We Have the Power!
Copyright© 2026 by Carlos Santiago
Chapter 18: I Have the Power Redux
“In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive.”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore. Originally published in Japanese as 海辺のカフカ (Umibe no Kafuka) by Shinchosha in 2002. English translation by Philip Gabriel. Published by Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 2005. Original Japanese text Copyright © 2002 by Haruki Murakami. English translation Copyright © 2005 by Philip Gabriel. All rights reserved.
“ ... I have... The Power,” He-Man roared.
The explosion that exuded from Adam was a cacophony of light and color with such a force that everyone was thrown back.
Skeletor flew so far that he struck on of the crystals.
However, one person was made safe from the blast.
Lyn was not pushed back as the bleeding boy was turned back into the half-naked man in fur, leather, and metal. Quite the opposite was occurring as she felt she was being drawn in, pulled by some magnetic force that would not let her go.
What she did not realize was that Adam had pointed the sword at her. A dazzling glow had encompassed her. Her hair, which had been short and white, had lengthened and darkened. Her outfit had only moments ago just been black with the white skeleton armor over her bust, yet as the luminosity caressed her form, colors of purple, gold, amethyst, and silver came to bear all along her body.
Her staff was the only piece of her armament that was left untouched, save for her eyes. They never looked away from her princely hero.
She did not notice nor care about he alterations to herself nor to her champion. Grayskull and Sorceress had He-Man, but Adam was hers, completely.
As she walked toward him, no one and nothing mattered.
His unarmed hand found hers, and her other, wrapped around his neck, and before the heroes and villains of Eternia, Evelyn and Adam shared a kiss.
Oh ... What simplicity. For all of her craving of power and importance, Lyn realized that none of her ambitions mattered.
She was more herself in the moment she loved him, and her affections were returned. In Adam, she had someone who understood her, and more, he accepted her.
“I...” she hesitated.
Her eyes found his, and she was desperate for the man who held her. She did not need Eternia’s great warrior, nor the prince who would be its king. She needed the man she had gone on small adventures with. She required his adoring attachment. All of the selfishness and wickedness that had brought her to be Skeletor’s lieutenant was not gone from her, but rather, those feelings were overshadowed by what she felt, yet as she was inches from him, she pleaded with whatever greater powers existed that he might feel even a fraction for her that she felt for him.
Thankfully ... her hero spoke.
“I love you, too, Lyn,” Adam, not He-Man, said.
The two kissed once more, and the power settled.
“ ... No...” Skeletor breathed. “No!”
His exclamation did nothing for what he saw. Randor had stolen Keldor’s throne. His son had stolen the power from beneath Skeletor’s nose. But somehow, this champion also stole the woman that was meant to serve Skeletor.
This left Skeletor with nothing, and he would not allow this.
“Evil Warriors... get them!” Skeletor shouted.
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