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there's a published land that I've heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream,
really do come true.
Congratulations, Dorothy!
It's a myth that most published authors live lives remotely resembling that of Richard Castle. (Although, who wouldn't want to be as cool as Nathan Fillion, hmm?!) We are rarely independently wealthy. We do not hang out with James Patterson -- and certainly not for weekly poker matches. We are typically not recognized on sight and often not even when we tell people our names. And our publishers do not generally throw us glitzy launch parties with strobe lights and supermodels. Also, I'm pretty sure -- in my case, at least -- the mayor has NO IDEA who I am. But "Castle" is still a great show, isn't it?--Marilyn Brandt
Missy Tippens shares this myth: Once you're in, you're in. She says, "I was under the impression that once you crossed the big hurdle of that first sale that you were now a lifetime member of The Published Author Club. I can remember meeting published authors at my local chapter and excitedly asking them when their next release would be out. Sometimes they had an answer. Sometimes they looked a bit uncomfortable and said they were still trying to sell the next book or that the next one had been rejected and they didn't know. I finally learned a lesson. NEVER ASSUME. This is a tough business. We have to keep learning. We have to keep improving and working hard. I never take a single sale for granted.
Published Author Myth:Editors sit, impatient, eagerly awaiting the next proposal that slips through your velvet fingers. Reality: There are no free rides. I have easily submitted twice as many books as I've had contracted, and that's okay. That's part of the biz. Going into publication thinking otherwise is like being surprised that ocean salt tastes strangely like sea salt. NaCl is NaCl no matter where you get it. You will re-write, re-propose, scrap proposals, scrap books, and re-write said books, and you will do so willingly and lovingly and with a smile because it's... oh, wait!.... your job. My solution: To write steadily each day and keep proposals going while working on other books. That way your "flow" keeps you in the pipeline. I also let my editors know what I'm thinking via occasional e-mails and phone calls to make sure we're on the same page. And when we're not, I just change stuff because they haven't been wrong yet.--Ruth Logan Herne
Oh, man, do I LOVE watching Mythbusters on TV! But in real life? Not so much. Like the number-one myth that being published would validate me as a "good" writer and all that anxiety and self-doubt would dissipate after I signed on the dotted line? Yeah, more fairy-tale stuff going on there than in Melanie Dickerson's books. No question I felt some better about my writing after publication because to be honest, my confidence was pretty low to begin with, so when a publisher wanted me, I figured I couldn't be all that bad, right? And, yes, my confidence boosted a tad with a smattering of contest wins and decent book sales, but the real myth that burst like a three-inch bubble of Hubba Bubba right in my face was that these superficial things would give me the peace and confidence I was looking for. WRONG!! Not three-book deals, not contest wins, not royalty checks in the mail -- NADA! It didn't take long to understand that true confidence is not in accolades from your editor or five-star reviews or glowing letters from reader friends, but instead in where your heart is with God, period. Wow, talk about myth busted -- and thank God!!
--Julie Lessman
Myth: Once you sell your first book, selling the rest of them is easy. Wow, doesn't that just sound right in a perfect world? Of course breaking in to publishing is a great challenge, but continuing to attain the high standard of writing that the editor expects is no cake walk. Yes, they want you to continue writing great books. No, they don't have to buy the next one you offer just because it's a sequel to the first one.--Audra Harders
Myths from Myra Johnson: Once you sell your first book, you never have to sweat getting another contract.Winning or finaling in the Golden Heart is a guarantee your book will soon be published.
Myth: Writing books is easy. Some people believe if you have the gift for storytelling--and I concur that is a God-given gift--writing books must be easy. As if you sit down at the computer and the words, the conflict, the story arc, the characterization just flow off your fingertips with either no or minimal effort. NOT. Perhaps writing is easy for some authors. I hope that the more books I write the easier the process will become, but, I'm not there yet. In fact, the more I learn, the more I realize I'm a long way from perfecting my craft. To please my editor, my readers and myself, I work hard to write my books. Maybe these people hope writing is easy because they have an unspoken yen to write a book. I tell them writing is hard work but where else can you make up people and control their lives? Well, most of the time. The flip side of this coin are those who cannot imagine sitting down and making up people. They're in awe, far more fun. Or maybe they're just afraid for you. A friend asked if I feared I'd get caught in the fictional world and lose touch with reality. I wanted to say, "What's wrong with that?" but knew that answer would terrify her. Seriously, I can't imagine losing touch. Though I've talked to my characters, dreamed about them and spent more time with them than some of my friends, I do know the difference between people I create and flesh and blood humans. At least, so far. --Janet Dean
The myth that I unfortunately believed (in spite of Julie Lessman warning me to the contrary) is that once you are published, nothing can ever get you down again. If discouragement ever threatens, you can easily dispel it with the wonderful words, "Yeah, but I'm a published author now. Ha! So there!" This is a myth. This is what you tell yourself before you get that first contract, but the only thing that can really dispel discouragement is the Holy Spirit and a hopeful, positive attitude. As a published author, you will still get negative feedback, only now the criticism is publicly displayed on Amazon.com, where the whole world can read it, and where it will potentially drive down your sales and keep you from getting another contract, resulting in being forced to get a job as the night shift baker at Atlanta Bread Co. As the night shift baker at Atlanta Bread Co., you will not be able to dispel discouragement by saying, "Yeah, but I'm a published author. Ha! So there!" This is why you need the Holy Spirit and a hopeful, positive attitude when you get that first 1-star review on Amazon.com. And the second, and, (God forbid it should happen to you) the 9th.
--Melanie Dickerson
EVERYONE will understand how hard it is to write a book--and that everyone can't do it if they "just had the time."
EVERYONE will understand that you didn't self-publish but really did sell to a big New York publishing house.
EVERYONE will understand why you can't quit your day job now that you've sold a book
EVERYONE will understand that the books you give away you had to BUY.
EVERYONE will understand when you get in the already-slow-moving U.S. Post Office line with two BIG bags of giveaway and contest entry book packages to mail.
EVERYONE will understand why they didn't hear from you on their birthday and why your Christmas letter didn't arrive until mid-February.
The Myth of the Fragile Writer. I read a quote once, I can't remember from who, that a writer needs to have the worst childhood they can survive. This gives you the right mentality for the abuse rained down on a writer and the right depth of powerful emotion to tap into. This seems to make sense because why would be put something so personal as a book out for the whole world to see and scorn if we didn't want to be abused? I think a writer has an amazing mental toughness. To be scorned but still believe in ourselves, still be willing to work hard, try again, learn from our mistakes, pick ourselves up and go on.
The Myth of the Message.As Christian writers we're often asked; What is the theme of your book? What is the Bible verse you're using as the foundation? You know what? When I'm writing a book, I'm just telling a story. Yes, there are often Biblical foundations, because the Bible is loaded with the best drama of all time and draws so perfectly, deep truths and powerful conflicts between right and wrong. And yes the books tend to have a theme because they just crop up as you're working your way through the character's conflict. But when I've got a story I want to tell, I'm just trying to tell it in the best, most entertaining way I can manage. Any theme or moral or message probably snuck in there by accident.--Mary Connealy.
What actually happened when I knocked on the door of the Emerald City and gained entrance? I found out that the Yellow Brick Road doesn't end at the gates to the E.C. It keeps on winding through more of the Land of Oz, and the creepy little flying monkeys of writer's doubt still hover, the Wicked Witch known as my Internal Editor would still seek to steal the red, ruby writing shoes of my joy, and that at times, I would rather do a face-plant into a field of poppies than open up my Work In Progress and wrestle with it all.
But I'm glad the journey didn't end there. How boring if it had. There are new Oz-ian vistas to explore, new obstacles to conquer, and new techniques to hone and master. I've learned that while there is a sweetness and sense of accomplishment that comes from being admitted to the hallowed halls of the Emerald City, there is so much more to the writing journey than just that.
There is satisfaction in seeing dreams come to fruition and sustaining those dreams through hard work. I've also learned that there are amazing people to meet along the way. So link arms with a Scarecrow, a Woodsman, and a Lion, and keep hitting the yellow bricks. The Emerald City isn't your destination, it's just another spot on your map.--Erica Vetsch.


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Sony NEX-6 review – The logical CSC choice?By David Newton - Wednesday November 28 2012 Sensor Review
An overall score of 78 puts the NEX-6 into 26th place in the DxOMark list. This is just fractionally above the NEX-5R, which is unsurprising as they use exactly the same sensor. The score places it ahead of the Sony SLT-A57, Sony's DSLR using the same sensor, as well as 11 places in front of Canon's EOS-1D Mark IV. It's also a clear 12 places above the Fujifilm X100 – one of our reference cameras.
Like the Sony NEX-5R and NEX-5N, the NEX-6 scores 23.7 bits for color depth, again highlighting the fact that the sensors are the same in all three models.
A score of 13.1EV for Dynamic Range is again no surprise, as it is equal to the NEX-5R. While this is a respectable score, it does fall a little way behind other cameras using the same sensor – the Nikon D5100 and D7000 for example, which score 13.6 and 13.9EV respectively. The score does show a minor improvement of 1/3EV compared to the NEX-5N, however this difference is unlikely to be visible in final prints.
Looking at the low-light sensitivity, the Sony NEX-6 scores 1018 ISO, an improvement in absolute terms on the 910 ISO scored by the NEX-5R, but still below the Nikon D5100 that scored 1183 ISO with the same sensor. However, although these figures may seem like a large difference, it is actually less than 1/3EV. Like the difference in Dynamic Range, this is unlikely to be obvious in final prints.
Further readings for the Sony NEX-6 review – The logical CSC choice?
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Announced in September 2012, the Sony NEX-6 creates a new range in the Sony line-up. It sits between the flagship Sony NEX-7 and the mid-range Sony NEX-5R offering features and performance benefits to beginner and advanced photographers alike. Providing a simplified user-interface than the NEX-7, the NEX-6 is none-the-less fully featured with a high-resolution OLED viewfinder, Full HD video recording and a tilt-adjustable screen for ease of use.
The Sony NEX-6 is a well-thought-out compact hybrid that, like the NEX-7, takes into account the needs of the expert amateur, but also considers the needs of beginning photographers as well.

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Dog aggression training set at area libraries
Last year while Deb Chebatoris was walking her two schnauzers in their own neighborhood, they were suddenly and unexpectedly attacked by a larger, aggressive dog. Both dogs sustained injuries requiring treatment.
While Chebatoris was unhurt, she understood that this could have been a tragedy and decided to sponsor classes so that people would know what to do when approached or attacked by an aggressive dog.
"I was very ill-prepared for what happened," she said. "And I don't want to see a dog or cat or any pet come to me as the result of an aggressive dog."
She contacted Penny Layne, a certified professional dog trainer and owner of Aunt Penny's Pet Sitting, Dog Walking & Dog Training Services, to design informative introductory classes. The class will be offered at area libraries during the first quarter of 2013.
Layne's approach to training dogs has as much – or more – to do with training humans. "It's all about learning canine body language, or 'learning to speak dog' as I call it," she said. "It's 'Human Education for Fur Parents,' because you can't influence a dog unless you know what the dog is thinking, just like with kids."
Layne uses only positive and effective training methods to work with dogs, as well as people. She has a 20-year background through her work with service dogs, working in a vet hospital and owning a boarding, grooming, training and breeding kennel and then branching into Aunt Penny's Pet Sitting and Dog Training. Penny is an Advanced Certified Pet Tech, a certified professional dog trainer, a professional member of the Association of Pet Dog Trainers and member of International Association of Animal Behavior Consultants and the Association of Animal Behavior Professionals.
In a case like Chebatoris's that seemed to "come out of the blue," there would have been warning signals that, with a bit of training, either the aggressive dog's owner or Chebatoris herself would have known to look for, and possibly known what to do to avoid actual physical contact, which is the goal of the introductory classes.
"For instance, with training, a person would notice a particular head turn, or rapid eye blinking in one or both of the dogs," Layne explained. "If dogs growl, we tell them to stop and we've taken away their best and safest means of communication because the bite response is next."
Unfortunately, physical and emotional injuries usually occur and too often dogs considered aggressive are euthanized. The goal is to avoid these types of euthanasias and receiving the victims of aggressive behavior by giving people tools to reduce or avoid aggression.
Chebatoris's goal in providing training for people is concurrent with that of Layne's: "To educate as many people as possible and save dogs' lives." To that end, Deb had organized Pet First Aid classes last year as a community service. The dog aggression classes are an extension of that educational effort.
Classes are two hours long and will cover types and signs of aggression, predicting aggression through body language, how to prepare for a walk and what to do if attacked.
Layne will also offer some suggestions on how to work with aggressive dogs, but most of the class will focus on dealing with example situations and how to respond.
Classes are scheduled for the following dates:
• Mt. Lebanon Public Library – 7-9 p.m. Jan. 29
• Monroeville Public Library – 7 to 9 p.m. Feb. 12
• Bethel Park Public Library – 7 to 9 p.m. March 27
Instruction is underwritten by Chartiers Custom Pet Cremation, making classes free. Space is limited and pre-registration is necessary. To register, call Deb Chebatoris at 412-220-7800. For new classes and updates, visit www.ccpc.ws. To learn more about Penny Layne and her services, visit www.myauntpenny.com.


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In response to the letter from Mal Morris, "God loathes gay marriage," which appeared in the Sunday edition of the Observer-Reporter, he writes, "Every child who has ever been born was conceived out of the sexual union of a man and woman, not two men or two women."
What makes Morris right on this? My daughter, who will be born on May 13, was made on Aug. 20th with my girlfriend, who is not a man.
Also, why can't gays have children? Men and women have sex just to have it and have accidents, and don't even want children. Now gays have to go through so much to have a child. Gays are the ones who actually want children.
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KSport CMZ140-AR Asphalt Rally AR Coilover Shocks Mazda RX-7 1985-1991
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Only after you're feeling better are you ready to compare notes, and then it becomes the most interesting thing you've ever discussed.
But while in the dark throes of it, I didn't want to talk about the flu. It was all I could do to keep two heavy comforters and a blanket pulled up around my chin. My full-time job was to drink water and remind myself to breathe. My grasp of time was all off: some hours passed like minutes and some minutes like hours. I kept the TV on for company, and I listened as a 15-second commercial for hair color seemed to stretch out into epic lengths. A commercial for mayonnaise came on and I fumbled to find the remote quickly enough to silence it. (This morning a TV doctor said there's no such thing as a stomach flu, but my flu sure did end up there.)
They're calling this the worst flu outbreak in 10 years. All the news channels keep referring to the ER tents set up outside some hospitals, and how some patients are being turned away. But they're not saying whether the flu is making that many people desperately sick, or whether people are still using the ER as a family doctor. During this illness, I never felt the need to go to the emergency room, but if teeth chattering and whining counted as life-threatening, I probably should have gone.
It's as sick as I've felt in probably 30 years, and that includes a year of chemotherapy and radiation treatments. You hear flu and you think really bad cold. I'd forgotten. Flu is a body snatcher, replacing every cell with icy, hard misery. You're so cold, but you feel like your head's on fire. Your teeth hurt, your hair hurts, your skin is crawly and when you try to sit up there are thick, gray hands pushing your shoulders back down. For two days, I was flat in bed. Day three I felt well enough to get up and check my email and have some soup. Days four, five, and six brought the return of a shower and a little bit of food. Day seven, I was doing some laundry and walking out for the mail.
This is day eight. I still look like I should be included in a Worst Celebrity Mugshot slideshow, but at least I'm up and around.
And did I mention I got a flu shot? I lined up in October, like always, and rolled up my sleeve. The TV doctors are saying lots of people got sick despite vaccinations. I remember my arm hurting a bit more this time, which my pediatrician friend says means I had an immune reaction to the vaccine right away. Not enough of one, apparently.
When you are that sick, you forget what it's like to feel well. Your brain tells you that this will pass and you will be better, but your body doesn't believe it. And so you are draped in a wet blanket of hopeless.
And the first hour you start to feel better, the shroud peels back a little and you can see sunlight. And you ask yourself what would taste good, and this time you actually have an answer. Pancakes!
Your family welcomes you back. They tell you so-and-so called to ask about you, as well as this friend and that co-worker. And when you start calling them back, you realize you weren't the only one who was sick.
That's when you tell your story of the worst flu ever. You share your tale of coughing and sneezing and trying to hold it together for just one more hour. You commiserate and compare temperatures. And then you hang up knowing that your flu was worse. And you are so grateful it's over, because you can see the future again.
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I am writing in response to your recent article on the PNC Branch closing in Cecil. I have been a customer of PNC since its takeover of National City. I bank in Cecil because of its close proximity to my home, and I do all of my banking in person.
When I received my letter about PNC's choice to leave Cecil, I began shopping around at other financial institutions to see what they had to offer. Needless to say, the word was out, and, in speaking to various representatives, I came to learn some other financial institutions are interested in moving into the Cecil PNC Branch location. As the article stated, Cecil has always had a bank, and they will, no doubt, have another one when PNC goes.
When another financial institution enters the area, people will have to make a choice to travel to PNC, or change to the new bank. This is time consuming, of course, but if you are looking for convenience, that would be the choice. The bottom line is this: The growing customer base of the Cecil PNC Branch should be enough to keep the branch open. Apparently, PNC executives don't feel the same. If PNC is inconveniencing you – why would you want to stay with them? I, for one, am looking forward to seeing which financial institution might be coming into Cecil, one that cares about the convenience of Cecil area residents, and who would also welcome their business.
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I bought this snow globe that plays the Nutcracker suite for my grandma, it is a silly little thing but the sort of thing she will like,
*I can't find a picture of it, it has a young ballerina lacing her slippers*
I bought this one for me, because Clara and The Nutcracker
If my grandpa were here still I would have got him this one, because the Rat King,
*can't find that one either*
Well there is a picture of the one I bought.
I bought this for Gabriel, because he should stop growing up so fast,
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Small claims court is a special court where disputes are resolved quickly and inexpensively. The rules are simple and informal. The person who sues is called the plaintiff. The person who is sued is called the defendant. You are not allowed to have a lawyer represent you at the hearing in small claims court. But you can talk to a lawyer before or after court.
You can sue in small claims court if you are:
If you are not mentally competent, or you are under 18 years old (and not emancipated), a judge must appoint a "guardian ad litem" to represent you in small claims court. A guardian ad litem is an adult appointed by the court to represent you ONLY in the case in question.
In general, a natural person (an individual) cannot ask for more than $10,000 in a claim. Businesses and other entities (like government entities) cannot ask for more than $5,000. This limit on businesses does not apply to sole proprietors, who are treated as natural persons. You can file as many claims as you want for up to $2,500 each. But you can only file 2 claims in a calendar year that ask for more than $2,500.There are some exceptions to the $10,000 limit for individuals:
Collections agencies cannot sue in small claims court to collect on debts that are assigned to them
There are different kinds of cases you can file in small claims court.
Some common types of small claims cases are disputes about:
The deadline to file a lawsuit is called the statute of limitations. Most lawsuits MUST be filed within a certain amount of time. In general, once the statute of limitations on a case "runs out," the legal claim is not valid any longer.
The period of time you have to sue someone varies depending to the type of legal claim. Here are the statutes of limitations for some common types of legal disputes:
It is not easy to figure out if it is too late to file (and even knowing whether a contract is written or oral can be very difficult). If you are not sure, get advice from the small claims advisor or a lawyer if you can, and if not, file your case and let the judge decide.
The filing fee is based on the amount of your claim and the number of claims you have filed in the past 12 months:
Currently, the filing fees, if you have filed 12 or fewer claims in the past 12 months, are:
|Amount of Your Claim
|Filing Fee
|$0 to $1,500
|$1,500.01 to $5,000
|$5,000.01 to $10,000
If you have filed more than 12 claims in the past 12 months, the filing fee is $100 (for any claim amount). Filing fees change, so make sure you check to see what the current filing fees for small claims cases are at the time of your filing.
If you are suing someone, you must go to court. You will go to court between 20 and 70 days after you file your claim.
You cannot send anyone else (even a lawyer) to represent you in small claims court. But there are some exceptions:
For more information about exceptions, read California Code of Civil Procedure section 116.540. Also, check out: Authorization to Appear (Small Claims) (Form SC-109).
If you are being sued, you must go to court if you want your side of the case to be considered. If you do not go to court, a judgment may be entered against you. This would be a judgment based on the evidence that the side suing you provided, without you having a chance to provide any evidence.
Who goes to court when a business is sued?
Your small claims hearing
Many cases are usually scheduled for the same time and the calendar can be very crowded. This makes it impossible for any one case to take a lot of time because the court has to get through all the cases on the calendar. This is why it is so important to be well prepared so you can present your case quickly and efficiently. The judge will listen to both sides of the story. To help tell your side, take evidence to support your claims, like:
The judge may make a decision at your hearing or mail it to you later. The judge may need to make additional inquiries into the facts before deciding the case, or research a legal point, so if the judge says that he or she is "taking the matter under submission," you will get the decision in the mail.
Instead of a judge, you may have a commissioner or temporary judge at your hearing. They both serve in the same role as judges. A commissioner is hired by the court to sit as a judge and hear certain types of cases that the law allows commissioners to hear, such as traffic infractions and small claims cases. A temporary judge (called a "judge pro tem" or "judge pro tempore") is someone who has been a lawyer for at least 10 years and is specially trained to hear and decide small claims cases. If you do not want a temporary judge, you can ask the court to have a judge hear your case. You may have to come back another day. Find out how to get ready for court.
If the person being sued does not show up for the hearing, the plaintiff still needs to prove his or her case. If the defendant can show a good reason for missing the court date, such as a medical emergency, the defendant may be able to get the judgment canceled and a new trial date set. Read about vacating a judgment to learn how.
You cannot appeal if you were the person who filed the claim. If someone else files a claim against you and you lose, you can appeal. This means that if you are the plaintiff suing a defendant and you lose, you cannot appeal the court's decision. But if the defendant filed a defendant's claim against you (sued you back) and wins against you on the defendant's claim, then you CAN appeal. When you appeal the part of the lawsuit against you, the entire court's decision (not just the part against you) is reviewed all over again. The superior court does not consider the decision of the small claims court in deciding the appeal. The trial is called a "trial de novo" or trial from the start. This means that you have to prove your side all over again, including bringing all the evidence you want the court to consider. You CAN, but do not have to, have a lawyer represent you on an appeal.
To file an appeal
If you were at the hearing, you must file a form with the superior court called Notice of Appeal
What happens if someone else appeals?
You will have a new trial and you cannot enforce your judgment while the appeal is pending. You will have to bring your evidence and tell your side of the story again. This time, you can bring a lawyer to represent you. Click for help finding a lawyer.
Learn more about appealing a small claims case.


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I was still very young when I first decided to pursue a career in medicine. My early experiences helped me grasp the importance of what I might accomplish if I could succeed at practicing medicine with compassion. I can still recall, at the age of nine, with sleepy eyes, taking my post for the night. It was my turn to sleep on the floor at the door to Great Grams' room and to sound the alarm if she should try to escape.
My Mom Jean has Alzheimer's Disease 14 years. Mom lived with me for many years misdiagnosed. She was 58. Alzheimer's never crossed my mind or the Drs. This disease knows no boundaries including age. We were all ignorant. In 2005 after an ER visit and 19 horrid days in a psych ward Mom was diagnosed and was told she had less than 3 years to live. Mom insisted on placement in a Nursing home. Me and my sister were furious but had no choice but to respect her wishes. I guess mom knew she was sicker than we did and she was protecting us. Always a mom <3.
Hello my name is Jacque,
I am 19 years old, & I want to share my story about my best friend G.G. A.K.A. Gang-sta Granny, or LeWanda.
My Grandmother was so instrumental in my life, she taught me the importance of reading at the young age of 4. She would tell the story of many books, she taught me how to use phonic form of reading, she was my biggest fan, as I would have her sit and watch me roll play Being my favorite (at that time) Brittany Spears, we took long, long walks, She helped raise me as my mother was a singel parent.


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Oft evil will shall evil mar indeed in very deed .
Theoden, King of Rohan. (r. III 2980-3019)
"Unlimited power is apt to corrupt the minds of those who possess it."
William Pitt the Elder, Earl of Chatham. (British Prime Minister, 1766-1778)
When animus and anima meet, the animus draws his sword of power and the anima ejects her poison of illusion and seduction. The outcome need not always be negative since the two are equally likely to fall in love .
Carl Jung. (Swiss analytical psychologist, 1875-1961)
Chapter One Plots and Plans
Chapter Two Knight Sacrifice
Chapter Three The Machine
Chapter Four The Price of Power
Chapter Five Questions without Answers
Chapter Six Up to an high Place
Chapter Seven Rites of Passage
Chapter Eight Harm and Healing
Chapter Nine The Place where Evil dwells
Chapter Ten Friend and Foe
Chapter Eleven - Loss
Epilogue The Giving
1.1 Prologue
There were stars, many stars a firmament of them spreading wide and far, out of sight, out of mind and time, beyond and onwards to worlds of imagination. Two moons hung low in the sky, tinged with azure light; a quiet sea rolled and sighed beneath the nights reflective brightness and the jagged black shape of an island barred a shadow over all.
And yet it was not wholly dark, that blackness marring the etched silver of the sea; a faint glow hung over it, and it flickered, first faint then brighter, an eldritch light which skilled and seeing eyes would know for the presence of powerful sorcery; powerful and altogether malign.
Blue-silver light of moons and stars warred with the purplish tinge of magical power, a light that clung like balefire in its sullen glow. There were other lights but they lay hidden within that rising cone of rock set about with the scarcely-stirring waters of night for they were not meant to be seen. Within was darkness yet a darkness touched with fire. There were torches and such sources as burn without flame and yet owe all to craft and nothing to sorcery. There was stillness and the subtle, steady throb of hidden power for such ears as could hear it.
And there were voices.
The echo of their speech was lost, trapped and muffled by the rock-vaulted cavern with its dim light of candles and of flame. A fire burned steadily but gave off no heat, consumed no fuel that could be seen and was itself of purple hue. All about, where the walls leaned to listen, shadows conspired in corners. A woman and a man spoke together.
His voice was obsequious, a fitting foil for the imperiousness of hers.
So it is true, then; Hordaks Horde do indeed possess such a wonder?
Yes, my lady. The matter is beyond all doubt.
And it has worked before? We may be sure of it? But yes; indeed we may for we have his word for that. Very well very well. Fetch me my scrying glass; I must know for certain before we take this step. The stakes we wager for are very high; each throw made must needs be well-founded.
Indeed, my lady, for, were we to fail, then the lord
We shall not fail; I shall not fail! Fetch me the glass here! The voice was haughty, certain of being obeyed.
Pale purple light glowed in the heart of a crystal her long hands enveloped it lovingly; she spoke and light leaped and flamed within, irradiating the cavern in its deathly wyrdlight. She leaned close; her silver-strange eyes reflected back from the heart of the crystal. Long she gazed, her hands weaving strange patterns, while her companion, torn between wonder and fear, both leaned close and cringed, plucking at his straggling black beard. The inner glow made planes of light and darkness of her face as she gazed both near and far. At last she let the light die down and straightened, a tall, slender woman in a robe so blue that it might be almost be black.
It can be done it will be done! Nor shall we miscarry! She paced, her pale hands gesturing. Combined with the power I have drawn from my other source then to gain command of this as well would be stupendous nothing less. Success would lead to the greatest overthrow Eternia has ever seen and doubly so in this case. We should soon be in a position to take power throughout all its kingdoms for none would dare oppose us and I do mean none. Many would even flock to aid us willingly. Yes yes indeed; the lure of it would be well-nigh irresistible. Allied to our talents a weapon so deadly, backed by such power, would be unstoppable and all lies indeed within our reach.
The mans eyes glowed red in the light. And yet the risks are great; what if he should
He will not, she countered quickly. He suspects nothing I am certain of it. And by the time that he does then he will be committed to a needless war which will distract him long enough for us to secure our objective. And then we shall strike with our new weapon and, with him out of the way, the kingdoms and lordships of Eternia will either bow the knee or fall one by one. And all will be ours.
Is this power you speak of really so strong? marveled the other.
Indeed it is an ancient strength that lives on inside that guarded place. And it has an edge of steel. Oh, he has tried to get his claws on it many a time and oft and has always failed. But that is because he is a noisy, pridesome fool, lacking subtlety and because he has not troubled to understand the source of that power and how it must be channeled.
The which you do, my lady?
The which I most certainly do, count. I have long studied the ancient lore and I have scried deep into the patterns of power and I know this to be true. There is but one key to that place and but one way to secure that key.
A true key of iron, or else one composed of sorcery?
Of neither; I spoke but in metaphor and yet it is as unfailingly the key as if it were indeed composed of or one or the other.
I do not understand, my lady.
She favored him with a smile. At least her mouth made that motion, though her eyes barely joined with them. Serve our interests well and soon you shall. The rewards we seek from this intrigue are great indeed and well-worth the risk entailed in essaying them.
But, tell me this key; what is it?
It is a he and he is a man.
A man who is a key? But how so? And who is he?
Why, then there indeed is a riddle for you to ponder, count! She laughed, arch in humor. My library is at your disposal if lore you seek! She gestured wide with a pale and slender arm.
His face, already dusky, grew darker. I have not time for such games, my lady. I wish
I know what it is you wish for and I shall secure it for you. As promised. But first there is work to be done. We shall unleash war but must be certain that we ourselves remain unscathed to reap the benefits. Our enemies will cancel each other out and leave us free to move against what survives of them.
Tell me. I am eager to know!
In good time; in good time.
You spoke of a key.
Indeed. And to that very end I have plans to make or rather to perfect, for something of this has long been in my mind. Much of the necessary preparation is, indeed, already in place thanks to my foresight. All the same, it will not be an easy task; the key this man I spoke of will not wish to turn for us; not at all. Overcoming his reluctance will require a subtle combination of persuasions both of body and of mind. And, with him, both are strong or seemingly so. She gave a paring of a smile.
Her associates reply was a dismissive snort. Even the strongest break sooner or later.
Indeed so; yet it is all a matter of method and indeed of intention. Strong he is and yet he remains the weak point in the defences. In strength of one kind lies weakness of another; a most intriguing paradox. She shrugged elegantly. But first we must secure what we require from Etheria. And to that end we must turn our minds and endeavours. She paced awhile in thought and her associates eyes followed her with a dull red glow. At length she stilled again and spoke. I shall open negotiations with our secret allies within the Horde for without what they can secure for us then all will be in vain.
You mean
I mean just what I say; we must first despoil the Hordelord and ensure that he apportions the blame for his loss appropriately. And then we must have the key to Grayskull brought here so that I can begin work on making it turn.
But how long will that take?
That is difficult to judge; these matters done with due care cannot be hurried. But I am well-prepared for the inevitable struggle and shall, of course, succeed in time. Once he is in my hands. And that we must also attend to. She paused, her fine features thoughtful, her strange-hued eyes intent. But be aware; if we are to set this in motion then we must be certain; quite, quite certain.
What would you have me do? But name it!
A long, shapely finger traced over her dark-tinged lips. My thoughts again turn towards the realm of Randor. It is there that we shall find the means to secure what we have need of. Yes She smiled slender satisfaction and turned to her eager associate. Bring me in reports from our eyes, our ears there; all that our intelligencers can muster I shall need such matter ready to hand without delay. Offer the customary rewards; and as ever warn them what will happen should they fail me. The usual things; you know what to say. She waved a dismissive hand.
My lady; I shall do your bidding.
See that you do. It is the only way in which your lost powers can ever be returned to you. Now leave me; I would be alone to think.
Her tall, slim figure paced again, back and forth, back and forth. Then, turning once more to the crystal, she cast her hands over it and revived its cold heart of purple fire.
Show me she intoned, show me Bent low to its depths she long remained, intent and unmoving and the light played violet over her pallid hair, the finely modeled contours of her head. And then her face rose and changed and her chill laughter filled every corner of the cavern with its unhallowed sound.
Plots and Plans
The sound of battle sounded from below the walls; staves clashed together, separated and came together again but the guardsmen on duty above paid little heed, for they were well used to it. The pleasance of the Palace stretched away into trees, a green place of well-trimmed lawns and borders where fountains lifted to the sunlit morning air. Two young people were engaged in fighting or at least its outward appearance there. The girl was tall, shapely and red-headed, with the lithe and easy grace of a born athlete and maybe a hint of studied aggression in her swift movements; the boy slim, youthful, with an open countenance and a cheerful mop of yellow hair. A casual observer might well judge them a handsome pair, worth the watching as they trained. For so they named it, that sparring both physical and mental which made up their days, the common currency of their exchanges. This morning was like many more before it and so were the exasperated words of the girl.
No, Adam! For the ten-trillionth time, NOT LIKE THAT! By the Ancients, how can any boy be so clumsy, so handless so useless? Now, try again!
Oh, but must I? I mean really? Couldnt we rest now? Its hot and Im thirsty and
He fell silent at the ominous look on her face, then smiled sheepishly, lop-sided and held up a placating hand. All right, all right here I come He launched himself at her, failed to counter her swift side-step, received a thump on the backside from her staff and, turning, found himself brought low to the lawn by her flying tackle about his thighs. With a gasp he drew in some air and widened his eyes, letting the breath out slowly and looking up at her where she crouched above in the defense position, her green gaze keen upon him for any signs of retaliation. There werent any; instead he lay rather comically spread-eagled and quite unmoving. He screwed shut his eyes, assessing the damage. I think youve broken my back, he moaned. Im sure my spines sheered through or at least badly damaged.
But she only laughed callously at his sorry plight. Thatll teach you to carry-through properly and not get jumped, then, wont it? Besides, the only real damage is to your ego.
What little of it youve left intact, that is.
Oh, quit whining, Adam. Dont you think that worse things happen in battle? Far worse.
Worse than you, you mean? Seems pretty unlikely.
Get up; come at me again.
And get knocked over again? Huh! Think Ill pass on that one, thanks. He folded his arms behind his head and crossed his legs as if composing himself for a nap.
Teela inserted the staff under him and applied the most literal kind of leverage.
Ow! That hurt!
But it does seem to have cured that broken back of yours, doesnt it? Now get your lazy tail over here and face up.
But why? I know how thisll end.
Then learn faster and one day it might not; come on.
Dont be mean to me, Teela; its my birthday he caught her raised red eyebrow soon.
Uh-huh and when it is, then you get the day off.
Sure; it will just mean double training each day until then to make up for it.
Just kidding probably. Come on; lets see if you do any better on this pass.
He did; not that it actually kept him on his feet; he looked up at her as she again bent over him.
You know? I really wouldnt want you as an enemy; Im already a mass of bruises with you as a friend; technically a friend. And anyway; shouldnt you be showing more respect for your future king?
And if that ever happens then I hope that the Elders are really going to be watching over us.
He stuck out his princely tongue at her, but she shook her head, setting her long tail of hair swaying redly. Adams elevated status was a standing joke between them; yet Teela was not laughing now. Somehow the innately simple fact of their friendship and daily closeness had grown more complex as Adam and she had themselves grown. Particularly of late.
Respect has to be earned, not just given, she said seriously, almost sternly. If you are going to rule, then you need to be ready. One day youll have to go into battle in defense of your people, do your duty. What will you do then?
Adam shrugged. My best, I suppose. His voice was flippant, to mask his uneasiness; this was all getting a touch too close for comfort; time to change the subject once again. But he couldnt resist defending himself at least a little. Anyway, I do train, dont I?
Sort-of. And that only because I make you. She frowned down at him as he lay there, his hands behind his head in that insouciant way which irritated her so. It doesnt exactly make you a hero, does it? I mean, look at He-Man
Do we have to? Or talk about him again?
Hes a good example for you to follow.
And, besides, as the one and only prince around here, you should be showing some leadership: training hard and getting a grip on yourself.
Id rather get a grip on you.
In your dreams, squirt. And, speaking of dreams, getting yourself out of bed before the late forenoon would help, too.
Hey, I need my sleep!
You need a long run, some well-focused upper-body exercises and a cold bath thats what you need.
To be just like you, you mean? Well, Ill tell you what: every dawn you can do the run and work up a good sweat while I catch up on some much-needed sleep. And then Ill come and join you.
For the exercises?
No! In the bath, of course
He rolled nimbly away from her attempt to stuff grass in his mouth, but couldnt escape her revenge for long. Pretty soon she had him held pinned down while her free hand tunneled up under his shirt and mercilessly ticked the heaving ribs within while he giggled and squirmed and begged breathlessly.
Stop it! Enough Im sorry; Im sorry
Prove it.
Oh no Anything just stop!
So youll come on the runs with me? Every morning?
Not under any circumstances whatsoever. I oh no dont hate running and oh, please , Teela, stop just stop! All right! All right I will! Please I cant stand it!
The run and the weight training agreed?
And the bath? He grinned up at her with laughing blue eyes.
On impulse she leaned forward and planted a swift kiss on his cheek, then stood, in excellent spirits now that she had her way.
Dawn tomorrow we start, then; the hill route, I think. She smiled sweetly, ruffled his bright hair as he sat indignantly up and went on her way, ignoring the admiring stares of some visiting plenipotentiaries from Grymus.
Adam collapsed back on the grass and groaned. I do wish she wouldnt do that. It wasnt altogether clear whether he meant the punishment she had meted out or else the kiss. He groaned again. Im done for, Cringer no way out of it now. I need a drink
The striped cat, awake now, licked at his whiskers in agreement.
But watchful eyes had observed this playful little scene; paid ears, hearing, now earned their treasonous wages; hireling lips made their report. And, when it was made, there was chill laughter and the drawing-up of plans.
Orko the Trollan paused; he felt a shadow pass and a sudden chill, as if a cloud had eclipsed the sun; a spider walking over his hand. And this he knew of old to be a warning. He had not, after all, always been a comical little conjurer even if no-one much remembered that any more sometimes not even Orko.
But old habits, old feelings die hard and something was wrong; very wrong. A movement; he sensed a movement in the patterns of power, the flux which guided the timeless elemental magics of Eternia, holding them forever in complex and fluid balance. And now that balance had shifted and was, for the present at least, out of true. Alerted he concentrated hard and was at once rewarded. Someone was drawing on great power drawing it from afar yes and and scrying and their eye was on Eternos. He tried to determine the source but a wall of willpower fenced the sorcery, hedging it about with caliginous and arcane power and he could not break through. To linger long on that plane of magic was to risk alerting the other to his presence and that someone knew well what they were about. So he disengaged his mind and tried his best to cover his tracks in a cloud of deception; he only hoped that it had worked; it was never his best spell even at the best of times.
And now he was worried and quite, quite sure that this was indeed a warning and a stark one. As for the scrying and the eye turned on Eternos he could not believe that they meant well by it. It just felt wrong and his magic-reared bones did not like it. He must speak with the Sorceress and warn his friends that trouble was looming; as ever, there would be little need to search too far for its source that was usually pretty plain. But the magnitude and unknown nature of the power he had sensed had surprised him almost jarred him. Yes; he must certainly share this with the Sorceress but dared not do so on the occult plane for fear of issuing a warning to the other the one with such ready access to this unfamiliar source.
He must cut short his stay here and leave at once; he must go home.
Dawn came up and Prince Adam was up with it largely because Teela had yet again invaded his bedchamber to remind him of his promise and to ensure that he kept it by emptying the better part of a jug of water over his sleepy head as he hugged his bolster. Now, clad in his training suit and running shoes he stood shivering in the dim cold of dew time while Teela went into her impressively thorough and rigorous regime of pre-run stretching exercises.
Well Im here, he stated, somewhat obviously.
Only because I made you, she observed tartly from the ground. Otherwise youd still be slumbering in your scratcher til the crack of noon.
Sounds good to me, sniffed Adam.
Youre incorrigible.
Oh, I distinctly hope so.
No; pretty hopeful, mostly. In spite of all.
Still feeling sorry for yourself?
Adam shivered again, looking up at the steadily-lightening sky. Just promise to come and look for me if I dont get back until nightfall, huh?
Dont be so limp!
But I am limp. I like being limp. Limp is good.
Ill remind you of that when you complain of blisters again.
They were really bad! And there were three of them!
You big sissy.
Thats not fair! Besides, Im here, arent I?
Point reference as before. But, since you are here, dont just stand there moaning and feeling sorry for yourself stretch!
Bending obediently to her order, Adam hid his smile. Teela, over a year his elder, had been around for as long as he could remember; they had grown up together like siblings and she had soon assumed a protectors role over him; it seemed to come naturally to her. Folk at the Palace had long before taken to calling her Adams Bodyguard in good-natured jest, partly because she was such a tom-boy and un-girlish, and the moreso in that she was so fiercely protective of young Adam; woe betide anyone who dared harm or even speak over-harshly to the prince. No; she alone was permitted to rule him and scold him and knock him about. And in time the jest had grown to be almost the truth; it was when she argued her father into allowing her to train with the Guard cadets and when she started beating them in almost all their drills, that some wag had named her the little captain and the name had stuck. Of course, few would call her little or a tomboy these days; at least not to her face and certainly never, ever twice. And so Prince Adam had a bodyguard and a trainer, who harried him constantly and bullied him shamelessly and frequently despaired over his slack attitude. And yet in some strange way it worked, and he knew that he was fitter and stronger than he had ever been and was secretly proud of the hard muscle he was steadily acquiring.
Quit the stalling, you weakling the suns already up.
Yeah; I wonder if he feels half as bad about it as I do.
How come youre such an idiot?
Ive had a lot of practice. He grinned sidelong; self-deprecation was a speciality of his.
I suppose I should just be glad that youve practiced at something. She shook her head. Come on, then or therell be no breaking your fast for your sorry highness.
Adam though he never would admit it to her actually rather enjoyed the dawn runs Teela had been inflicting on him; nor was he as slow and flatfooted as it suited his purpose to make out not by a long way. All the same, the girl ran like a deer, swift and tireless, her bronze head with its floating skein of hair soon disappearing from view as the steepness of the track increased. Soon there was only birdsong, the rhythmic crunch of his footfalls and the sound of his breath as he ran, finding his pace and feeling just fine. His sword, slung on a baldric over his shoulder, bounced gently on his back Teela always insisted on their taking personal arms on runs for the practice. He smiled to himself as he ran; she thought of little else, bless her. Not that she was wrong, of course the threat was real, ever-present, for Eternos was a kingdom beset by dark and dangerous enemies. But not of late and surely not today; not on such a day with the sun climbing the skyline of the mountains and casting gold over the valleys below.
And then there was shouting echoing though the trees ahead shouting and the clash of blades! Adams heart leapt and he leapt with it, sprinting uphill now at a pace that would have made even Teela take back most of her well-chosen words on his apparent lack of athletic prowess. And then a voice, shrill, female called his name, and echoed off the rocks of the pass above, dying slowly into the trees.
Ad d d d! Am mmm!
And he gritted his teeth, looking suddenly older than his sixteen years, and tore on upwards. Even as he did so he heard engines start into life and a sleek gray shape rose into the air above the dark line of the forest. The ship banked, turning sharply, and he heard the throttles open up as she lifted, accelerating low along the line of the road towards him. The roar of the ship mingled with Adams own roar of fury; it came on straight at him, but he did not flinch his hand was already over his shoulder reaching for the hilt as he pounded on, snarling and a stone turned under his foot and he fell, pitching forward heavily as the craft swept directly overhead, very nearly giving his hair a new and permanent parting. He lay a lengthy moment while colored lights danced intricate patterns across his eyes and then he rose and made the best pace he still could on up the road. The echo of the ships passing sounded its last recessional; Adam was alone. Breathing heavily and limping a little he entered the trees; just as well that he had been forced to slow; someone had cunningly dug a shallow pit, right where the line of forest darkness stole a runners vision after the sunlight. Not only that, but two ropes were strung across the track at different heights. They had been well-prepared; he had to grant them that. And now they were gone all but the one of them who would clearly not be leaving anytime soon. And gone too was Teela. Adam went over to examine the body; nothing to identify him, of course but all his gear had a serviceable, well-worn look to it; his weapons were the only clean thing about him. Mercenaries, then, tasked with a mission and one which had succeeded. At least for most of them it had. He rolled the body over, grimacing at the staring eyes gazing sightlessly up into his. Teelas work? Surely not and yet? Adam sighed, and rose slowly to his feet.
He must go back to the Palace and report what had befallen. There was no point in effecting the transformation none at all. They were long gone now, far out of even He-Mans reach. But perhaps not out of the range of Duncans scanners. Not that he relished telling Man-at-Arms that his daughter was gone but it had to be done. Securing the chape of his blade, Adam set off down the track at the best speed he could muster.
Darkness, lit with the lurid flicker of flame; darkness and a sense of space as well a great and lofty cavern whose height was illuminated only when the flames burned up brighter and, with their dying, fell back into deepest shadow.
The voice which spoke was cold, deliberate and soft; a voice used to being obeyed, to quelling lesser beings and one to whom all beings were lesser.
So, Hordak summons me, does he? Makes accusation against me and bids me orders me go to him and render account of myself?
The envoy of the Horde gravely nodded his reply. So speaks the lord Hordak.
The being sat back into its terrible throne, a seat of power composed of the bones of many great creatures a thing of horror and threat. There was a silence, sinister in its depth and length. Then the dark figure stirred within its hooded robe; a fiery glow of eyes came from deep within the cowl.
And by what right does he think to command my subservience, my presence on Etheria?
By right of overlordship, since once you swore your allegiance to him; and since it has not pleased him ever to revoke that pledge or else to consider it broken.
And if I should choose to refute that claim, to deny his lordship over me then what would follow from that?
Compulsion the bending of his wrath, his terrible might upon you; and your most assured overthrow.
There was silence; the flames seemed to burn lower, their light quelled.
Then to Etheria I shall come. The figure rose to its feet, a tall and commanding presence, a darkness blacker than the shadows about it. Indeed I shall come but in war and with armed might and power to teach your lord who is the true master of the darkness. His voice rose, and the hood fell back, revealing the grinning skull that served as a face, the glowing eyes bent on the envoy before him. For I am Skeletor, Lord of Destruction, rightful ruler of Eternia and overlord of fate and against me none may stand none!
The emissary took two swift steps back and then the Havoc Staff with its horned skull head materialized in Skeletors hand and it belched forth a jet of pale green fire which enveloped Hordaks servant and curled itself about him, burning and piercing and slaying.
With a strangled cry the envoy was flung backwards and landed hard, lying very still; tendrils of smoke rose from the lifeless body.
Skeletor lowered the staff, adjusted the hang of his cloak to a nicety and resumed his seat. His clawed hands stroked the bone arms of his throne, and then he spoke.
My lord? The burly figure with its oddly-shaped head emerged from the shadows.
We have business on Etheria with Hordak. Summon all my vassals; bid then come to me with all their powers, their musters and their might. And make ready my battlefleet. I intend to strike both swiftly and soon, before he can ready himself for our onset.
My lord, I shall but it will take time to
The mask of bone turned to him, unspeaking.
Yes, my lord, came the reply and Tri-Klops bowed and hastened about his masters business.
The ship hummed along; the grey-grizzled leader of the hirelings ducked under the bulkhead and growled at his men. I told you shes not to be harmed. Bound and secured but not marked in any way. You got that? So keep your dirty paws to yourself, you swablets! Or do you need a reminder of what I did to Rolla back there?
His men, cowed by the killing of one of their own number, backed off.
I warned him many a time not to drink on the job but he didnt listen, did he? An to keep his hands off the girl. Shes valuable to us an not to be damaged. But Rolla had to know best, didnt he? So he had it comin an you all know it. I did for him square an all gave him his chance you all saw me. So quit your gripin. An you keep well away from her, too, if you mind whats good for you!
He bent to examine the girl; the drug wouldnt wear off for some time yet but shed wake helpless to resist them anyway the ropes would see to that. After she was delivered and paid-for she wasnt his concern. But he didnt much envy her not at all. His shivered slightly at the memory of those uncanny eyes, that trilling laugh. Not his concern, he repeated to himself. He was being paid and well to do a job of work and he would see it done, too. So he settled himself down to watch that his orders were obeyed.
The ship sped onwards.
The Palace was steeped in gloom after a downcast Adam had made his report. It was not long before he was summoned before the king and queen, his parents. They listened to his account with care and did their best to make him feel better.
Adam, for the last time it wasnt your fault! King Randor frowned down at his son; sometimes he simply did not understand the boy and his shifting moods; sometimes he found it hard to recall that he had himself once been a nearly-seventeen-year-old. Times had been different, then, he told himself sternly and boys had grown up faster.
His mother, though, knew her son well; well enough not to ask.
We shall get her back, Adam fear you not, she said in the quiet, calm manner that characterized her every word and action.
Yes, Mom. The reply was dutiful, but the voice subdued, almost sullen and his eyes remained lowered. Can I go now? She sighed inwardly, and placed a restraining hand on her husbands twitching arm as their son slouched from the Throne Room.
The prince made some desultory efforts to read, even to complete the Ethics essay set for him by his tutor, but he could not settle to anything and was soon back demanding action of Man-at-Arms. But Duncan had only very limited readings to help him track the kidnappers craft. It was plainly not going to be easy to trace Teelas whereabouts.
Adam listened to the reports coming in, watched the grave face of his mentor and restlessly paced the room like a caged animal. He came to a halt before the desk, running an agitated hand yet again through his fair hair; it already looked like a hayrick hit by a hurricane.
What do we do, Duncan? What do I do?
We wait; there is nothing else that we can do, came the grim response.
But surely
Look, lad, they didnt take her without reason he went on as the boy groaned and turned about, pacing again. You say that they were probably mercenaries; your judgment on the body and its gear is echoed by Mekanek and the others who are recovering it now. That means they were hired to seize her and some kind of falling-out took place. And so
Skeletor! It must be! Adam whirled to face him again.
And so, repeated Man-at-Arms firmly, they will be in touch with us soon with some kind of ransom demand. It stands to reason. And so he held up a calloused hand to forestall the next outburst we must wait. And there is as yet no evidence as to who hired these men. Yes; it could have been our bone-featured friend, of course. And yet mercenaries isnt quite his style; not when he has all his warriors and his legions to choose from. But no doubt we shall know soon enough.
Not soon enough! They could be doing anything to her anything!
The boy was growing frantic again, and Duncan sighed and drummed his fingers on the surface of his station. Its not very likely, though, is it? They want something from us, and she is the key to that. So they wont harm her, will they? Not as a first move. I know youre upset, Adam but do use your head.
I dont know how you can be so calm!
Practice, came the laconic reply.
That cooled Adam like one of Teelas cold baths. Crestfallen, he looked at Duncan, nodded slowly, and sat down. Im sorry. But I feel really bad about this. His head fell and he gave a short laugh, quite devoid of all humor. Mom and Dad spent ages trying to convince me that its not my fault. He looked up at Duncans stern face, then looked quickly away. But they didnt succeed.
Plainly not. But that doesnt make them wrong or you right, does it?
At least Adam could meet his eyes again. No. No it doesnt. It just feels that way. He was silent awhile, chewing his lower lip. I just want to do something; this waiting flays me.
Duncan nodded unhappily. He seemed to have aged some years in the last hours even his moustache appeared to droop dispiritedly; but, in fairness, he had not blamed Adam and that, somehow, made it far, far worse. Now Adam arrived at a decision.
Ill to Grayskull, he told Man-at-Arms, and seek the Sorceress aid. If anyone can help, then she can.
Wait here awhile first, Adam. We shall surely find out something soon all our eyes are in the sky.
But I cant just hang around here like a spare part! blurted the prince, his hands gesturing in frustration. I must do something!
Be patient; or at least as patient as you can manage.
How can I be patient when I feel responsible!
Duncan looked at his young charge and shook his head. Best to deal with this right now.
All right all right. So tell me, Adam; in what way is this your fault, then? These dawn runs werent your idea but hers isnt that so? And Teela ran on ahead.
Alone! I shouldnt have let her I could have kept up!
Only as He-Man and we both know why that wouldnt have worked. See sense, lad.
I should have been with her thats why I feel responsible for what happened to her!
How you feel and the plain truth arent the same thing. He sighed. They seldom are. And Im afraid that you arent being rational.
Rational! Is that all you can say? Teelas been taken!
Yes, I was aware of that, thanks. But getting yourself into a state over it wont bring her back any faster, will it? He spoke on to balk the inevitable response. Im serious, Adam. Its calm thought and rational behavior will win the day here not ranting in a passion. Oh, I know well-enough why youre doing it but that doesnt make it right. Even if it does speak well for your lo he paused a mere instant loyalty. There was even, perhaps, a slight smile visible beneath the broad moustache, though Adam did not see it.
I dont think Ill ever be able to be as calm in a crisis as you are, Duncan. He sighed and shook his blond head.
You will in time, replied his mentor with conviction. As I said; practice.
Elders forbid that I should get any more like this! He groaned and yet again disordered his hair. Oh, Duncan I just want her back!
So do I, lad; so do I. And get her we shall.
But its been almost
And then the comms buzzer sounded and Man-at-Arms answered, his face tense. Adam watched, listened, as his mentor questioned, his eyes on the younger mans face.
Very well then carry on, Commander. He put down the receiver slowly, and Adam leaned forward with pounding heart.
Go on tell me do we know where theyve taken her?
Duncan shook his head. No not that much. But we now have a ransom demand and instructions.
And ?
Id rather not say at least until the king has been informed For the first time, Man-at-Arms was avoiding Adams eye, but the prince rocketed up and seized his shoulders.
Tell me! I need to know! He shook his mentor with the frustrated urge to action, and Duncan first sagged and then met his eyes.
I should have had to tell you in the end, I suppose Well; its this. They want He-Man, and He-Man only, to go to them, alone and unarmed to make His voice wavered and he looked down; Adam had never seen him like this never and his eyes were huge in his face as he listened. To make an exchange
Adam paused still a long, long moment, then slowly patted his mentors shoulder and smiled grimly. Is that all? Easy enough, then. Give me the co-ordinates and a sky-sled and Ill be on my way.
Oh no you ruddy well wont! Duncans voice had swiftly recovered its old authority. You, Prince Adam, are staying right here!
Well of course I am its He-Man they want, not me. He essayed a grin but there was no answering bravado; none.
Dont you split hairs with me, boy. You and I both know what this means. Teela is no more than bait so that they can get their hands on you. And we cannot afford that.
But, Duncan !
Save it, Prince. You are heir to the throne here and you have responsibilities.
Im also He-Man and you know as well as I do what that means, came the spirited reply. I wont leave Teela to them when its me they want! I cant and I just wont!
We shall get her back another way; we can negotiate
They want He-Man
And him they cannot have! flared Man-at-Arms. Do you think this land could sustain his certain loss not to mention that of its heir? Its completely out of the question!
But its my duty He-Mans duty! I know that for sure; I should do it was you who taught it to me!
The demands of duty must always be tempered by those of prudence or all valor is in vain, recited Duncan, reminding him of a lesson once learned and now plainly forgotten in the heat of youthful impulse and anxiety.
But, Duncan its Teela !
I know. My daughter, remember? However
I can save her! And thats just what Im going to do!
Adam, just think, will you? Consider the consequences of what youre proposing. Do you really understand what you would be taking on if you place yourself in their hands what they could do to you?
I have no choice!
Theres always a choice! And this one is not as clear-cut as you seem to think! You talk of duty; you also have one to this realm, to your parents. You cant just abandon that!
Every time I go out and fight as He-Man I take that risk!
Fight yes; not deliver yourself over like a sacrifice! Adam its not the same thing; it just isnt!
I can handle it!
Im sorry but I really dont think that you can; not this time. The risk is incalculable and what have I always told you about those kind of odds?
But you do it all the time!
Duncan sighed. I also weigh the risk all the time. Thats why Im still around. You cant; not yet. You simply havent been at this game long enough to know how to. And I want you to have the time to learn. He shook his head, looking down, knowing that his argument from the head would not appease Adams hasty heart.
It didnt.
You dont seem to place much faith in He-Mans capacity to deal with this!
Duncan looked up, fixing the prince with a steely eye. I know pretty well what he can do and what he cant. Better than you do right now, it seems.
Adam, angered, turned away. After a pause Duncans voice spoke, rather more placatory in tone.
Look, Adam. I know how you feel but Teela fell into this trap and its primarily my responsibility to get her out of it, not yours. I need some time to think, to plan and then well act. In force.
Its too great a risk! argued the prince heatedly. If they detect your approach
They wont
And if they do what then? We cant play dice with Teelas life!
Then at the very least go to Grayskull first and seek out the Sorceress.
Adam shook his head. Theres no time for that now. I wont let them keep Teela a moment longer than I have to.
This isnt the right way its all far too hasty! We need to calm down both of us and then consider our options. Anything has to be better than you just giving yourself up. We can decoy them, surround the area of the parley there are plenty of alternatives. Just give me some time.
Duncan we dont have any time! And using force is just far too much of a risk. No He-Man must go as demanded.
Duncan sighed and looked at the ardent young face, the quivering, almost coltish body before him. Not quite seventeen years old and already in a fair way to be man; it showed in the set of his shoulders, if not yet in his eyes. But he was still a boy for all that, and still had much to learn; too much for this sudden onset of responsibility.
Adam listen to me please! Alone? Unarmed? Even as He-Man its hopeless. Be told!
No not this time, old friend. I must do this thing. You know that I must.
Duncan was silent: and this lad was widely regarded as an idler, a shirker, even a coward. You wont be stopped, will you? he said quietly.
You know that I wont be. Adam was also calm now if that was indeed the right word.
Then go to your parents and comfort them; they feel Teelas loss as keenly as we do, but they cannot allow themselves to show it, for the greater good of the realm. That is what it means, Adam, to be a king. It was uttered sternly, quite without anger but it made Adams throat swell, his eyes well-up.
Ill Ill do as you say and go to them.
He couldnt look at his mentor, but Duncan reached and lifted his chin in his hand and peered at him close, then nodded. Go to the hangars when you are done. I will await your call and come to you there.
Adam came away from his parents presence with a heavy heart. He could not tell them of course he couldnt. But it hurt dreadfully, knowing that he would very possibly never see them again. His mother had somehow sensed his inner agitation (he could hide little from her) and had carefully steered his father away from dangerous ground as they spoke but it had wrung Adams heart to leave them with all those words unsaid. Now, as his pace quickened, his mood was grim and determined. He would not call Man-at-Arms to meet him; his plan now was to slip away unnoticed, before they could try to dissuade him. They wouldnt succeed and time might well be precious. He would transform himself, take a sled and go. It would save trouble and fuss and and in any case he couldnt trust himself to go through all that again without breaking down.
At the doorway of the hangars Cringer was lying, plainly waiting for him. Adam bent and picked up the cat, holding the soft fur to his face. Cringer just knew; he could tell what Adam planned.
No, Cringer not this time though Im grateful. They said alone, and that means just me or, rather, just He-Man. Turning up with Battle Cat would, huh, provoke things. Though, Elders know, Id much, much rather not go all alone. He sighed, and the rough feline tongue licked his face. Ill do my best, anyway. The cats yellow eyes were mournful and he mewled in discontent. I know, I know. Look at the pair of us, huh? The heroes of Eternia! Just a scared kid and his cowardly pet! I really wish that But, no thats pointless. I must go; I simply have to and lingering wont help. He put the cat down gently and squared his shoulders. So long, old pal. Be seeing you.
The hangar was deserted, the sky-sleds stood ready in long ranks, each in its bay. He chose one he used often; it might be well lucky. He would need every iota of that and then some. By the time the Palace scanners picked him up hed be on his way and it would be too late for them to stop him. He carried out the necessary routine checks by rote while his mind moved on quite another plane; the technicians knew their business, and he trusted them, and, in any case
A voice spoke at his back; one that he knew. He turned.
Man-at-Arms stood there, fully uniformed, three of the Guard at his back.
Prince Adam I place you under arrest, in the name of the king! His face was gray as he spoke, but the weight of authority in his voice brooked no argument. You, Highness, will come with me and will first surrender your sword. Lieutenant Andros!
His men, also clutching stunners, looked no happier than he. Their young leader obediently took two paces forward, unspeaking, and held out his hand to the prince. It was Man-at-Arms who spoke again, his voice now less formal.
Come along now, Adam. You must obey your royal fathers will. Theres a quiet cell made ready for you until you learn better sense from wiser heads. Your books are already there for you and writing paper. Im sorry but I have my orders, my duty to perform.
Slowly Adam dismounted the platform and approached his mentor. He smiled sadly and reached out to embrace him, all-too aware of the pricking in his eyes. Im sorry too, he whispered. But we must each of us do as we must. You see, I too have my duty to perform. So saying he brought down his elbow hard onto Duncans weapon arm, and caught it as it jumped from his grasp. A trick you taught me! he said, with the maniacal grin of the desperate as he turned Man-at-Arms like a human shield before him and brought the stunner into play. The three royal guardsmen, shocked by his action and appalled at the idea of opening fire on their prince were soon relieved of their dilemma by being stunned senseless. Then Adam released Duncan but kept his distance.
Im so sorry for this, for acting against your advice, for losing Teela for everything! But you do see why I have to go, dont you? He looked into Duncans face and tried to laugh, but it had a cracked sound to it. Or if you really cant do that, then please just lie to me and tell me that you do!
Duncan looked at the pale and strained face before him, noted the tears glistening amid the long lashes. He was very young, for all his passionate determination. He sighed and shook his head. I dont need to lie, Adam not at all. You see, if you hadnt got the drop on me, then I intended to make use of the He-Man robot we made that time to deceive Skeletor; it would have got me close enough and it would have kept you out of harms way. I could have stunned you before arresting you but somehow, I couldnt quite bring myself to do it. He gave his head a rueful shake. But I do understand why you feel the need to go of course I do. Im not altogether blind, you know and I was young myself, once. He smiled a poor-enough effort, but not without its own form of courage.
I dont know what to say to that admitted Adam, and the tears were falling unchecked now. And I guess that you probably do know best , too and Im really scared right now I am. But it will be all right once Ive Ive
Made the change, finished Duncan for him. I know. He shook his head again. And I cant even tell you to take care, can I? Since that would clearly be ridiculous, under the circumstances. But I will tell you that Im proud of you, say Good Journey and be with you in thought. Adam bowed his head, overwhelmed. Now, come here, lad, and let me embrace you in my turn. He stepped forward, holding out his arms but Adam shook his head and backed off.
Likewise in thought, Duncan but not for real! No; sorry but I know you too well, old friend too well Though he ached for that hug, truth to tell, and his vision was blurred as Duncans arms fell to his side with a shrug.
And I guess you do, too. Oh well it was worth a try; after all, it was me who taught you the elbow-disarm move as you reminded me. Go on, then, Adam make your change and be on your way. I shall check over that sled one last time He winced at his own choice of words but made to the platform and busied himself, ignoring the sound and light display taking place behind him. A huge brown hand touched his shoulder and he looked up and up and smiled wryly. Well, I couldnt stop you now, even if I wanted to, could I?
No; I dont suppose you could, answered the deeper voice of He-Man with a sad smile. But if you were still willing to give me that hug ?
Ill try but I suddenly need much longer arms.
They clasped a long moment, communicating without words. Then He-Man stood Man-at-Arms off, holding his shoulders and looking down at him hard.
Now, dont you come after me understood? They wont play fair unless we do. Man-at-Arms nodded mutely, forbearing to make the obvious point that they wouldnt play fair anyway; they never did. And and here He-Mans voice seemed to tremble one last thing; will you take the Sword of Power and guard it for for whoever comes after me?
No, answered Man-at-Arms stoutly. I cannot do that. But I can and will guard it for you and for no other until you return. He held out his hand and He-Man gently placed the hilt of the precious thing within it, and nodded, speechless.
He mounted into the sled and started her up; the stunned guards were stirring now it was time to be gone. He looked into the eyes of his mentor. Look after them all, Duncan. And I will send her back to you, whatever the price.
Dont send her bring her back yourself, Adam I mean Oh, away with you! And Good Journey.
He stood there, sword in hand, staring out long after the sky-sled was gone on its way.


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