With zero haste, he made his way to his chambers. Ten rangers rushed to his side to plug him into his throne.

Drakkon had become the most powerful being in the universe at a grave price. Princesses don't maintain relevance forever. Each year, new Disney Princesses are created, diminishing the impact of the older ones.

His long golden locks faded into a paltry silver. Wrinkles littered every corner of his face. His rate of aging accelerated. Despite only being a ripe twenty-eight years of age, he wore the body and battle scars of an eighty year old.

His body weakened with age, desperate to grasp onto its former glory, only held together by wisps of his Princess Power.

Life is cyclical in nature. The old makes way for the new, so on and so forth. Drakkon intended to defy nature.

Hope didn't seem too far away. The mad scientist, Mayuri, offered to extend his life. Strange wires stuck into his chest. Upon his holy throne, he had been attached to a machine, the best primitive Earth technology had to offer. Unnatural medicines and chemical compounds were pumped into his body. Every hour he spent on this chair meant another day of enacting justice.

As Lord Drakkon reflected on the twilight of his life, he realized the most valuable resource in the world wasn’t gold, or oil, or even Princess Power. It was time.

"I need…" He paused. Princess Power sustained him. With more of it, he may yet live to see his ultimate goal fulfilled. Though something more alluring always tempted him. "I need Kingdom Hearts."

- LetterSequence Round 5