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The Never-Fading

Flora Winters

I do not own Thundercats, and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: Why is Mumm-Ra so evil? What caused him to turn his back to the light and put on the crimson cloak of wickedness? This story will contain boy-love, some language, and violence.

Prologue

Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Who dares to love forever?
When love must die

--Queen

The accursed hour was finally sinking its talons into him. The time of change was wrapping around his decrepit form with razor-wire vines of purest flame. Thorns of radiant light bit into his wicked blue flesh, feasting upon the evil that had saturated his deformed bones.

Eyes the color of blazing red rubies gazed upon the pink star of amber-rose hue. Its brilliance was so vicious, so pure, it was scorching the flesh from his brittle bones.

Mumm-Ra, the Ever-Living, threw back his head and screamed in agony as the malice melted away from him like snow under the sun. The frozen organ which had rotted away within his chest began to glow and beat with life once more.

He grabbed his chest in pain, fell over onto his side in the grass, cringing, crying tears of liquid moonlight. The crimson cloak blew off his naked form, flapping away on the sweet-scented breeze.

“Is someone there?” A concerned voice asked from the brush. It was that blasted Lion-O.

Mumm-Ra looked up with eyes the color of azure skies and smooth skin the color of whitest clouds. His long hair burned across and down his slender shoulders like molten strands of liquid sunlight. It was yellow with shimmering strands of orange bliss.

He stumbled to his shapely feet and began to run as if he were the winds racing across the large dunes in the desert. But, no matter how fast his feet carried him, he couldn’t outrun the pain of all the misery he had created. This was the price he paid for his eternal life in the grip of infinite darkness. Every thousand years, for seven days, he was stripped of all his powers so that he might suffer the agony of all the wicked deeds he had committed with such heartlessness.

He had to get away. Nobody must be allowed to see him like this. He had to hide away from this world. He couldn’t return to the black pyramid. It wouldn’t admit him while he was in this wretched state.

He leapt over a small stream of still water, snagging his foot on a rising root, falling to his knees with a grunt. It made him growl in frustration. That had hurt. Both of his knees had been scraped just a little bit.

He turned to curse the root and froze as he gazed down into the water. It was a little pool and he hissed when he gazed upon his own beautiful reflection. He forced his eyes away from that which had caused him to sell himself to the powers of Evil. He slapped the surface of the water with a snarl. What was beauty? It was completely useless! He didn’t need it! …Not now.

The pain of such frozen emotions hit him right in the chest again. The ice was cracking and the water was flowing once more. It was going to wash him away. He was going to drown once more in complete insanity for seven days.

He cried out as tears flooded down his porcelain smooth cheeks. He didn’t care! The world cared nothing for his sorrows. He would drown it…again! His anger, his pain, and his rage would soon burn it all down to ashes once more.

This world was his to do with as he pleased. He would make the whole planet as he was. His darkness will keep the past and all of his pain in eternal shadow.

He yelled in fury, crawling away from the stream, getting back to his feet. It was the Thundercats fault. They had disturbed his rest. He would teach them for piercing his eternal shroud of night with their hideous light of terrible truth.

“Stop it!” A deep voice yelled from the distant past, causing Mumm-Ra to tremble in horror. “It was not the prince’s fault!”

“NO!” He shrieked, spinning around to defend himself from the painful echo. There was nothing there. He was all alone with his ever-growing madness. Madness was no fun when you have a heart beating in your chest.

It was coming. He could feel the ground rumbling under his snowy feet. The wave of the dead would soon overtake him, deafening him with their screams. He had to get away.

He took off running with the sunlight making his long hair shimmer under the flowering trees. The voices were filling his ears more and more as he ran. He gasped in surprise when a violet unicorn jumped out at him, making him stumble back in shock. He tripped over a log, fell over, smacking the side of his head against a stone.

His vision blurred as he reached for the handsome face before him. It was him. Had he come to take him back home? He hadn’t meant to get lost for so long.

“I love you, my amaranth,” the golden-skinned man smiled with such perfect white teeth. “But, what am I going to do with you, Khnumhotep?”

Tears streamed from his eyes as he whispered his long-dead lover’s name. “…Niankhkhnum…”

He could smell jasmine and the sweeter smell of blood as his eyes closed to the gentle memory of a soft kiss being planted on his rose-red lips.

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Lion-O stopped and scratched the back of his head. He could have sworn he’d heard someone crying. But, why would a person be all the way out here in this forest by themselves?

That question had him rolling his eyes at himself. Why in the world was he out here all by himself, too? Well, it might be because of that strange light he had seen. He had never seen such a beautiful light before. It had been so bright and pure. He’d never seen a pink that pretty in all his life. It had almost felt like it had been calling to him.

He suddenly blushed because he had unconsciously compared the color of the light to the voice of a lover calling out to a beloved. In a weird way, the light felt like it had contained a very depressed sadness.

He shook his head as he hopped across the little spring. It was getting late and he really should start heading back to Cat’s Lair. It was going to be dark pretty soon. He didn’t want to make the others worry about him. Knowing Snarf, he’d call out a search party the minute the sun winked out.

The Lord of the Thundercats stepped through the green bushes with white flowers on them and froze. There looked to be a woman on the ground before him. He had never seen such a beautiful mane of yellow hair before. It was sparkling with golden light and orange hues.

“Hey!” He called out in concern, running to the fallen woman’s side, going down on his knees, checking for a pulse, finding one. “Are you okay?”

He gently rolled the unconscious woman over and just gawked in shock. She was a very beautiful he and he was very much naked indeed. That long hair had been hiding his obvious nudity.

“Are you all right?” He asked, gently shaking the young looking man in his arms. The guy couldn’t be any older than him, if even that old at all. He looked so young. “Can you hear me?”

His amber eyes widened when a twin set of azure skies gently fluttered open like the wings of a butterfly. Wow, those lashes of his were so long. He had never seen skin so white and eyes so magically blue. The man’s beauty was stunning, if a little glacial.

“Were you attacked?” Lion-O asked the confused looking guy. It would obviously explain why he was naked in the middle of the forest. “Are you okay?”

“I…” The young man said. His voice startled Lion-O. It was so soft and melodious. It reminded him of expert fingers plucking the silver strings on a golden harp. “…Who are you?”

Lion-O introduced himself and the blue-eyed beauty slowly got to his feet with his help. It was hard for him to take his eyes off him. He was just that pretty.

“Who?” He tried to ask. He sounded so very lost. “Who am…I?”

Lion-O blinked. “Huh?”

“Who am I?” The mythological beauty asked, looking so very sad. “Where am I?”

Lion-O scratched the back of his head. Well, wasn’t this odd?

“I don’t know who you are,” Lion-O told him. “But, this is Third Earth.”

That was when it hit the young lord. He had been following a pretty light. This young man was naked, lost, confused, and had no idea where he was. Had he been the light that had fallen from the sky?

“Third Earth?” The haunting beauty asked, sounding even more lost than ever.

“You should come with me,” Lion-O told him, letting him lean against him for support, being careful where he looked with his eyes.

“Ouch,” the man said, holding his head, looking to be in pain. “Hurts…”

Lion-O saw the blood on that smaller hand. He looked down, seeing blood on the rock. Now it did make sense. This guy must have fallen from the sky. But, if he had, wouldn’t there be an impact zone somewhere? Had he wondered around, fallen, and knocked himself out? Or was he just a traveler who just so happened to be attacked and left for dead?

“Come on,” Lion-O said, smiling down into his face. “I’ll take you back to Cat’s Lair and we’ll fix you up.”

“Cats…Lair?”

“My home,” Lion-O told him, looking the gash over. It wasn’t life-threatening. “It’s where I live with all my family.”

“Home,” the beauty whispered, looking down at the ground. “Family…”

“You’ll be okay,” Lion-O said, noticing how sweet the young man smelled. What was that floral scent? “I’ll help you.”

“Lion-O,” the young man said, looking up at him with molten blue jewels. “Help me?”

Lion-O nodded. This was so weird. What was this guy? What was he feeling? Was this normal? He didn’t know. But, he did know one thing. He found this guy to be very attractive.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.
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