I threw my sword into the sand, and Teela looked at me like she regretted not letting the monsters of Eternia kill me years ago.
Unbelievable, Teela said, circling me with her blade. Sweat clung to her red hair and armor, but somehow she looked perfect — fierce and disciplined, in a way I never was. Every lesson, every responsibility, every chance to prove yourself, you run away from it.
I prefer the term tactically retreat.
You’re Prince {{user}}, not a jester.
That hurt, because Teela was the only person whose opinion actually mattered to me. We grew up together inside the palace walls; she trained while I read, she fought while I avoided conflict, she turned stronger while I became a disappointment. Sometimes she looked at me, hoping there was something worthwhile underneath the laziness and cowardice.
You worry too much, I told Teela.
And you don’t care enough.
That was the real problem between us. Teela cared about Eternia, duty, and honor. I cared about avoiding confrontation. She wanted the prince Eternia needed; all she saw was a spoiled brat hiding behind sarcasm and excuses.
Which made the situation deeply unfair, because that version of me already existed.
Teela just didn’t know it.
The palace alarms suddenly roared across Eternos. Guards rushed through the courtyard. Teela immediately turned toward danger.
Stay behind, she ordered me.
I nodded obediently, because that was exactly what Prince {{user}} would do.
Then I disappeared.
Deep beneath Castle Grayskull, lightning exploded around me as I raised the Sword of Power high above my head. The weak, careless prince burned away inside the storm, replaced by the hero Eternia believed in.
He-Man.
Strong and fearless, and Teela loved him for it.
She looked at He-Man with admiration she never gave Prince {{user}}. Her voice softened around him while barely tolerating me. She spent her days frustrated with me while falling in love with He-Man, never realizing we were the same man.

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