Chapter 2:

The outside team discovered the unconscious scout, clad in only his
undergarments. The team that surveyed the infirmary found the unconscious
guard, stuffed in the supply closet. Both could add nothing to the
investigation, neither of them catching even a glimpse of their attacker.
The sensors provided no help either. The ship left too quickly for its
identity to be determined. Several Doom ships began a pursuit of the
unknown craft, but then the trail abruptly ended. It was as if the pilot
cut off all power and drifted for a time. It was fruitless to just follow
the original trail; if this woman was smart enough to throw them off the
scent, she certainly would know to head in the wrong direction at first.
Meanwhile, the king was in an incredible state of irritation. After
sentencing the scout to time in the torture chambers and the guard to death,
then destroying three goblets, his staff, four chairs, and the door to the
throne room, Zarkon paced the floor at the top of the stairs, his hands
twitching furiously at his sides. "First Eko-Parm...then that
elf...then...that damn bitch has the nerve to steal my SON!” The king
continued to fume and ramble incoherently for hours, while all the members
of the castle kept their distance. Even Hagar stayed far away from the
king’s side at this time.
But, she kept herself very occupied. The witch was unable to locate the
prince through her crystals; he was easily able to block her attempts.
Therefore, she visited the torture rooms to mentally interrogate the scout,
making sure he had left nothing out (no use trying to question the guard).
Then, she stopped by the areas the intruder was known to have visited; the
infirmary, the communications center, the corridor... She stared at the end
of the hallway, concentrating on the window. Her long clawed fingers
reached out
towards the sill. Her nails scraped the rocky surface before grasping
something very thin. She held it up to the light. It was a golden hair.
Her next stop was outside where the intruder had attacked the scout. The
search team had uncovered some burnt remains hidden in the dusty soil. “The
woman seems to have incinerated her old clothes to keep us from identifying
her,” one of the soldiers determined. Hagar looked at the charred cloth,
and located a small lump of melted metal.
A knowledge spell crossed her lips briefly, and the lump glowed. It twisted
like a serpent before finding its original form: an insignia. Hagar’s eyes
widened in surprise. It was in the shape of a “V.”
“Voltron,” she growled. Then, her eyes went even wider. “But, that would
mean the intruder would have to be...”

* * *

Allura widened her search to include the outside of the castle. “Where
could he be?” she asked herself. Then, she saw a figure near the edge of
the moat. Lotor! As she watched, he stood slowly and walked closer to the
water’s edge. He looked like he was
about to walk right into the moat itself, but his feet remained just above
the surface. Then, he stopped walking and rose into the air, flying across
the moat. Where is he going, she wondered. “Lotor!” she yelled out, but he
was too far away. In fact, he was disappearing from her view. The princess
broke into a run across the bridge and towards the woods.

* * *

“PRINCESS ALLURA?!”

-Kat