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Sebastian Walker is still searching for his actual parents. Dr. Franks and his sister Sarah warn him he might not like what he finds out. While searching for his parents Sebastian team up with He-Man to find Gwidor's cosmic key that Loki stole. Loki and Sebastian became enemies, but can a secret stop them from being enemies.

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Sebastian could not believe that Dorothy was his twin sister. Sebastian wanted to tell Dorothy, but he did not want to upset her. Also, Sebastian did not want the evil doctors to come after her too. Dorothy has a right to a normal life. Sebastian knew if Dorothy learns the truth about her parents, she will never have a normal life. Sarah was reading a book when he came home. Sebastian was wondering who his parents were. Dr. Franks did warn him that it was better not to know who his parents were, but Sebastian still wanted to find his parents. ​What is going on?" Sarah asks. "I was thinking about my birth parents. I hope my actual mother was ok. My real mom did tell Dr. Frank that my real dad was an evil man. I worry that my real dad is hurting my real mom," Sebastian replied sadly. "You need to get those ideas out of your head. I am sure your real mom is fine," Sarah assures Sebastian. "I hope you are right," Sebastian replied. Sebastian was also thinking about Sara Crewe. Sebastian has been in love with Sara since she started boarding school in England. Sara was in love with Nicholas Carmichael. Alex Carrisford was also in love with Sara. Daniel Ross ​ Daniel Ross had not seen his father since he left home to become a doctor. Loki want Daniel to be king, but he did not want to. Daniel has seen his mother, Emily. Daniel knew that Sebastian and Dorothy were his brother and sister. Daniel also knew that Sebastian has been looking for his real parents. Daniel did not know what to do. "Daniel did tell Emily about Sebastian looking for her and Loki. Emily did not know what to do. Emily did not want Sebastian to find them, but she knew that she could not keep him from learning the truth. Loki walks into their room. "What are you thinking about?" Loki asks Emily. "It is none of your business!" Emily replied angrily. Loki grabs Emily by the face. "You better watch how you speak to me!" Loki yells angrily. "What are you going to do?! Do you think I am scared of you!" Emily yells angrily. Lavinia walks into her parents' room. "What is going on? Are you two fighting?" Lavinia asks. "We just having a disagreement. Do not worry," Emily assures her daughter. Lavinia did not believe her mother, but she did not ask any more questions. Loki did not know why Emily cannot love him. Loki hates when Emily looks at him as a monster. Loki did not think he was a monster. Loki knew Emily was hiding something from him, but he did not know what it was. Loki knew that the White Queen and him had a daughter. The daughter Loki had with The White Queen was Princess Ozma. Loki was angry with The White Queen for hiding his daughter. Thor and Jane Foster were raising Ozma after Loki killed her adopted parents. Loki was angry that the man he hates the most was raising his daughter. Loki saw Rose walking into his room. "Don't you know how to knock?!" Loki asks angrily. "The door was open!" Rose replied angrily. "What do you want?!" Loki asks angrily. "I heard you and Emily fighting," Rose replied. "I know Emily is keeping something from me!" Loki replied angrily. "We can find out what she is hiding," Rose replied. "I am going to find out. My children have to know something," Loki suggests. "You know that they will never betray their mother," Rose replied. "I will find a way to get Lavinia or Daniel to talk!" Loki replied angrily. "I like to see you try," Rose replied laughing at Loki.

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