Crown and Key
By Sandra and William Johnson
Chapter Fourteen
Adora’s body lay on the bed as Jonathan stared at her. She was a very beautiful woman, and for a moment, he could hear Warren’s voice prompting him to take advantage of her unconscious form.
“No. I listened to you before and look what happened. Never again.”
Warren appeared next to Jonathan. “Wimp. Wuss. Nerd. COWARD. I never should have included you in with me and Andrew. You haven’t got the guts to take what is yours. She’s beautiful and not going anywhere.”
Jonathan looked at his dead friend, “Leave me alone. I came here to help”
“And left Andrew all alone in Mexico while you ran off with your new pal Oz.”
“Andrew is fine. He told me to go.”
“And now you’re here playing hero. Well, you won’t be able to do it. You’ll fail, again, because you don’t have the guts. Just like when you chickened out in the clock tower.”
“I didn’t chicken out. I grew up. It would have been stupid to kill myself.”
“You’re hopeless” and Warren moved into Jonathan’s face, “Why I ever thought you could open the…” and suddenly he vanished as Adam and Dawn crept down the stairs.
“Jonathan? Are you alright?” Dawn asked sweetly.
Jonathan looked a bit nervous, his face full of sweat. “Yeah…I’m alright. Night time jitters I guess.”
“Here is the Pearl” Adam said, passing Jonathan the necklace. With a smile, Jonathan took it and placed it atop Adora’s sword, right over the open spot where it would rest. Jonathan lit several candles and placed them in a circle around the sword.
“Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Battle, restore to this weapon the skill and power with which you gifted it” Jonathan waved his hand over the sword, the candlelight reflecting off it growing brighter as he spoke.
“Apollo, God of Healing and the Sun, restore the gifts you gave your champion so long ago.” Again, Jonathan’s hand went over the blade and the light from the candles increased.
“Hades, Lord of the Underworld, allow the spirit of she who fought for the people to return to fight the evil which plagues the worlds.” Jonathan’s hand ran over the blade again and for a moment, a muscular woman in black leather armor stood next to the sword. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders and a crooked smile came to her lips. She nodded her head and then faded into a mist, which ran along the blade as the candlelight grew in intensity.
“Hephesteus, God of the Forge, restore to this that which was taken from it.” And as Jonathan’s hand passed over the blade again, the pearl seemed to slip from the necklace and meld into the sword’s hilt. The light from the candles grew to an almost blinding intensity.
“In the name of Greyskull, I beseech the gods to look upon this with their blessings. By the Power of Greyskull I reforge that which was broken. For the Honor of Greyskull I restore she who is the chosen heroine of the people. For Eternia, Etheria, and Earth, I return the honor and power which transcends all time and space.” And with a final wave of his hands, the lights flashed and when out. A white glow filled the darkened room emanating from the now restored sword, which began to float up from the table with a growing hum.
Jonathan looked at Adam and Dawn. “Adam, take the sword and place it in Adora’s hands, lengthwise along her body with the point towards her feet.
Adam nodded, grasping his sister’s sword and placing it along her body, almost like a medieval knight being buried. He then rested her hands upon the hilt.
“Now, Dawn, I need you to take Adora’s hands in yours and say these words for her, for she cannot. ‘For the Honor of Greyskull.’”
Dawn looked a bit frightened, but, with a deep breath, moved over next to Adora and gently put her hands atop the woman’s. “For the Honor of Greyskull” she said. There was a shock of electricity, from which Dawn quickly pulled back from as Adora’s eyes opened.
“For the Honor…of Greyskull?” she said, with a Carribbean accent to her voice.
Jonathan looked at Adora, “You are Kendra?”
Kendra nodded, “I am Kendra, the Vampire Slayer.”
Jonathan smiled, “Yes. Well, um, you see Kendra, you…”
Dawn piped up, “You’re dead Kendra. And you took over someone else’s body.”
Kendra looked at Dawn, “You…you’re the sister of Buffy, The one who was made.”
Dawn shivered at being reminded she wasn’t like other girls.” Yes…I’m Buffy’s sister.”
Jonathan interrupted, seeing Dawn’s discomfort. “Well, anyhow, you need to leave that body and let Adora have it back so you can go on to Heaven.”
Kendra looked at Jonathan, still holding the sword, “And how do I do that? I’ve been wandering the Ghost Roads for so long…”
Jonathan smiled meekly, “Well, you hold the sword above your head and say these words. ‘For the Honor of Greyskull.’ ”
Kendra looked at Jonathan with a smirk on her face, “Right”
Adam spoke up finally, remembering how when his sister said those words for the first time, they freed her from the spell of domination which was upon her. “He’s telling the truth. Please, trust him on this.”
Kendra shrugged and raised the sword above her head, “For the Honor, of Greyskull” she said, and as she did, her voice changed. Gone was her accent, gone was her voice, replaced by that of Adora’s, which seemed to take on a timber all it’s own. Light corruscated down the blade, swirling around it and Adora’s body as an image of Castle Greyskull appeared behind Adora. As the swirling light ran over Adora’s body, her clothing and look changed. Her leotard became a short white skirt with golden chest protection on it, much like that of the ghostly woman from before. A golden tiara rested upon her head and she wore almost knee high gold boots. The image of Greykull slid to the side and was replaced by another castle, this one made of crystal and shining with a heavenly light. As Greyskull;’s image sideslipped, the ghost of Kendra left Adora’s body and stood before the image of Greyskull. Adora, now She-Ra, grasped her sword, hilt and point, and spoke, “I am She-Ra!” and her voice echoed off the basement walls. She then turned to Kendra’s ghost, a smile on her face. “With the blessings of Greyskull and Lighthope and all good people, be at rest, Kendra of the Islands.” Kendra’s ghost smiled and her head nodded as she faded from view along with the images of Greyskull and the Crystal Palace.
Adam looked at She-Ra, “Well, it’s never happened like THAT before.” Dawn and Jonathan merely stared at her, awe written on their faces.
There was a crash behind She-Ra as someone fell through the basement window and tumbled to the floor. The Princess of Power reached down and grabbed the man by the lapels of his black leather jacket. “Anyone ever tell you it’s not nice to peer in through windows?”
Dawn looked dumbfounded at who She-Ra was holding, “Spike?” she said quizzically.
Spike looked over at Dawn, a smile on his face, “Hey there, little bit.” he said, and then he passed out.
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