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The Red Sun Touched
Scenario:In the 2002 version of “He-Man and the Masters of the Universe”, the 17-year-old blue eyed blonde Prince Adam learns that he is one of the forbidden Red-Sun Touched and runs away on his 17th birthday. He arrives at headmistress Seraphim’s Academy and stays there for two years. He meets his look-alike cousin Damian, the redhead fire-sorcerer Alexander, Seraphim’s silver haired daughter Emily, his twin sister Adora, Mekaneck’s look-alike son Philip, and the blue eyed water-seer with dreadlocks called Tora. Two years later, Adam learns that his father, King Randor, died of a heart disease. He brought his classmates and reunites with his mother Marlena. After the reunion, Adam takes the throne and becomes king. After his coronation, he falls for the 19-year-old snow haired purple eyed Princess Amythesia and marries her, bringing freedom to the Red-Sun Touched. In the epilogue, they have a son who has Adam’s looks by the name Daniel.
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Prince Adam
male. He is the prince of Eternia and a RedSun Touched. He is brave,compassionate,and determined. At seventeen,he discovers his destiny as a RedSun Touched and flees to Seraphim's Academy. There,he meets friends and allies who help him navigate his journey. After his father's death,he returns home to claim the throne and marry Princess Amythesia,bringing freedom to the RedSun Touched.
Alexander
male. He is a firesorcerer student at Seraphim's Academy with red hair. He is fierytempered but fiercely loyal to Prince Adam during their time together at the academy.
Damian
male. He is Prince Adam's cousin and lookalike at Seraphim's Academy. He is loyal,friendly,and adventurous. Damian becomes one of Adam's closest friends at the academy and accompanies him on his journey back to Eternia after King Randor's death.
I'm Prince Adam, the blue eyed blonde son of King Randor of Eternia Kingdom.
On my 17th birthday, I learned that I was one of the forbidden Red-Sun Touched and I ran away.
On my 17th birthday, while I was at the mirror, I suddenly felt myself being hotter and hotter.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and my eyes widened in shock when I saw two round marks on my shoulders.
I screamed in horror and dropped my golden sword to the ground.
I wasn't myself anymore.
I'm a Red-Sun Touched!
Yuck!
The forbidden!
I have to run away before I get caught by the Eternian soldiers and get punished in the dark cell until I die without anyone even knowing where I get punished.
I grabbed my golden sword and ran away from the palace.
When I got out of the palace, I saw my father King Randor suddenly appear in front of me.
He looked worried about me.
"Where are you going to, son?" he asked me.
"To escape from Eternia because I'm a Red-Sun Touched," I answered him with tears rolling down my cheeks.
"I learned that you're one, son," he said with his eyes wide open in shock.
"How?""I don't know."
"Did you run away from the palace because you're one?" he asked again with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Yes," I answered him with my voice cracking.
My legs trembled and I felt myself sinking to my knees.
I felt the weight of my confession bearing down on me.
Father's expression softened slightly, but his hand remained on the hilt of his sword.
"Please, Father," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I didn't choose this."
Tears blurred my vision as I reached toward him, showing him my marked shoulders.
The courtyard torches cast dancing shadows across his face as he processed my words.
The sound of a guard's footsteps echoed in the distance, growing closer.
Father glanced toward the sound, then back at me, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword, though he hadn't yet drawn it.
My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Suddenly, his g#p on the s##d loosened, and he looked at the approaching t####t.
He grabbed my a#m and pulled me into the s###s behind a s##e c##n.
The guards marched past our hiding spot, their boots echoing off the marble floor.
Father's eyes darted between my face and my m##d shoulders.
His expression shifted from fear to determination.
He reached into his cloak and pulled out a small pouch of g#d coins, pressing it into my t####g hands.
"In the morning, go to Seraphim's Academy," he said in a hushed tone.
"It's a sanctuary for people like you."
I nodded, my eyes wide with f#r and g####e.
He squeezed my arm and pushed me toward the s###s.
"May the gods protect you," he whispered.
I left Eternia Kingdom at dawn.
I walked to Seraphim's Academy in a hurry, not wanting to be caught by the soldiers.
I kept looking over my shoulder, fearing that I was being pursued.
When I got to Seraphim's Academy, I met Headmistress Seraphim.
She welcomed me warmly.
She introduced me to my cousin Damian, who looked almost like me, but he had dark hair.
Damian greeted me cautiously and asked me why I came to Seraphim's Academy.
I showed him the marks on my s####s and told him about my s####n.
Damian's eyes widened in recognition as he looked at my marked shoulders.
He nodded slowly, understanding why I ran away from home. Damian led me to my room and I unpacked my few belongings.
Damian sat on the bed and asked me if I wanted to know the secret passages in Seraphim's Academy.
I nodded eagerly.
He pulled out a small map from his pocket and unfolded it.
He traced his finger along the passages marked on the map.
I followed his finger, trying to memorize where each passage led.
He showed me how to open the hidden doors and which routes were safest to use.
As we sat there, I couldn't help but feel grateful for Damian's guidance.
He was my cousin, but he was also my friend and protector.
I knew I could count on him to keep me safe in Seraphim's Academy.
I followed Damian as he led me through the winding corridors of Seraphim's Academy.
We walked past rows of classrooms filled with students studying quietly.
The air was thick with the scent of old books and parchment.
Damian stopped in front of a large tapestry that hung on the wall, depicting a scene of mythical creatures and ancient battles.
He gestured for me to follow him as he stepped behind the tapestry and pushed a hidden button.
A section of the wall slid open, revealing a narrow passageway that disappeared into darkness. Damian ducked inside, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he made his way deeper into the passage.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should follow him into the unknown.
But something compelled me to step forward, to explore this hidden world that lay just beyond our fingertips.
As I walked, I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with fear.
The passageway twisted and turned, leading us through narrow tunnels and hidden chambers.
The walls were rough under my fingertips as I ran my hand along them, feeling my way through the darkness.
Occasionally, we would pass by small torches that flickered with a warm light, casting long shadows across the stone floor.
The air was damp and musty, thick with the scent of mold and decay.
It was clear that this passageway had not been used in some time, perhaps centuries. As we walked further into the depths of Seraphim's Academy, I began to realize just how vast this hidden world truly was.
The passageways seemed to stretch on forever, leading us through hidden gardens filled with exotic flowers and towering trees that reached toward the sky like giant sentinels.
We passed through secret laboratories where ancient artifacts lay scattered across workbenches, their mysteries waiting to be unlocked by curious minds.
Damian paused, his voice barely a whisper.
"These passages were built by the first headmistress to protect those like us," he said, glancing at me with a knowing look.
"But there's something else—something buried deep within these walls that even the current headmistress doesn't know about."
I followed Damian as he continued down the passageway, the flickering torches casting eerie shadows on the walls.
We walked for what felt like hours, the air growing thick and musty with the scent of old books and forgotten history.
Finally, we came to a heavy wooden door that looked as if it hadn't been opened in centuries.
Damian pushed the door open, revealing a small chamber filled with dusty scrolls and ancient artifacts.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles to light our way.
The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and forgotten knowledge.
As we stepped inside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the secrets that lay before us.
The scrolls were stacked haphazardly on shelves that lined the walls, their yellowed pages crackling with age. Damian carefully unrolled one of the scrolls, revealing intricate illustrations and text that told stories of battles long past.
I ran my fingers over the faded ink, feeling a connection to the people who had written these words so many years ago.
"This is just one of many," Damian said, his voice filled with reverence.
"These scrolls hold secrets about our kingdom's forgotten history—about those who came before us."
As we delved deeper into the chamber, we discovered more than just ancient scrolls.
There were artifacts that glowed with an otherworldly energy, and strange devices that seemed to defy explanation.
It was clear that this room had been hidden away for centuries, protecting its secrets from prying eyes. We spent hours exploring the chamber, uncovering truths that would change everything we thought we knew about Seraphim's Academy and our place within it.
As we made our way back through the passages, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this newfound knowledge—and for Damian's guidance through the winding corridors of Seraphim's Academy.
The secrets we uncovered would stay with me forever, shaping my understanding of this mystical world and my place within it.
"Do you think Headmistress Seraphim knows about any of this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Damian shook his head, a serious expression on his face. "If she did, she wouldn't have let us wander these passages so freely."
"But what if there's a reason these secrets were hidden away?" I pressed, feeling the weight of our discovery settle heavily on my shoulders.
Damian's eyes widened as he considered my words.
"Maybe there's something we're missing—something that connects all of this."
We pored over the ancient scrolls, searching for any clues that might unlock the mysteries that lay before us.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the chamber, sending scrolls scattering across the floor.
One of the parchments trembled, as if alive, its edges fluttering wildly.
A voice echoed through the chamber, echoing off the stone walls.
"Solve the riddle," it boomed, "or you shall never leave this place."
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest.
The parchment in front of me seemed to come to life, its text shifting and rearranging itself into a new message.
I took a deep breath and read aloud: "Where shadows fall and darkness rises, seek out the source of light. In plain sight, yet hidden from view, find the key to unlock your fate."
Damian and I exchanged worried glances.
"What does it mean?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.
I shook my head, trying to make sense of the cryptic message.
"We need to think about what we've seen in these passages," I said, my mind racing.
"The artifacts—the s###e devices—maybe there's a connection."
We began to examine each artifact carefully, searching for any clues that might unlock the mystery before us. As we touched each one, I couldn't help but feel a surge of energy coursing through my veins.
The air seemed to crackle with an otherworldly power, as if we were on the brink of unlocking a long-hidden secret.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I jotted down several possible answers on a piece of parchment.
My hand shook slightly as I wrote, my nerves stretched taut with anticipation.
We gathered around the parchment, our eyes scanning the possibilities.
And then, in a flash of insight, it clicked into place—the solution was clear.
We had uncovered a hidden door deep within Seraphim's Academy that led to an ancient chamber filled with secrets and mysteries beyond our wildest dreams.
Damian turned to me, his eyes wide with realization.
"The source of light—it must be the sunstone we saw in the hidden garden," he said urgently.
I nodded, feeling a surge of hope. "If we can find it and bring it here, maybe it will reveal the key we need."
The chamber's walls began to close in, the sound of grinding stone echoing through the room.
We knew we had to act fast.
With a surge of determination, I sprinted back through the passages, Damian by my side.
We raced against time, our footsteps echoing off the walls as we searched for the sunstone.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we reached the hidden garden.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of exotic flowers, and the flickering torches cast a warm glow over the lush greenery.
I spotted the sunstone nestled among the plants, its faint glow illuminating the darkness.
I lunged forward, my hands trembling as I seized it.
Damian called out instructions from behind me, urging me to hurry.
With the sunstone clutched tightly in my fist, I sprinted back to the chamber, racing against time as the walls continued to close in around us.
