I guess to some people I have it all. Like my mother, I
am a princess. I was Princess of Eternia like she is until I
married Prince Micah of Etheria. I have five beautiful children,
and two of the girls are identical twins. My children's heritage
comes from three different planets--Earth, Eternia, and Etheria.
Maybe I should start at the beginning, to when my maternal
grandmother was an astronaut from Earth.
Right around that time the Horde War started. The Horde
attempted to conquer Eternia. Lives were lost during that battle,
notably that of the Sorceress' husband, my aunt Teela's father.
Lives were also shattered, as Hordak, leader of this attack, abducted
my mother and took her to Etheria as revenge for being defeated
by my grandfather.
Mother grew up on Etheria under spells of control. A really
nice woman, Shakra, was her nursemaid. Better her than Shadow
Weaver, I always thought. Years later my uncle Adam was sent to
find her, not even knowing that he had a sister. It turns out that the
Horde had lied to her and told her that the Horde was good, and they
hid all sorts of things from her, the jerks (a word Grandmother taught
I can't imagine how Mother felt, a Horde force captain one minute,
a princess the next--and the fact that she had a destiny as She-Ra,
like Uncle Adam was meant to be He-Man. See, they have these
magic swords that transform them, and I love riding on Swift Wind
with Mother when she's She-Ra. Anyway, I digress. My mother's
life had been turned around drastically, but she's one to roll with
the punches, as I've found out.
Not long after my mother became leader of the Rebellion on
Etheria, she met a pirate captain--my father, Sea Hawk. A few years
later they were married.
Just over a year after they were married, my father was believed to
have been killed during the final battle to free Etheria. My mother didn't
know it yet but she was pregnant with me at the time. So she went
home to Eternia a widow.
I'm told that I was nearly born in Snake Mountain, of all places. The
Horde wasn't done with my family yet, and Horde Prime sent Hordak and
his bunch to Eternia, to ally with Hordak's erstwhile pupil Skeletor.
Hordak and his lackeys came to Eternia the day I was born, kidnapping
my mother while she was in labor. I tell you, they have absolutely no
conscience whatsoever. Fortunately, my uncle was able to rescue
my mother, and I was born in the Palace of Eternia.
Mother, while protective of me, was about to go over the deep end.
Soon after I was born my paternal grandfather, the Falcon, died, but
not before he got to see me. That, along with the idea that I would
grow up without a father, was too much for Mother. Naturally, the
Horde tried to take advantage of that by invading her dreams and
making her want to kill the man responsible for my father's death.
They knew that if she killed, she would have to give up her power as
She-Ra. Maybe they weren't as stupid as they let on, but maybe
they were. Admiral Scurvy, who was supposed to have killed my
father, had killed himself, so my mother, wanting someone to vent
her anger on, went to Snake Mountain and would have started a
murderous rampage had my uncle not intervened. He managed to
convince her that it wasn't worth it.
Right after that I nearly died of pneumonia. I don't know what
my mother would have done if I'd died. She always kept me close
by. I slept in her room, in the cradle she herself had slept in when
she was a baby.
On my first birthday, however, my mother found that my father
was alive. Someone had pretended to be him and was killed doing
so. My father had had amnesia and had just regained his memory.
My parents wasted no time in providing me with a younger brother,
Julian, and the year after Julian was born, a sister named Tamara.
My uncle Adam married Teela, and when I was a year old my
cousin James was born, and five years after that they had a daughter
So that's my background.
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My Name is Annabelle
by Alexandra Spears
My grandmother, the late Queen Marlena of Eternia, once told me that my name combines two names, Anna and Belle, meaning "graceful" and "beautiful," respectively. And people have told me that it fits.
Lieutenant Marlena Glenn, as I have mentioned, was on a space mission for NASA, as the Earth organization is called. Grandmother once told me what the letters stood for, but I think I forgot. Something to do with aeronautics. Anyway, she crash- landed on Eternia, and my grandfather King Randor and his friend Duncan, called Man-at-Arms, found her. Soon after they married, and had twins--my mother, Princess Adora, and her brother, my uncle, Prince Adam.
I guess to some people I have it all. Like my mother, I am a princess. I was Princess of Eternia like she is until I married Prince Micah of Etheria. I have five beautiful children, and two of the girls are identical twins. My children's heritage comes from three different planets--Earth, Eternia, and Etheria.
Maybe I should start at the beginning, to when my maternal grandmother was an astronaut from Earth.
Right around that time the Horde War started. The Horde attempted to conquer Eternia. Lives were lost during that battle, notably that of the Sorceress' husband, my aunt Teela's father. Lives were also shattered, as Hordak, leader of this attack, abducted my mother and took her to Etheria as revenge for being defeated by my grandfather.
Mother grew up on Etheria under spells of control. A really nice woman, Shakra, was her nursemaid. Better her than Shadow Weaver, I always thought. Years later my uncle Adam was sent to find her, not even knowing that he had a sister. It turns out that the Horde had lied to her and told her that the Horde was good, and they hid all sorts of things from her, the jerks (a word Grandmother taught me).
I can't imagine how Mother felt, a Horde force captain one minute, a princess the next--and the fact that she had a destiny as She-Ra, like Uncle Adam was meant to be He-Man. See, they have these magic swords that transform them, and I love riding on Swift Wind with Mother when she's She-Ra. Anyway, I digress. My mother's life had been turned around drastically, but she's one to roll with the punches, as I've found out.
Not long after my mother became leader of the Rebellion on Etheria, she met a pirate captain--my father, Sea Hawk. A few years later they were married.
Just over a year after they were married, my father was believed to have been killed during the final battle to free Etheria. My mother didn't know it yet but she was pregnant with me at the time. So she went home to Eternia a widow.
I'm told that I was nearly born in Snake Mountain, of all places. The Horde wasn't done with my family yet, and Horde Prime sent Hordak and his bunch to Eternia, to ally with Hordak's erstwhile pupil Skeletor. Hordak and his lackeys came to Eternia the day I was born, kidnapping my mother while she was in labor. I tell you, they have absolutely no conscience whatsoever. Fortunately, my uncle was able to rescue my mother, and I was born in the Palace of Eternia.
Mother, while protective of me, was about to go over the deep end. Soon after I was born my paternal grandfather, the Falcon, died, but not before he got to see me. That, along with the idea that I would grow up without a father, was too much for Mother. Naturally, the Horde tried to take advantage of that by invading her dreams and making her want to kill the man responsible for my father's death. They knew that if she killed, she would have to give up her power as She-Ra. Maybe they weren't as stupid as they let on, but maybe they were. Admiral Scurvy, who was supposed to have killed my father, had killed himself, so my mother, wanting someone to vent her anger on, went to Snake Mountain and would have started a murderous rampage had my uncle not intervened. He managed to convince her that it wasn't worth it.
Right after that I nearly died of pneumonia. I don't know what my mother would have done if I'd died. She always kept me close by. I slept in her room, in the cradle she herself had slept in when she was a baby.
On my first birthday, however, my mother found that my father was alive. Someone had pretended to be him and was killed doing so. My father had had amnesia and had just regained his memory. My parents wasted no time in providing me with a younger brother, Julian, and the year after Julian was born, a sister named Tamara.
My uncle Adam married Teela, and when I was a year old my cousin James was born, and five years after that they had a daughter named Jessalyn.
So that's my background.
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Chapter 2--Early Years
I enjoy walking through the Hall of Kings, looking at pictures of my relatives and ancestors. There's a picture I especially like, one of me at two years old, being held by my parents. I'm an adorable little toddler in that picture, with my red-gold hair that curls at the bottom just like my mother's does, and my eyes are the same shade of blue as my mother's. I guess Nature couldn't decide whether I'd be a blonde like my mother or a redhead like my father, so I got some of each.
There's also one of those multigenerational pictures up.
This one has my great-grandfather, King Miro, at top and center.
Standing in front of him are my maternal grandparents King Randor
and Queen Marlena. In front of them, from left to right, are Aunt
Teela, Uncle Adam, Mother, and Father. I'll always marvel at how
much my mother and uncle look alike. Anyway, we five children
are in front. My cousins James and Jessalyn are in front of their
parents, with me, Julian, and Tamara in front of ours.
It's a good thing photography exists on Eternia. I mean, I
was eight years old at that time. My brother was six, my sister
five, and my cousins James and Jessalyn seven and two,
respectively. A painter would have a nice time with five small
children! Especially since Jessalyn was always temperamental
like her mother. Not to mention she has the same red hair.
Back to the first picture I mentioned. I believe my earliest
memories were at two; I remember the picture being done. My
mother was pregnant with my brother at that time, and I can
vaguely remember asking when that baby was coming out, because I
wanted to see it.
It's also the age where I first predicted my grandparents' deaths.
I'd had that dream on and off for close to a decade. As I grew older I
understood the dream better. You see, I am one of the most powerful
sorceresses on Etheria. When I was a child the Sorceress worked
with me, and now that she's gone, Queen Castaspella of Mystacor
has been tutoring me, because according to her I'm not up to my full
potential yet. Still, I can do lots of things. I'm telekinetic for starters,
and I can find things, which comes in handy with five children losing
their toys; I sure hope at least one of them inherits this ability. I have
visions of the future, as I've already mentioned. I oftentimes wonder
if my powers have anything to do with my mother also being She-Ra.
My brother, for example, has super-strength, as does my cousin
James (his father is also He-Man). My sister has healing powers--and
so does She-Ra. My little cousin Jessalyn is a third-generation
sorceress; her maternal grandmother was the Sorceress, and that
mantle had been passed to her mother Teela.
I digress. I remember that dream because I was screaming
bloody murder and my mother thought Hordak must be doing something
to me. Next thing I knew she was holding me and rocking me back
and forth, while my father tried to get me to talk. My aunt and uncle
had also rushed into the room.
My mother also tells me that I first showed signs of telekinesis
when I was two. It was my grandmother who witnessed that event.
According to Grandmother, my cousin James wanted to see one of
my toys and I let him--I made the toy sail through midair into his
waiting hands. I barely remember that, though. Of course, it impresses
people that I remember anything at all from so early in my existence.
Sometimes I blame myself for my grandparents' deaths. After
all, I was the one who dreamed about it. I still have nightmares about
it, about when the Horde invaded en masse and caused total chaos.
My father tells me that it was future events that caused my precognitive
dreams, not the other way around. I'd heard him and my mother talking
about me late at night when I sneaked down the hall for a glass of water,
on numerous occasions. I would pause by their bedroom door and listen
to them worry about me.
When I was three, Horde Prime recalled his flunkies back to
Horde World. Skeletor was dead; Hordak had killed him. Still,
Hordak was dangerous, and he would do anything to get revenge
on my mother. My life from ages three to twelve was pretty uneventful.
My siblings and I had the usual squabbles, which I usually won because
of my magic. I had tutoring sessions with the Sorceress, James and
Jessalyn's maternal grandmother. Our parents would take us to Etheria
to visit with Mother's dear friends, Bow and Glimmer, who were then
Prince and Princess of Bright Moon, Etheria's ruling kingdom. I was
close friends with their son, my husband-to-be Prince Micah, who was
only a month older than I. Back then Glimmer's parents, King Micah
and Queen Angella, ruled Etheria.
We children also met Shakra, the woman who raised my mother.
She was like a grandmother to us. She's in her seventies now, but
she enjoys looking after my five children, Adora's grandchildren. In
fact, my husband Micah and I took her on as a nanny. Sometimes
we have to go to diplomatic functions with Micah's parents, and
Shakra baby-sits my five children. She often says that I remind her
of Adora, my mother.
It's hard to believe that my mother is a grandmother. She still
looks so young. I think her powers are responsible. Of course, I was
married at sixteen and had my first child at seventeen.
While events in my life between ages three and twelve were less
than exciting, my life from age twelve to age sixteen was turbulent,
and that's what I want to talk about. My uncle's a great advocate of
saying what and how you feel. He had to convince my mother of that,
as when she was growing up, her opinion didn't really count; in fact,
it could lead to another mind-control spell being placed on her.
So here it is.
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Chapter 3--Almost a Teen
It was spring, and with spring came my twelfth birthday.
"One more year and you'll be a teenager," my mother told me
at my birthday party. She could almost pass for a teen, well,
actually someone in her twenties, herself, even at thirty-seven.
It seemed like everyone on two worlds was there, everyone
from my great-grandfather to my grandparents, cousins, and other
relatives. My special friend from Etheria, Prince Micah, was also
there, with all of his relatives, all of whom were good friends of my
mother's, back from when the Rebellion fought for freedom for
Everyone would be having birthdays throughout the spring and
summer. My younger brother Julian would be ten next month, and
my younger sister Tamara was going on nine. Cousin James would
be eleven soon and the baby of the family, James' sister Jessalyn,
would be six. With my siblings' and cousins' birthdays, along with
that of my mother and her twin brother (who'd just had theirs a few
months ago), and my grandparents and everyone, we always seemed
to be having parties. Just last month my family and I had been invited
to Micah's twelfth birthday party on Etheria.
Twelve seemed to be that gateway between childhood and
womanhood, but my mother said that the gateway was wider than
that. I was beginning my journey through adolescence. For some
reason I was constantly tripping over everything, something my father
was scratching his head about, since normally I was very graceful.
"Give it time, Hawk," my mother kept telling him. "It's normal for girls
Annabelle's age to go through that."
"What else do you girls go through, Adora?" my father once asked
her, looking and sounding amused.
"Let's see...," my mother had said, grinning, as she began ticking
items off on her fingers. I think she was making up some of those
things just to tease him.
My party was in the form of a royal ball. My grandparents enjoyed
throwing balls to mark the birthdays of us children and our parents.
The Horde hadn't been bothering us the past nine years, and believe
me, we were enjoying it.
I was truly the belle of the ball, as Grandmother would say. My
red-gold hair fell down to my waist, and it curled at the ends. I wore a
blue dress the same shade as my eyes. My bangs curled over my
forehead, and above them sat a tiara. I was a princess, and tonight I
looked like one.
I was also looking grown-up, I thought as I quickly glanced down
at my chest. Yes, I was definitely filling out there. Girls that age are
constantly preoccupied with that, so bear with me. Even girls like me
who had magical powers.
Orko, a Trollan who resided in the Palace, held out a blue hand.
"May I have this dance?" he asked.
I giggled. Orko looked like not much more than a floating red
shirt. Yellow eyes peered out over a purple scarf, and blue ears
protruded through the brim of his pointed hat. But he was a lot of
fun, and I couldn't count the number of times we got into trouble
together. "Sure," I said.
After the dance, I was asked by Micah. Rumor had it at that
time that one day we would marry. With my precognitive powers, I
knew it to be true, though I didn't tell him that, not wanting to tempt fate.
Next I danced with my father, and after that my grandfather. As I
danced with my mother's father, I had one of those flashes that I usually
got. A message appeared in my mind saying that this would be the
last ball I would have for my birthday for quite a while.
I almost gasped but I managed to stifle it. I pulled my mind back
to the present, telling it to enjoy this while it could.
Later on it was time for me to blow out the candles on my birthday
cake. According to some Earth legend, however many candles are
left lit after you try to blow them out indicates how many years it will
take for your wish to come true.
Chef Allen, who had been a loyal servant to my grandparents for
many years, had baked me a huge birthday cake. I smiled as I noticed
Uncle Adam's cowardly tiger Cringer eyeing the cake. The cake had
purple icing, and I knew the cake itself would be pink. I loved pink
Micah had inherited his mother's magical powers and then some,
and he surprised me by waving his hand, lighting all twelve candles at
once. I beamed at him. "Great, Micah!" his father, Bow, said
I sat there and blushed prettily as countless voices began singing
"Happy Birthday Annabelle" in perfect unison. I had to keep my mind
from wandering into the future.
"Okay, Annabelle, let's see how many you can blow out," my
father said, laying a hand on my shoulder.
I took a deep breath and blew as hard as I could. Eight of them
went out; four remained lit. Four years until Micah and I would be
married! I thought, as that was my wish.
I blew out the four remaining candles.
I spent the next day in my room, admiring all the presents I'd
received for my birthday. My brother, sister, and cousins got a little
something too, so they wouldn't feel left out.
I was happily leafing through a magic book that Castaspella had
given me when Julian burst in without knocking, as usual. I was going
to have to demand more privacy, I thought as I looked up. "Julian...," I
said, my voice hinting that he should have knocked first.
"Wow, Annie, no wonder you're holed up in here," he breathed. I
really wished that he'd quit calling me Annie. No one called my mother
Dorrie or something stupid like that. "You going to write your usual
"I'm going to sign them," I said, as with a wave of my hand a stack
of notes appeared. I'd always felt it polite to write thank-you notes for
gifts you've received. Even as a small girl I'd done that. "So what do
you want that's so important that you have to just waltz on in here
"Oops...," he said.
"Don't worry about it. Just remember next time."
"Mom said don't forget about your tutoring session with the
Sorceress. She's going to fly you there on Swift Wind."
"Whoa...thanks for reminding me!" I was still wearing my nightgown.
"I have to get dressed--which means that you have to scram!"
"Okay, okay, I'm going," he said. "Tammy and me are going
swimming in the river while you have to study!" I heard his laugh all
the way down the corridor.
I poked my head out the door. "Well, I'm the special one!" I shouted
at his retreating figure. Children. Honestly. He'd be lucky if he saw his
twelfth birthday at this rate.
"Hey, what's all this?" asked a familiar voice.
Looking down the hall in the other direction, I saw Uncle Adam
approaching. "Julian's being a pain," I said.
"He's being a boy," Uncle Adam laughed.
"He's lucky I don't turn him into something," I grumbled. Normally I
didn't get this annoyed. Tamara always wanted to know how I could be
happy one minute, angry the next.
Uncle Adam seemed to recognize what I was going through. He
and my mother hadn't grown up together, but he'd grown up with Aunt
Teela. He gave me a hug and kissed my forehead. "Don't let it get to
you. Just forget about it and get dressed, so your mother can take you
to Castle Grayskull."
I could never get angry with my uncle. "Okay, Uncle Adam."
I retreated back into my room. With a wave of my hands everything
was put away neatly. I was luckier than most girls. I didn't have to work
at keeping my room neat. It saved my mother from yelling at another
kid to get their room straightened--mostly Julian. Put simply, he's a
As my bathtub filled up I undressed and scrutinized myself in the
full-length mirror on my bathroom door. My hips were starting to widen
a little and my breasts, while still small, were developed enough to tell
that there was actually something there. I was thin but not too skinny.
Right now I was nearly as tall as my mother.
As soon as there was enough water I sank into the tub. Disturbing
images appeared in my mind a lot, and I consciously tried to relax, to
chase them away. There are some things that even magic can't do.
After relaxing a bit I washed myself and washed my hair. I
summoned a mental image of my wardrobe as I dried myself off.
Seeing the clothes I wanted, I snapped my fingers, knowing that they'd
be lying on my bed.
As soon as I'd finished dressing, there was a knock at my door.
"Come in, Mother," I called.
My mother stood there, in her identity as She-Ra. Some kids
thought it was pretty neat, that I was She-Ra's daughter. "Ready to
go?" she asked.
I nodded, and we went towards the stables, where Swift Wind
was waiting. Moments later, as I rode behind my mother, my arms
around her waist, I looked over Eternia's landscape. I saw not the
beauty of it, but the destruction that was to come.
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Chapter 4--Growing Up Too Fast
Throughout that summer I was twelve I kept having terrible dreams.
The worst one came the morning I had my first period. Usually a
preteen looks forward to such an event, but this more or less traumatized
That morning I woke up, screaming, from the most horrible nightmare,
the one that had been haunting me on and off since the age of two.
There was a dull pain in my belly and when I looked down at myself I
saw that I was bleeding. I don't know why I screamed; I guess I was
still half-asleep and thought I'd been injured in my dream.
My screams brought my parents running, as well as my grandmother.
I wasn't quite sure what was going on. I only knew that I was frightened
as anything and I kept crying and screaming. My grandparents knew
nothing about the dream that predicted their deaths; it would do no good
to tell them.
My father was even more convinced that the dreams were just
nightmares brought on by the onset of puberty. I think he was afraid
that I might have dreamed something about him and this was his way
of dismissing the whole thing. Don't get me wrong, my father was
understanding, but there were things he couldn't or wouldn't understand.
Finally my mother managed to get me cleaned up. With a shaky
hand I used my magic to erase the stain from my bed. If only it were
possible to erase the future I kept dreaming about. My father was
sitting in a chair that was in my room, and I crawled onto his lap and he
held me close while my mother and grandmother began talking.
"Adora, what's wrong with Annabelle?" I heard Grandmother ask
"I'm not sure myself. She keeps having terrible dreams. A lot of
them she can't remember, maybe vaguely. Remember, she can dream
about the future." Mother stopped there, not wanting to say anymore.
I could tell that it hurt her to think about it.
Daddy just held me on his lap, stroking my hair and telling me
everything would be all right. But everything would not be all right. I
"What happened?" Mother asked me after a few minutes had
passed. "I'd told you about this kind of thing--I thought you knew what
was happening to you."
I shook my head. "I-I did know--but that nightmare, then waking
up like that--I don't know...."
"As we would have said on Earth, she just got freaked out," my
grandmother put in. "She probably thought it was part of her dream."
"Hawk, would you please make sure Julian and Tamara are up?" my
mother asked kindly. She knew that he was uncomfortable talking about
the subject, and it gave him an excuse not to discuss it.
"Sure," Daddy said. I got off his lap. He stood up, kissed my mother
on the lips, then left the room to wake my brother and sister. He tousled
my hair on the way out, giving me a quick but reassuring smile.
"I'll leave you alone with her," my grandmother said as she followed
my father out of my room.
Mother sat down on my bed, and I sat down next to her. She
looked really worried as she put an arm around me. "I wish I never had
these powers," I said after a long while.
"No, you wish you didn't have the ability to see into the future," my
mother corrected. "I think I know how you feel. You can see the future
but you can't do anything about it."
I crawled back under the blankets. "I don't feel well," I moaned.
"Pain?" she asked.
Mother left the room and not long afterward came back with a heating
pad. "This should help," she said.
"Don't you get pain when you go through this?" I asked. I'd never
seen my mother complaining about pain.
"I used to...but after you were born it didn't hurt. That happens
I managed a weak smile. "Maybe I should hurry up and have a baby
of my own...just to get rid of this."
Mother merely laughed. "First of all, it hurts worse to give birth.
Secondly, there's no guarantee."
"If we have to go through all this, why are girls called the weaker
sex?" I muttered.
"I'll let you know if I ever find out," Mother teased. She adjusted
my blankets. "I'll let you sleep. I'll be back in later to check on you."
She kissed my cheek and smoothed my hair. She lingered for a while
before leaving the room.
The heating pad was working. The pain was easing up. Before long
I realized that if I took the pad away the pain would come back, so I left
I closed my eyes and managed to fall back asleep.
For the next couple of months the dreams came relentlessly. I
was getting to be as jumpy as Cringer. My eyes constantly had circles
under them from lack of sleep and my parents and my other relatives
were getting worried.
I couldn't sleep because I'd always be awakened by those nightmares.
Not even Man-at-Arms' inventions could help. There was nothing anyone
could do. Not even the Sorceress, whom we'd just found out was Aunt
Teela's real mother. My mother came in from time to time and lay down
beside me in my bed, and that helped a little. I'd always felt safe when
my mother held me.
My powers were a blessing and a curse. I got the lion's share of
powers. My brother had only super-strength; my sister only her healing
power. I could do just about anything with my powers except get rid of
these dreams. The dreams hadn't bothered me that much the past ten
years, but now they were back with a vengeance.
I preferred to lie huddled in bed much of the time and my mother
and aunt got after me every so often to bathe and wash my hair, since I
didn't feel like doing that. My brother and sister knew to steer clear,
since I was in a perpetual bad mood from being so tired all the time
and worrying when my prophecies would come to pass. That was
another thing--I knew events would happen but I didn't often know when
they would happen. I only got a general idea.
One morning my mother woke me up. "Annabelle, it's time you got
out of bed and got outside for once," she said firmly. "Look, I know that
you don't feel like it, but it's not good for you to stay in here day in day out.
I'm worried, your father's worried, everyone is worried."
"I get the picture," I muttered as I rolled over and saw my mother
standing near my bed.
"It's a beautiful day outside," Mother added. "It's time you enjoyed it,
before winter comes. I know that something bad is going to happen,
but worrying about it is not going to change what's to be. Enjoy life while
"Mother, it's your parents that are going to die," I blurted.
Her expression darkened. She would have slapped me, except
she'd never struck me or Julian or Tamara in our lives and she wasn't
going to start now. "Don't you think I know that?" she said. "I'm well
aware of that. In fact, this has made me appreciate them more. Each
night before I go to bed I make sure to hug them and tell them I love
"I'm sorry I'm such a burden!" I snapped, sitting up. I felt like picking
a fight and Mother happened to be the person standing there. "I'm sorry
I have these dreams! I'm sorry that because of me, you're wondering
how Grandma and Grandpa are going to die!"
Mother just stood there and listened. I could tell that she was a
bit angry with me, but she was very good at keeping her temper in
check. She sat down on my bed. "Annabelle, I came to the conclusion
long ago that whether you'd dreamed about it or not, it's going to happen.
Who knows--I might have thought that my parents would live forever
and I would have taken them for granted."
That's my mother the optimist. "I'm sorry I yelled at you," I said,
leaning over and putting my arms around her.
"Apology accepted," she said, hugging me back. I had such a
great mother. "Now please get dressed and come outside with the
rest of us."
A while later I was sitting with my parents, working with my
sister's long red hair. She had our father's hair and our mother's
eyes. Julian was the opposite; he had our mother's blond hair and
our father's green eyes. Right now he was trying to get Cringer to
play with him.
Uncle Adam and Aunt Teela had taken their children for a ride in
a Wind Raider, something they thoroughly enjoyed. I could see the
vehicle sailing through the air. My cousin Jessalyn's red hair streamed
out behind her. From a distance I could tell how much my cousin
James and my uncle Adam looked alike, with their blond hair. Both
my cousins had blue eyes; both their parents were blue-eyed. I was
sure that those eyes were sparkling with excitement, while mine looked
As I braided Tamara's hair, I watched as Cringer ran from Julian.
Now Julian and Orko were engaged in a game of tag.
Finally I was finished with my sister's hair, which went down to her
waist. "I'm tired, Tammy," I said.
"Okay. I'm going to go play tag with Julian," she informed me as she
got up and ran off to join Julian and Orko.
I laid my head on my father's lap and before long I was asleep. Half
of me didn't want to sleep because of the nightmares, while the other
half was just crying out for sleep; the latter half was the half that won out.
Someone was carrying me somewhere. When I opened my eyes,
Daddy was laying me down on my bed. He was taking off my shoes.
"Daddy, why are you putting me to bed?" I asked.
"You need a nap. You haven't been sleeping well," he replied.
I immediately sat up. "No!" I protested. "I don't want to sleep!
I'll only have those dreams again! I wish I never had these powers!"
My father sat down on the edge of the bed, clearly wondering what
to do about me. Before either of us could say anything else, we heard
loud explosions. That was it. It was happening, and it was happening
"The Horde is attacking!" I shrieked. "Just like in my dreams!"
My father grabbed me and held me just as the room started to
cave in. I held my hand out and managed to generate a protective
shield to guard me and my father.
After what seemed to be an eternity the walls stopped collapsing.
I was panting in fear. We were in no more immediate danger, so I
removed the shield. "I know where Grandma and Grandpa are," I
informed my father tonelessly. "And Great-Grandpa."
"Where?" my father asked gently.
Hand in hand, we began picking our way through the wreckage.
My telekinetic powers came in handy. Pieces of debris and rubble
flew out of the way at my mental command. I could sense how
apprehensive my father was as we made our way to what remained
of the throne room.
We entered the devastation that used to be the throne room.
"They're here," I whispered. "Just like in my dream."
My father started digging and I helped by using my powers. There,
in front of the dais, locked in an embrace, were my beloved grandparents,
King Randor and Queen Marlena. "No...," my father moaned.
I could understand how he felt. They were like parents to him.
I started to cry.
After a long while, my mother found us. She was in her She-Ra
identity. "What's happened?" she asked, in a tone that suggested that
she didn't want to know.
My father touched her cheek. "Your parents are dead," he said quietly.
Mother knelt beside her parents and touched them. Her hands gave
off a pink glow as she attempted to use her healing power. But she could
only heal the injured; she could not resurrect the dead.
Mother was silent for a while. I could almost sense the anger and hurt
building up inside her. I was shocked when she finally let out a scream of
rage then hurried away from the scene without another word.
Daddy's words pulled me out of my shock. "Come on, Annabelle.
Your mother may do something foolish. We have to go after her."
I knew what he was talking about. Shortly after I was born, Mother
had nearly gone insane. She'd had to deal with losses. Daddy was afraid
she would go off the deep end again.
I teleported my father and myself from the horrific scene to a place
outside the Palace. We saw my mother and ran to her.
"She-Ra, you're not going to try to...um...kill anyone, are you?"
Mother shook her head, obviously knowing what he was referring to.
"No. I can take it out on those troopers that are coming toward us."
The battle raged for hours on end. My mother, on Swift Wind, was
teamed up with Stratos, one of the bird people from Avion. My father
and I fought on the ground. Daddy used the magical weapons his
father, my paternal grandfather the Falcon, had given him. I used my
My uncle, as He-Man, was fighting elsewhere on the Palace
grounds, and he reluctantly let my cousins fight with him, as they
had nowhere safe to go and would be useful with their powers; James
had super-strength and Jessalyn had her magic.
After the battle, Uncle Adam was given the news that his parents
had died. He and Mother, along with Man-at-Arms, removed my
grandparents' bodies from the rubble and covered them with sheets.
"Where's Great-Grandpa?" my brother wanted to know.
"I-I don't know," Mother admitted. I could tell that she was worried
about her grandfather. I knew that he was safe, but right now there were
more pressing matters at hand.
"I'm now King of Eternia," Uncle Adam said in disbelief. "And since
the Palace is destroyed, we will have to move to Castle Grayskull, where
we will be safest."
I looked at the ruins of my home. I had been born and raised there.
All my belongings were gone, but it didn't matter. What did matter was
that my grandparents were gone.
I would be able to sleep peacefully, but it just wasn't worth it.
"Let's go to Grayskull," said one of the guards. A vast majority
of the guards had survived thanks to my sister's healing power.
My mother put her arm around my shoulders as we journeyed to
Castle Grayskull, leaving behind my home. I was surprised I didn't turn
into a pillar of salt like that one woman in a story Grandmother had told
me, the way I kept looking back.
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