Post by Foley on Apr 22, 2013 22:38:01 GMT -5
The following is set after the Thundercat 2011 series. Mumm-Ra most major plan is foiled and the many different races of Third Earth are beginning to once again work together against the forces of Plun-darr.
The remote mountain village of the Elephants was quiet as most of the villagers were in their individual huts or sleeping spaces passing the hot, humid night in peaceful slumber. Almost all of the villagers. The tribe's high seer Anet thrashed about in his mat bed on the floor of his humble hut like a being pursued by demons. The truth was that, in his dreams, he was.
In the deepest part of his mind, Anet found himself alone on a strange plain of what the Bird people called metal running from a large flying craft that was by far bigger the anything the Bird people ever used. The craft not as large as the infamous Black Pyramid but it certainly dwarfed the village. Bolts of sizzling blue fire rained down around him as Anet ran for his life. In between the whining sounds of the energy bolts, there was a cackling laughter that filled Anet's soul with icy fear. The laughter would give way to a voice of chilling doom announcing to the spiritual leader of the Elephants that he, (whoever he was) was coming and he was coming for all of those on Third Earth who were not of Third Earth.
Anet woke with a violent start and sat straight up from his sleeping position, causing the two adepts who had come to see what troubled their master as he did so. "Are you all right, Master Anet?" one of them managed to compose himself enough to asked.
Anet took a long deep, slow breath, "Yes, my son. For now I am fine, but we most make haste. Fetch me paper and quill."
"Master?" the other adept asked confused.
"I have need of an audience with Lion-O of the Thundercats immediately," Anet responded, "A most dire, urgent need."
The remote mountain village of the Elephants was quiet as most of the villagers were in their individual huts or sleeping spaces passing the hot, humid night in peaceful slumber. Almost all of the villagers. The tribe's high seer Anet thrashed about in his mat bed on the floor of his humble hut like a being pursued by demons. The truth was that, in his dreams, he was.
In the deepest part of his mind, Anet found himself alone on a strange plain of what the Bird people called metal running from a large flying craft that was by far bigger the anything the Bird people ever used. The craft not as large as the infamous Black Pyramid but it certainly dwarfed the village. Bolts of sizzling blue fire rained down around him as Anet ran for his life. In between the whining sounds of the energy bolts, there was a cackling laughter that filled Anet's soul with icy fear. The laughter would give way to a voice of chilling doom announcing to the spiritual leader of the Elephants that he, (whoever he was) was coming and he was coming for all of those on Third Earth who were not of Third Earth.
Anet woke with a violent start and sat straight up from his sleeping position, causing the two adepts who had come to see what troubled their master as he did so. "Are you all right, Master Anet?" one of them managed to compose himself enough to asked.
Anet took a long deep, slow breath, "Yes, my son. For now I am fine, but we most make haste. Fetch me paper and quill."
"Master?" the other adept asked confused.
"I have need of an audience with Lion-O of the Thundercats immediately," Anet responded, "A most dire, urgent need."