The old tome which she had come across from the mystic ruins, often plunder for their hidden treasures, had been the only knowledge of the treasure which she had come to this abandoned castle for.
'The Bastion of the Truth, build to protect the Truth of Reality itself. It seems to be the kind of thing which He-man and his friends would built as a statement to the ideals of truth and justice. Little do people know, it was the resting place for the objects which defines the truth, to defines reality. The Ring of Truth, which makes anything spoken or written by the wearer the truth. Even if it had never been that way. Only the wearer knows the truth of the past, and only the can remove the ring.' thought Evil-Lyn, the sole female warrior in Skeletor's crew of villains and his second in command. It also made her his scapegoat and punching bag at times, which caused her to want to improve her situation.
'The ring will allow me to do this. To escape the grasp of Skeletor, to no longer be threaten by him or He-man, to gain what is owed me. For all the hard work, the pain and blood, the suffering I had. After battling through all of the traps and barriers which prevented me from entering this room, I am here!' Evil-Lyn had arrived in the room which contained only a pedestal on which lay a silken red cloak on which a ring of gold with a purple gemstone. It was within her grasp, as she almost ran to the resting place.
Picking up the ring, she slipped it onto her left ring finger and felt its power rush through her, as she began to laugh at the unlimited opportunities now open to her. She was only stopped when....
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