt an. Geschickt dreht sich He-Man zur Seite. Und dann geschah es: Skeletor verlor den Halt. Er taumelte in Richtung des Abgrunds der Everlasting Mountains. Der Ort, an den er He-Man heimlich gefolgt war, um ihn hinterrücks niederzustrecken.

„Nimm meine Hand“, rief He-Man. Der stärkste Mann des Universums streckte seinen gewaltigen Arm in Skeletors Richtung aus. Für einen Moment hielt der taumelnde Skeletor inne. Ganz als würde er das helfende Angebot in Betracht ziehen. Verächtlich blitzte es in seinen Augen. Seine Hand blieb, wo sie war. Dann verlor das Totenschädelgesicht den Halt und stürzte ab. Er fiel in die Tiefe.

He-Man eilte zum Abgrund. Nichts. Er war weg. Skeletor. Tot. Der Dämon der Dunkelheit war verschwunden. Für immer. Wortlos drehte sich He-Man um und stieg in seinen Dragon Walker. Der mechanische Kettenantrieb setzte sich in Bewegung.


Skeletor kam nur langsam zu sich. Konnte das sein? Er war nicht tot? Sein Rücken schmerzte. Um ihn herum: Dunkelheit. Seine Hände ertasteten Sand. Er war in eine Sandgrube gefallen. Das hatte den Fall abgefedert und ihm das Leben gerettet. Langsam rappelte er sich auf. Vom Sturz war er immer noch benommen.

Das war auch der Grund, warum er das Fauchen hinter sich nicht gehört hatte. Dann war es auch schon zu spät. Das Untier biss sofort zu. In sein Genick. Skeletor schrie auf. Dann griff er mit seiner rechten Hand über die Schulter und packte das unbekannte Wesen. Dieses fühlte sich schuppig und kalt an. Mit aller Kraft riss Skeletor an dem Wesen. Lautes Krachen. Die Zähne des Wesens brachen ab und blieben in der Wunde stecken. Das Tier heulte auf.

Skeletor packte das Ungetüm nun mit beiden Händen und hielt es im eisernen Griff vor seinem Gesicht. Mit seinen dunklen Augenhöhlen fixierte er das Tier. „In Dir steckt ein wilder Geist“, sagte er. „Wie in mir.“ Skeletor grinste. Der Drache wehrte sich weiter vergebens. Auf dem Boden lag eine Kette. Wahrscheinlich von einem früheren und offensichtlich erfolglosem Versuch, das Tier zu bändigen.

Der Fürst der Dunkelheit hielt den Drachen nun mit einer Hand auf Abstand. Mit der anderen hob er die Kette auf. Auch ein verrostetes Vorhängeschloss war dran. Geschickt legt er den tobenden Drachen die Kette um den Hals und arretierte diese mit dem Schloss. Dann ließ der den Drachen los, hielt aber das Kettenende fest in der Hand. Der Drache zerrte und zurrte und wollte entkommen. Dann versprühte er grünen Nebel. Gift, schoss es Skeletor durch den Kopf. Geschickt wich er dem tödlichen Sprühnebel aus. „Mach das noch einmal und ich schneide dir mit der Kette die Luft für immer ab“, donnerte Skeletor in Richtung des Ungetüms. Der Drache funkelte ihn mit seinen grünen Augen wütend an – versprühte sein Gift nun aber nicht noch einmal. „Gut, du bist also gelehrig“, grinste Skeletor.

Kurze Zeit später in Snake Mountain. Niemand hatte Skeletors Abwesenheit bemerkt. Two-Bad reparierte gerade Night Stalker. Das Robot-Pferd war von einem Kampf ramponiert. Stinkor setzte die defekte Falltür instand, die nicht mehr automatisch schließen wollte. Und Beast-Man versuchte mit seinen Beschwörungsformel Herr über die Rattenplage zu werden, die Snake Mountain seit einigen Monaten heimsuchte. „Ganz schön runtergekommen hier alles“, murmelte Two-Bad vor sich hin.

Was sagst Du“, grollte es hinter ihm. Erschrocken fuhr Two-Bad herum. Dort stand Skeletor. Er sah furchterregend aus: Aus mehreren Wunden am Körper blutete er. Sein Harnisch war zerfetzt und hing an einer Stelle herunter. Die Kapuze war eingerissen und legte Teile des blanken Totenschädelkopfes frei. Und auf seinem Rücken saß ein Drache. Festgekettet an Skeletors Körper. Der Drache hatte sich an Skeletors Rücken festgekrallt. Blut lief aus den Wunden. Doch das schien dem Meister des Bösen nichts auszumachen. Er schien außer sich vor Wut zu sein. Und das überdeckte den körperlichen Schmerz.

„Kommt alle zusammen in unserem Lageraum“, bellte Skeletor. „He-Man! Die Rache ist mein.“ Skeletors Vasallen ließen augenblicklich ihre Arbeit ruhen. Sie folgten Skeletor. Skeletor schritt die dunklen Gänge entlang. Er dreht den Kopf über seine Schulter und sprach zu seinem Drachen: „Wir werden sie alle vernichten. Alle. Und sie werden es nicht kommen sehen. Denn sie denken, dass ich tot bin. Doch ich kehre zurück als Dragon Blaster Skeletor. “ Er lachte kehlig. Wie zur Bestätigung schnaubte auch der Drache auf seinem Rücken. Skeletor schloss die Tür seines Lageraums. Dunkle Zeiten standen Eternia bevor.

Anmerkung des Autors

16.05.2017 / Dies ist das (Fantasie-) Werk eines Masters of the Universe Fans. In Anlehnung an die Filmation-Serie und die Europa-Hörspiele. Aus Liebe an dieser fantastischen Idee namens He-Man and the Masters of the Universe.

Die Figur des Dragon Blaster Skeletors hat mich schon immer fasziniert. Die Auflösung des Mini-Comics, wie Skeletor zu seinem Drachen kam, fand ich gut. Ich hatte mir aber als Kind immer doch etwas schicksalhafter und mystischer vorgestellt, wie diese beiden Kreaturen sich finden. Diese Vorstellung wollte ich in einer eigenen Geschichte verarbeiten. Zukünftig plane ich mehr von dieser Sorte von Initiation-Geschichten zu schreiben.

Bisher von mir veröffentlichte Masters of the Universe Fan-Kurzgeschichten:

Angriff der ZeitfresserIn ihrem Wind Raider sind He-Man und Orko auf dem Rückweg aus der Wüste der Zeit. Plötzlich werden sie von einem geheimnisvollen Flugobjekt abgeschossen. In den Trümmern des Crashs erkennen He-Man und Orko, dass sie viel mehr verloren haben als nur ihren Wind Raider. Beide sind um Jahre gealtert…

Robotos TodRoboto wird vom Horde-Kämpfer Multi-Bot gefangen. Dieser will aus Robotos Geheimnis erfahren. Doch der heroische Mechano-Krieger schweigt. Da greift Multi-Bot zu drastischen Mitteln…

Der Fall des GutenEvil-Lyn nutzt Adams Hilfsbereitschaft aus und lockt ihn in eine tödliche Falle. Doch sie hat nicht mit der Zauberkraft von Grayskull gerechnet.

Das Gefrorene SchwertAdam und Cringer sind auf einem Ausflug, als sie von einem Eisregen überrascht werden. Das Zauberschwert wird im Eis eingeschlossen. Just in diesem Moment nahen Skeletor und seine Schergen. Und Adam kann sich nicht mehr in He-Man verwandeln.

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Attack of the Time Reapers (A Masters of the Universe Short Story)

READ THE ORIGINAL GERMAN VERSION HERE.

The Wind Raider slowly took off the ground. He-Man pushed buttons and the spacecraft accelerated. “Course on Eternis,” Orko said happily. He sat comfortably on the second seat. Orko and He-Man had searched for Queranium in the desert of time. This rare quartz was needed by Man-at-Arms for a new invention. Thanks to his Power Sword, He-Man had quickly found the place where the quartz lay under the ground. Now they were on their way home.

The strongest man in the universe was just joking with the little Trolan, as He-Man suddenly stopped talking. Before him the clouds had shifted. Suddenly and in an unusual formation. The clouds had changed into a strange pattern and had darkened. Then a second and a third cloud formation emerged. Almost at the same time, the three objects began to glow. It was a red, menacing light. He-Man took the Wind Raider’s control lever steering firmly in his hand and tried to dodge the objects.

But it was too late. The three objects simultaneously fired a red light beam from their innermost core. The three beams converged to one. They met the Wind Raider. It crashed loudly and He-Man cried out to Orko: “Hold tight! We are going to crash!” The Wind Raider’s instruments failed. He-Man could no longer control the spacecraft. Now it was necessary to survive the crash. The Wind Raider shot free-fall in the direction of the earth. Then came the impact. And He-Man and Orko blacked out.

Orko woke up first. His head ached. He lay on the ground. The impact had thrown him out of the Wind Raider. “He-Man?” Orko cried. “Over here,” said a voice. Orko’s powerful friend lay in the debris of the Wind Raider. “He-Man,” Orko said. “Are you hurt?” Orko hovered over to his friend. “I do not think so,” said He-Man, pushing the debris aside. The mystical power of Grayskull had saved him from worse. “Orko, what’s going on? I’m fine!” He asked because Orko would not stop staring at He-Man. Then Orko started to talk: “You-you-you …” Orko could not finish the sentence. He-Man now saw his reflection in the Wind Raider’s broken window. Then he realized the reason for Orko’s reaction. “I’m old,” said He-Man in disbelief.

He-Man’s face was wrinkled. His skin had become gray. Gray strands passed through his hair. This change must have been caused by these strange flying objects. What kind of force was that? But He-Man had no time to continue this thoughts. Because at that moment a red laser beam was fired at him. The objects continued their attacked. “Take cover,” shouted He-Man. He grabbed Orko and rescued himself with a jump behind a solid rock.

At this moment, another laser beam was fired at them. He-Man muttered: “It’s all just because of a small piece of quartz.” The ray had not hit the two, but the light seemed to have an effect. “I cannot hover any longer”, Orko yelled. The Trolan had sunk to the ground. And he looked tired, too. “On my planet Trola, only the children and the older people are not able to hover.” Old. That seemed to be the key to the whole thing. He-Man raised his Power Sword sword and looked at his face’s reflection. He now looked even older, his hair now completely white, his cheeks sunken, wrinkles and furrows running through his face.

“Orko,” He-Man said. “With each ray, these beings steal a little more of our time.” Orko looked at him in surprise. But then he understood. Yes, they had aged after each shot. That was it. These beings were nourished by the life energy of others. Orko clenched his fist and shouted in the direction of the objects: “Beware, time reapers!” “Be careful, my friend,” said He-Man. “Provoke them further and they make take even more of our life energy.”

They ducked behind the rocks, while the three time-eaters hovered over them. Protected by the rocks, the attackers could not see He-Man and his little friend. He-Man thought hard. He had to find a solution quickly to stop the attackers and to stop the aging process. He looked at his sword. A fight alone would not take them far to reverse the effect. But still looking at his sword, he had an idea: If the charm of Grayskull could transform him from Adam to He-Man, then it could possibly also change him back to young Adam and get rid of the aging effect. It was worth a try.

He-Man stood up from his cover and held aloft his Power Sword. He said the transformation formula in reverse order: “Power-the-have-I. Grayskull-of-Power-the-By.” He also pointed  his sword at Orko. Both were now covered in glaring light, which now slowly began to diminish from the outside to the inside. A weak glow, then the light completely disappeared into He-Man’s sword. Or rather said: In Adam’s sword. For now the prince stood there. The re-transformation had worked. Adam held his sword against his face. “I am my old self again,” he smiled. Orko smiled and corrected him; “You mean your young self.” And indeed, He-Man’s gray hair and wrinkles had disappeared. “And I too can hover again,” rejoiced Orko.

Suddenly, a loud blast could be heard. Adam defended the incoming laser beam with his sword. The time reapers attacked again. Then another shot. Adam again parried this. This time the reflected beam hit the time reaper. Suddenly the red glow in the interior of the being stopped. The colossus fell to the ground and no longer moved. Adam acted quickly now. He hurled his sword at the second time reaper. It was hit and turned black instantly. And then fell to the ground. Another  moment later, Adam had also defeated the third opponent.

He-Man looked at Orko and said: “The energy of my Power Sword has stopped the time-eating mechanism. This means that these beings, who feed on life energy, have fallen into a kind of shock.” Orko smiled at him, “Or you can call it a winter sleep. But for this, it’s really not cold enough here in the desert.” The Trolan giggled and He-Man was now able to laugh, too. The danger was over. Time to go home.


This story was originally published by me in German on April 22, 2017. This is the (fantasy) work of a Masters of the Universe fan. Tributing the FILMATION animated series and the German EUROPA audioplays. Out of pure love for this fantastic concept called HE-MAN AND THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE. Find out more about my MotU-related work in this blog section.

Read my other MotU fan fiction short stories:
Roboto is captured by Horde warrior Multi-Bot. The evil mech warrior wants to learn Roboto’s secret of life. But the heroic warrior does not intend to share his secret. This is when Multi-Bot gets drastical.

Evil-Lyn abuses Adam’s kindness and tricks him into a deadly trap. But she did not take the Powers of Grayskull into consideration.
Adam and Cringer are on a field trip when they are caught up in an ice rain. The Power Sword gets trapped in pure ice. Then Skeletor and his villains show up. Adam cannot transform into He-Man any longer.