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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the slightly revised verson of "Preludes and Beginnings." It is the first installment of nearly 40 other fanfics.
TALES OF THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE
VOLUME ONE
THE GRAYSKULL CHRONICLES
PART ONE
PRELUDES AND BEGINNINGS
BOOK ONE: HATE
What Has Come To Pass
The planet Eternia.
Whispered to be at the center of the universe, this world has been the stage for endless conflicts between good and evil, dating deep into its ancient history.
Divided into two by beings called the Ancients during the First Age, there is the Light Hemisphere, where good takes refuge. There is also the Dark Hemisphere, where evil often festers.
Eternia has birthed many powerful beings, many of them ruling over or helping the various peoples and kingdoms. Presently, the Council of Elders - established during the Second Age - aids the people of Eternia through its dark and light times, advising many kingdoms during eras of war and peace.
Among these kingdoms is the self-proclaimed 'capitol of Men,' Eternos. Eternos is the largest kingdom on the known planet. Located in the Fertile Plains of the Light Hemisphere, Eternos is the kingdom that works the closets with the Council of Elders. But Eternos is not without its enemies . . .
It is the Third Age of Eternia.
Prelude
He sat alone on the bench next a large bay window, the moonlight flowing through and running across his weary face. His crown hung limp in his fingers, a piece of worthless gold that did he no good this terrible eve. He closed his eyes and tried to wish these tragic things away, but it was impossible to move his mind from the events of the now.
Lara, pregnant and full of life, fell from the stairs at the top of the garden. She fell and Miro watched as time itself slowed down. She fell and he could hear her bones breaking. She fell and he ran to her, blood gushing from . . .
The memory was drowned out by the noise of footsteps against the floor. He looked up and saw the doctor walk towards him. The king made no movement except to look up with pathetic eyes.
"Sire," the doctor addressed.
"Yes? What is it? My son?"
The doctor took deep breath. "Stable."
"Thank the Ancients . . ."
"But . . ." the doctor began, "I'm afraid there is a complication."
Miro straightened at the words. "What? What's the matter?"
"Your son . . . he is four months premature. Now, we have hope that he will survive and live on to experience a good life. Except . . . your king . . . the boy, Keldor, it's his heart."
"What's wrong with his heart?"
"It's very weak. It'll be weak for the rest of his life. He'll never have a completely full life because of it."
Miro's eyes trembled. "But . . . he'll live. He'll be okay."
"Yes. Yes, we have every reason to believe that Keldor will be okay."
Miro nodded in understanding. "And Lara? What is her condition?"
At this, the doctor looked towards the window. Miro knew it, in that moment, he knew it. "She's not going to make it."
Everything around Miro came crashing down. Pain entered his entire body at those words. His eyes shut, his face clenched, his fists came unballed, and the crown clattered to the ground. Everything changed, and suddenly - Miro stood next to a bed, his beautiful wife laying on it.
"I'll give you some time," the doctor said.
Miro nodded slowly and reached up and ran his fingers across Lara's forehead. "Lara . . ."
Lara looked up, her blond locks brushed away from her bloodshot green eyes. "Miro," she gasped, "I'm . . . I'm not afraid . . ."
Miro lost it. Tears flowed down and he wept openly. "I am," he sobbed, pressing his face against her chest. "I can't do this, Lara, I can't. Not without you . . ."
Lara weakly lifted her hand and brought it to his head. She pulled him close to her face and whispered into his ear. "You must. You must, Miro. For the children. For Randor, and Stephan . . . Johanna . . . and . . . and Keldor . . ."
Miro nodded, his tears touching upon her lips, running across them down her cheeks. "I will, Lara. I promise you, I will."
Lara shuddered, and she gasped. Miro pulled her into his arms and cradled her. "I feel warm," she wheezed.
"Don't leave me . . ." he muttered.
She kissed him deeply, touching into his soul. "I'll never leave you," she whispered softly. "I'll always be with you . . . my love . . ."
And in his arms, Queen Lara died against King Miro.
Shock filled his body, and his tongue locked in place, unable to speak or to utter anything. And then, as he let the lifeless body drop upon the bed, he shook and shivered into reality. His wife lay dead before him . . .
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" he screamed, and soon turned into a roar that all of Eternos could hear. "NOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Outside the room, the Man-At-Arms soon joined the doctor, who heard the cry. "What is it? What happened?" questioned the young Man-At-Arms.
"The Queen," the doctor said solemnly.
At that moment, the doors threw open and Miro stormed out. "Summon my steed," he rumbled.
"Sire?"
"I SAID SUMMON MY STEED!"
*
Within moments, Miro charged north across the plains of the Fertile Continent. His mind remained locked on the visage of his wife laying dead before him and it drove him further onward in his journey. The moons hung high in the star-filled sky and when he reached the Hall of Wisdom a few hours later, everything seemed brighter.
He threw open the unguarded doors and stormed into the main chamber of the Hall of Wisdom. The Council of Elders, led by Eldor himself, sat and watched him walk towards them; their twenty-five forms illuminated by their power.
"The hour is late," Eldor addressed.
"SILENCE!" shouted Miro. "You took her! You took my wife, you son of a jackal!"
Eldor lowered his head and looked to his fellow council members. "We are not the masters of fate and life, King Miro."
"YOU COULD HAVE HELPED HER!" he shrieked. "WE HAVE SERVED YOU FAITHFULLY FOR YEARS AND WHEN WE NEED YOU, YOU TURN YOUR BACKS ON US!"
Eldor raised his hand. "King Miro, we did not kill your wife. Fate and destiny does these things. We did not foresee this and we could not have stopped it."
Miro listened to his words, the anger washing away from him, and sadness filled his heart - his entire soul. Tears fell from his eyes, racing down his cheeks.
Ali, one of the female members of the council, spoke. "King Miro, we grieve with you. Your wife was a great woman and one that will be missed for years to come. Eternos has always been an ally of the Elders."
"Indeed," said Kor, a male across from Eldor. "The strength of your bloodline has been great and will continue to be so. Great things will happen, Miro."
Eldor stood and walked to Miro and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Go home, King Miro, and grieve. This is a night of mourning."
Miro nodded and stood up. He turned away from the Council of Elders and made for the door. He had much to tell his children . . .
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the slightly revised verson of "Preludes and Beginnings." It is the first installment of nearly 40 other fanfics.
TALES OF THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE
VOLUME ONE
THE GRAYSKULL CHRONICLES
PART ONE
PRELUDES AND BEGINNINGS
BOOK ONE: HATE
What Has Come To Pass
The planet Eternia.
Whispered to be at the center of the universe, this world has been the stage for endless conflicts between good and evil, dating deep into its ancient history.
Divided into two by beings called the Ancients during the First Age, there is the Light Hemisphere, where good takes refuge. There is also the Dark Hemisphere, where evil often festers.
Eternia has birthed many powerful beings, many of them ruling over or helping the various peoples and kingdoms. Presently, the Council of Elders - established during the Second Age - aids the people of Eternia through its dark and light times, advising many kingdoms during eras of war and peace.
Among these kingdoms is the self-proclaimed 'capitol of Men,' Eternos. Eternos is the largest kingdom on the known planet. Located in the Fertile Plains of the Light Hemisphere, Eternos is the kingdom that works the closets with the Council of Elders. But Eternos is not without its enemies . . .
It is the Third Age of Eternia.
Prelude
He sat alone on the bench next a large bay window, the moonlight flowing through and running across his weary face. His crown hung limp in his fingers, a piece of worthless gold that did he no good this terrible eve. He closed his eyes and tried to wish these tragic things away, but it was impossible to move his mind from the events of the now.
Lara, pregnant and full of life, fell from the stairs at the top of the garden. She fell and Miro watched as time itself slowed down. She fell and he could hear her bones breaking. She fell and he ran to her, blood gushing from . . .
The memory was drowned out by the noise of footsteps against the floor. He looked up and saw the doctor walk towards him. The king made no movement except to look up with pathetic eyes.
"Sire," the doctor addressed.
"Yes? What is it? My son?"
The doctor took deep breath. "Stable."
"Thank the Ancients . . ."
"But . . ." the doctor began, "I'm afraid there is a complication."
Miro straightened at the words. "What? What's the matter?"
"Your son . . . he is four months premature. Now, we have hope that he will survive and live on to experience a good life. Except . . . your king . . . the boy, Keldor, it's his heart."
"What's wrong with his heart?"
"It's very weak. It'll be weak for the rest of his life. He'll never have a completely full life because of it."
Miro's eyes trembled. "But . . . he'll live. He'll be okay."
"Yes. Yes, we have every reason to believe that Keldor will be okay."
Miro nodded in understanding. "And Lara? What is her condition?"
At this, the doctor looked towards the window. Miro knew it, in that moment, he knew it. "She's not going to make it."
Everything around Miro came crashing down. Pain entered his entire body at those words. His eyes shut, his face clenched, his fists came unballed, and the crown clattered to the ground. Everything changed, and suddenly - Miro stood next to a bed, his beautiful wife laying on it.
"I'll give you some time," the doctor said.
Miro nodded slowly and reached up and ran his fingers across Lara's forehead. "Lara . . ."
Lara looked up, her blond locks brushed away from her bloodshot green eyes. "Miro," she gasped, "I'm . . . I'm not afraid . . ."
Miro lost it. Tears flowed down and he wept openly. "I am," he sobbed, pressing his face against her chest. "I can't do this, Lara, I can't. Not without you . . ."
Lara weakly lifted her hand and brought it to his head. She pulled him close to her face and whispered into his ear. "You must. You must, Miro. For the children. For Randor, and Stephan . . . Johanna . . . and . . . and Keldor . . ."
Miro nodded, his tears touching upon her lips, running across them down her cheeks. "I will, Lara. I promise you, I will."
Lara shuddered, and she gasped. Miro pulled her into his arms and cradled her. "I feel warm," she wheezed.
"Don't leave me . . ." he muttered.
She kissed him deeply, touching into his soul. "I'll never leave you," she whispered softly. "I'll always be with you . . . my love . . ."
And in his arms, Queen Lara died against King Miro.
Shock filled his body, and his tongue locked in place, unable to speak or to utter anything. And then, as he let the lifeless body drop upon the bed, he shook and shivered into reality. His wife lay dead before him . . .
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" he screamed, and soon turned into a roar that all of Eternos could hear. "NOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Outside the room, the Man-At-Arms soon joined the doctor, who heard the cry. "What is it? What happened?" questioned the young Man-At-Arms.
"The Queen," the doctor said solemnly.
At that moment, the doors threw open and Miro stormed out. "Summon my steed," he rumbled.
"Sire?"
"I SAID SUMMON MY STEED!"
*
Within moments, Miro charged north across the plains of the Fertile Continent. His mind remained locked on the visage of his wife laying dead before him and it drove him further onward in his journey. The moons hung high in the star-filled sky and when he reached the Hall of Wisdom a few hours later, everything seemed brighter.
He threw open the unguarded doors and stormed into the main chamber of the Hall of Wisdom. The Council of Elders, led by Eldor himself, sat and watched him walk towards them; their twenty-five forms illuminated by their power.
"The hour is late," Eldor addressed.
"SILENCE!" shouted Miro. "You took her! You took my wife, you son of a jackal!"
Eldor lowered his head and looked to his fellow council members. "We are not the masters of fate and life, King Miro."
"YOU COULD HAVE HELPED HER!" he shrieked. "WE HAVE SERVED YOU FAITHFULLY FOR YEARS AND WHEN WE NEED YOU, YOU TURN YOUR BACKS ON US!"
Eldor raised his hand. "King Miro, we did not kill your wife. Fate and destiny does these things. We did not foresee this and we could not have stopped it."
Miro listened to his words, the anger washing away from him, and sadness filled his heart - his entire soul. Tears fell from his eyes, racing down his cheeks.
Ali, one of the female members of the council, spoke. "King Miro, we grieve with you. Your wife was a great woman and one that will be missed for years to come. Eternos has always been an ally of the Elders."
"Indeed," said Kor, a male across from Eldor. "The strength of your bloodline has been great and will continue to be so. Great things will happen, Miro."
Eldor stood and walked to Miro and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Go home, King Miro, and grieve. This is a night of mourning."
Miro nodded and stood up. He turned away from the Council of Elders and made for the door. He had much to tell his children . . .
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