Chapter 4:

“PRINCESS ALLURA?!” the king bellowed for the thousandth time.
“Yes, sire,” Hagar responded for the thousandth time.
“I don’t know whether to burst out laughing or have a heart attack!”
“Hopefully not the latter, sire.”
“The PRINCESS of Arus took my son?! Isn’t it usually the other around?”
Zarkon shook his head in bewilderment. "What the hell would she want him
for?" he pondered.
“At least we know where he is. We can plan a way to get him back,” Hagar
suggested.
“Okay, let’s go wreck a planet. Arus has been rather quiet for too long.”
“Sire, NO!! Have you forgotten the power your son controls? If we launch
a mass attack and he helps the Voltron force, we’re looking at some serious
scrap metal.”
“So, we need a strategy. And I suppose you have a suggestion, Hagar?”
“Just give me some time, sire, and I will find a way.” With a bow to the
king, Hagar left the throne room and headed to her laboratory in order to
prepare her little helper for the journey to Arus.

* * *

“Good morning, Prince Lotor.”
Lotor backed up and peered in the control room. “Good morning, Coran,” he
replied and entered the room.
“Is your room to your liking?”
“Yes, it’s fine. Thank you.”
“Good.” Coran leaned forward in his chair to study something on the
computer panel. Lotor turned to leave. “Prince Lotor?” Coran looked up
again. “A word, please.”
“Yes, Coran?”
“Do you remember when I told you to tone down your magic powers?”
Uh oh. “Yes.”
“Well now,” Coran continued, folding his hands on the desk “would you
consider separating Keith’s shoulder, breaking two of Lance’s fingers, and
changing Pidge into some form of seven-toed hogfish ‘toning down?’”
“Uh...” Lotor shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah?”
Coran pinched the skin between his eyes. What a headache! “Look, you’re
going to put the entire Voltron force in traction if you keep this up.”
“But they...”
“I know you don’t mean to be doing anything wrong. And I do apologize for
their attitudes. They have been rather rotten towards you. But, the way
things are going, it might even be better if you were to just pick a normal
fight with them. Not that I’m saying you should! Is any of this making
sense?”
“No magic,” Lotor stated plainly.
“That would be best, yes. Unless EXTREMELY necessary.”
“I understand. May I go?” Lotor was anxious to find his other chaperone.
“I suppose so.”
“Uh...you wouldn’t happen to have seen...know where...um, Allura is, would
you?”
Coran got up. “She went to breakfast. Come on, I’m heading down there,
too.”

-Kat