Chapter 7:

A young female slave entered Hagar's laboratory. She approached the witch
and held out a small vial of blood. "Excellent!" Hagar declared, taking the
vial. She needed this older sample of the prince's blood for comparison.
She couldn't just ask the infirmary for the blood. Those idiots would waste
time asking all those annoying questions, making her sign forms, and
debating in their secret conference rooms. They might even inform the king
about her request, something she could not afford at the moment. This
particular slave, one of her errand runners, was truly a master thief.
So far, Hagar's tests on Prince Lotor were a dismal failure. Too much of
her original equipment was destroyed in Princess Romelle's raid on her first
laboratory. She just didn't have the resources she used to. She still
blamed King Zarkon and that foolish boy Lotor for the attack on Doom, which
sent so many years of hard work down the tubes. She did put this blame to
good use; often reminding the monarch of her devotion and his mistakes.
Slowly, through her "guilt trips," Hagar was acquiring new and better
supplies. But, even more than just blaming the monarchy, she blamed herself
for not taking more care to protect her precious irreplaceable equipment.
At least now she had safe boxes installed for the salvaged and new items,
just in case.
She only hoped that this new idea would work. Hagar carried the blood
sample into her robeast chamber. She had converted the crystals in the room
to scan instead of mutate. After over two hours, they still didn't register
anything wrong with the prince. Oh, how she wished she had her old
equipment.
"Why don't you just get new stuff?" Lotor was shackled to the table as the
crystals hummed about his body. He was very annoyed that he had gone from
one set of damn bonds to another.
Hagar mumbled something about putting up a mind shield. "Because, my old
equipment was rare and took years of work and energy to create. You can't
just replace it." She rechecked the settings on the scanner. "At least,
not without sufficient funds," she added.
"Don't ask me. I haven't gotten my allowance yet."
"Very funny."
"Look, can't you just run the tests without these chains? I can stay still
on my own."
"You'd wriggle like a daggersnake, and you know it."
"I feel like one of your monsters."
"Tough! This is delicate equipment! It's not as effective as my old..."
"If you really want more funds, I'll see what I can do. Okay?"
"Nice try," Hagar told the prince, "but I still can't unshackle you."
"I'm getting cramps," he complained.
"Now, your Highness, I'll need to take a blood sample from you."
"And why is that?"
"I'm going to test it against an earlier sample. If I can find something
different in your blood, then I can use it to tune the scanners more
accurately."
"Will the fun never end?"
"Do you want my help or not?" With Lotor's silent nod of assent as his
answer, she produced a sample vial and a thin sharp knife. Lotor really
wished she would learn to use a needle. With a few pokes of her fingers and
a quick thrust of the knife, Hagar pierced the prince's arm. Through her
years of practice, she had gotten extremely accurate at hitting veins.
"Oww!"
"Crybaby."

* * *

"Hagar! Old witch, where are you?" Zarkon stormed into the laboratory to
figure out personally what the hell his witch was doing this time. Word had
reached him that she was performing magical experiments without his
knowledge. He had let it slip in the past, but it was just getting too
frequent nowadays.
Hagar dropped an armload of books in shock of the king's arrival. "Sire!
What an unexpected surprise! Is something wrong?"
"I've told you before, witch. You must inform me of this new
magical...stuff you do."
"Sire," she tried to explain while scrambling for the books, "I was
just..."
"And what is my son doing in your monster chamber?"
"He...uh..." But, Zarkon was already heading for the room. Hagar left her
books and raced after him, opening the door for the monarch.
"Sire, I can explain!"
"It better be good, old witch. Lotor?" Zarkon turned his attention to his
son. "What are you doing in here; playing target practice?" The king's
eyes rested on the large hole burned into one of the walls. Lotor just sat
on the edge of the table, staring at the still smoking cavity. "Speak up,
boy!"
"Father..."
"OUT WITH IT, YOU BRAT!!" Lotor didn't need his heightened mind senses to
tell him his father was pretty mad at the moment. Slowly, he rose from the
table's edge and approached Zarkon. The prince held his hands out, palms
facing the king. Both of them were charred black. "What's wrong with your
hands?"
"There burned!" Lotor answered, stating the obvious.
Zarkon rolled his eyes: "I know THAT! How did they get that way?"
"Sire? Prince Lotor? If I may?" Hagar asked, "You see, I was running some
tests on your son..."
"TESTS? What tests?"
"I'll...I'll get to that part, sire. But, you see, I had Prince Lotor
chained up, so that the equipment would work better..."
"You CHAINED my son up?"
"Well, only temporarily. But, that idiot Cossack stumbled in here and saw
the prince shackled. Of course, I unchained him immediately, but Cossack
proceeded to taunt the prince and...well..."
"Well?"
Lotor decided to finished the story: "I got angry with him," he said. "I
don't know exactly what happened, but it felt like the rage just built and
flowed from my head down my arms. The next thing I knew, this power, like a
blue fire, came out of my hands." Lotor shook his head. "I don't know how
else to explain it," he added.
"And that caused the umm..." Zarkon pointed at the hole.
"Yes, Father."
"If that isn't the most half-baked, lame excuse..."
"It's true, sire!" Hagar insisted, "I saw it happen."
"What is this: 'Play the king for a fool' day?"
"But sire..."
"And how did my son get this 'power,' old witch? Have you been casting
magic spells over him?"
"No! It happened beyond the portal! Before he came here!"
As the king and witch argued on and on, Lotor attempted to interrupt, but
was ignored by both. "FATHER!!!" he finally yelled, instantly ceasing the
quarrel, "Will you please LISTEN to me?"
"Oh, so the idiot son wishes to speak!"
Lotor decided to use the direct approach: "I'm an elf!"
For the next few minutes, the room was deathly quiet. "What?" Zarkon
asked, wondering if he could have misunderstood his son's words.
"I am an elf."
"An elf?"
"Yes."
Zarkon stared at the prince. "Son, you've really flipped this time."

-Kat

Chapter 8:

"I told you he wouldn't believe me!" Lotor reminded Hagar as his father
continued to laugh quite heavily. They had both attempted to retell the
entire history of the ordeal with Mari and the time in the cold cell, but
the king was often too busy laughing to hear it.
"Okay!" Zarkon managed through his chortles, "So, the closest insane asylum
is..."
"Sire! He is NOT crazy! I can confirm it with my tests; his entire body
is shifting to a purely elven form!"
"Hagar," Zarkon put his arm aroung the witch's shoulder in mock kindness,
"I am truly grateful for the fact that you are humoring my lunatic son."
"FATHER!!" Lotor felt his anger rising again, felt the eerie force
growing.
"Oh, so your mother was an elf?" Zarkon continued, "I married an ELF? She
was a human! A plain and simple HUMAN, you dimwit!"
"She was NOT!"
"What the hell is an elf, anyway? One of those pixie fairies that collects
little kid's teeth and leaves them coins?"
"Sire," Hagar explained, "Elves are very strong magical creatures. They
have lived alongside humans for as far back as I can remember. It is
possible..."
"Old wives' tales, Hagar! Don't insult my intelligence!"
"It's the TRUTH!!" Lotor snapped, glaring at his father. He didn't notice
that the monarch's feet no longer touched the ground.
"Oh, really?" Zarkon asked haughtily. Lotor was so furious, he could no
longer stand to look at him. The king then ascended another several inches.
"Perhaps you..." Zarkon paused, noticing that he had seemingly increased
in height during the last few seconds. Hagar noticed the oddity as well.
"Sire?" She stared wide-eyed as the king continued to rise into the air.
As the scary realization hit that his son might not be crazy after all,
Zarkon did something he hadn't in a long time: he panicked. "LOTOR!!!" he
screamed at the top of his lungs.
Lotor turned to face his father. "Father, you don't have to yell
at...where are you?" He looked around the room.
"Uh, Prince Lotor," Hagar began. She pointed at the ceiling with her
forefinger.
"I'm up here, you dolt!"
"Up where?" Lotor questioned.
"What did you do to me? How did you do this? UP HERE!!! LOOK UP, YOU
FOOL!!!" Lotor's eyes finally located his father, floating in mid air?
"FATHER?"
"Lotor! Get me down!" Zarkon flailed wildly, trying to grab hold of
something. Lotor could only stare at his levitated father.
"Did I do THAT?" Lotor asked out loud.
"Hagar!"
"Lotor..."
"I...I DID THAT?" Lotor began to laugh.
"HAGAR!!! GET ME DOWN!!!!"
"Lotor," Hagar coaxed, "Put your father down...that's it, just
put...SLOWLY!!! Put him down SLOWLY!!"
Zarkon hit the floor squarely on his posterior. "Argghhh! My tailbone!"
he screamed.
Lotor was near a fit of hysterical chuckles. "Father, I...sorry, but you
must believe me! I'm an e..."
"I BELIEVE YOU!! I believe you! Oh great! This is just..."

End of part one!

-Kat


My Better Half
Part Two: Amnesia?

Chapter One:

"Keith! Keith, are you all right?" Allura searched through what was left
of Black Lion. She stepped around the decapitated head of Voltron. The
blood-red haze from the battle stung her eyes terribly; she could barely
see. There, she saw an arm! "Keith! Keith! Oh...no! NO!!" All dead.
They were all dead, all except for her.
The Castle of Lions was in ruins, just like Castle Doom. She had seen them
both destroyed by those mindless guardians. All their combined defenses.
All of them destroyed. And then, Voltron itself.
She could still remember the truce between Arus and Doom. King Zarkon
seemed to forget entirely his disputes with her. In the middle of this
horrid war, it was the closest they had ever come to peace. She remembered
the last time she saw him, as he boarded a fighter ship to personally join
the battle. He actually thanked her for her help. Then, he was gone, later
to be destroyed, just like the others.
And still the ships came, firing on all buildings and everything living.
She couldn't stop her tears as she sank to her knees in defeat. They were
coming closer now. Soon she would join her friends, her enemies, her
prince. She remembered the news of his death in the cold cell. Not even
the dark prince could stop these mechanical monsters. She could still
envision him staring at her as he slowly froze to death. She could hear his
voice: "Allura! I'll nnnever ssee you again..." He reached out a shaking
hand to her. She just couldn't reach it...
"Lotor!" The princess bolted upright in her bed. All was quiet. There
were no bombs, no battles. Only the sound of the night wind.

* * *

"Allura!"

-Kat

Chapter 2:

"First, I fall down the stairs. Then, my son levitates me and drops me
from twenty feet in the air. I won't be able to sit down for a week...no, a
month!" Hagar followed at a distance as the king walked, rather painfully,
to his chambers. "I should have let him perish in the pit! I should have
banished him! But, NOOO!! I had to take him BACK! There would have been
no HEIR, and my empire would have FAILED if I didn't. At least he's acting
a little better; although I don't know now, with that elf thing. And why
the hell am I talking to myself? Hagar!"
"Sire?" Hagar sped up to reach the king's side.
"Tell me again about this curse."
"Well, it's pulling away the Drule part of your son and replacing it with
his elven side. There's not much more I can say, except I don't know how
long it will take or how to stop it."
"So, I married an elf. I wonder why she never told me?" Zarkon paused.
"I could try to contact the dark spirits to break the curse, but they do
not usually deal with elves..."
"Perhaps because she thought I would try to convince her to use her magic
powers in my conquests."
Hagar thought he was finished and tried again. "Maybe my books..."
"She never was fond of political power or the empire. She just liked the
woods and the sea. Oh well, it was a welcome change." Zarkon again paused
while Hagar wondered if he would ever stop reminiscing.
"Sire?"
"Is there anything you can do? If that boy becomes an elf, I severely
doubt the Drule council will accept him as heir to the Denubian empire." He
winced at the pain in his lower back. "I'm also not too thrilled about
taking another flying lesson."
"I'll try, sire," she replied.
Zarkon's guards took their places by the door as the monarch entered his
chambers. Before the door could close, he turned back. "Hagar, one more
small thing."
"Yes, sire?"
"When Lotor, uh...bzzrrapped the wall, did the smoking remains include..."
"Unfortunately not. Cossack got away just in time."
"Damn! Okay, Hagar, just make sure you continue your work and the doctors
continue their work, and TELL me what happens."
"Of course, sire." With that, the door closed, and the witch proceeded to
the prince's chambers.
She was almost at his door when it suddenly opened, and a half-dressed
female slave tore out of the room, almost running into the witch in her
flight. Hagar looked after the slave as she disappeared wondering what on
Doom could be going on. Why would Prince Lotor let his slave just run out
like that?
She entered the bedchamber to find the prince, also half-dressed, laying on
his bed, holding his head in his hands. He was shaking badly. "Prince
Lotor?" Hagar asked. The prince quickly rubbed his hands across his eyes
before looking up. Hagar was shocked. Was he crying?

-Kat

Chapter 3:

"Do you mind telling me what that was all about?" Hagar asked the prince.
"I was just standing in my room," he tried to explain, "Just standing
there, when I saw her face. Allura just...popped into my mind."
"Well, that's certainly not the first time this has happened."
"But, it wasn't just her, you know. Not just a picture. There was
scenery, too. It looked like a war scene. She was all bruised and cut.
She was so sad..."
"You were dreaming," Hagar reassured him.
"No!"
"That's all."
"No! I was awake! Allura was dreaming!" Lotor stopped to take a few
breaths, trying to settle his nerves. "I saw her dream."
"What does that have to do with that slave girl I saw run out the door?"
Lotor groaned and shook his head. "I was trying to forget. I thought it
would help ease my mind a little to...you know. I chose this fresh new
girl, never been tried. Such a pretty shy thing. I started...and then..."
Lotor grabbed his head. It looked to the witch as if he were in pain. "I
HEARD HER!" he shrieked.
"Heard her?"
"I heard her thoughts..." He again began to shake. "She was...thinking of
what the other slaves had told her about me, of how I loved them...of how
not to make me angry and..."
"So?" replied the witch.
"But, that's not all. I could hear her feelings as well."
"Her feelings?"
"She was...nervous, thrilled, anxious. But also terrified! Scared out of
her wits!"
"Didn't you know people are terrified of you, sire?"
"But, I could FEEL it! I could feel her...her terror as if it were my own.
It just flooded my mind. Growing and growing...I couldn't push it away!
"So, I pushed her away. But that only made it worse. She was sure I would
kill her, I could hear her saying it to herself. Each passing second, just
more and more! I couldn't control it! I finally screamed 'GET OUT!!' I
couldn't handle..." Lotor quickly pressed his hands to his eyes to cover
his emotions. "It...it finally died down, after she left. After she got
far enough away. This is crazy! This is driving me CRAZY!!"
They both stopped walking, about halfway to the infirmary. Hagar was
dumbfounded, watching the prince attempt to regain control over himself. He
could actually sense the emotions of others as if they were his own
feelings. What else would this curse do to him?
"I never knew..." he started again. But, he seemed at a loss to describe
it. "It's so complicated! All that fear...I wonder if Allura feels that
way when I'm near her." His hands went to his eyes again at the thought.
Hagar attempted to change the subject. "Well, your cold sounds much
better," she said.
"Yeah, it's gone. That's not all, either." Lotor held out his palms to
the witch. There were no burn marks to be seen. Lotor sighed, looking at
his hands. "Why is this happening to me? I keep hoping I'll just wake up."
"Don't worry, sire. Surely either the doctors or I will find a way to lift
this curse."
"Maybe I should just move my stuff into the infirmary. I practically live
there anymore." They both began to walk again, only to run smack dab into
the dumbest Drule on Doom. "Ahhh! Stop!" Lotor cried in pain as he sensed
the fear of the Drule. Fortunately, the man calmed down, sparing the
prince's tattered nerves.
"Sorry, your Highness. Hagar. I didn't see you."
"Try using your eyes the next time!" she snapped back at him. He quickly
hurried away down the corridor. Hagar scowled, then resumed walking.
"Why are you so angry at that Drule, Hagar?" Lotor asked.
Hagar looked surprised. "What do you mean, sire?"
"Well, he seems to believe you are mad at him for some reason," Lotor
explained, "He also thinks I'm mad at him, but I don't know why. I could
sense..."
"Sire, don't you know who that was?"
"Should I?" Lotor asked, confused.
"Sire...that was Cossack!"
"Who?"

-Kat

Chapter 4:

Zarkon finally finished the most important work of the evening. Everything
was just piling up; the military inspections, the tax collections, the
reports and complaints, and so on. His head was throbbing, not to mention
his backside. Rgghh! He had too much already to worry about without that
damn kid getting into more trouble. I mean, he was what..twenty?
Twenty-one? Lotor should know better by now.
The king ordered his advisors out of his room. After the slaves prepared
his meal, he sent them away as well. He needed some time alone, away from
the duties and paperwork. He remembered, years ago, the times he used to
visit his wife. She was so happy and carefree. She made all his problems
go away with a glance. He could really use that now.
But she was an elf. And so was Lotor. Twenty-two...? Zarkon poked at the
food with his knife. Why? Why only one child? At least it was a son, but
why? Out of all the slaves and all the times with his wife, he had only
sired one child. If only he had another son, even a daughter. Maybe he
could remarry. He had thought about Merla earlier, but who was he kidding?
He'd never make her conceive. He was just too old. Too old...
"Great, now I feel miserable," he mumbled. He pushed the food away from
him, no longer hungry. "Well, look on the bright side, Zarkon," he told
himself, "at least Eko-Parm isn't attacking."
At least he did have something left over from his wife to make him feel a
little better. It was a birthday gift to him from...how many years ago?
Oh, man! He couldn't be that old! He opened a small wooden case and
removed the recorder. She used to play so beautifully. She just couldn't
resist trying to teach the wicked savage ruler the mysterious soothing power
of music. Of course, he had been a horrible pupil, but he did learn a few
of her songs. Even now, through the occasional squeaks and misfingerings,
the recorder did not fail to evoke its magic.

Hagar heard a soft melody emanating from the king's chambers. She stood
outside, listening as the monarch played, knowing he hated for anyone to
hear it. He wasn't that bad at it at all, the witch thought to herself with
a chuckle. Ah well, her news was too pressing to stay outside. She
summoned a guard to alert the king.
As the guard touched the signal panel, she heard the music instantly stop
and the case snap closed. "What do you want?' Zarkon's gruff voice
declared.
"Your majesty," the guard answered, "Witch Hagar requests an audience with
you."
"Hagar?" The door opened, and the king stepped out. "What is it?"
"We have a problem," she told him.

* * *

A knock was heard on the doors to the princess' room. "Who is it?"
"Allura, hey! It's me!"
"Keith!" The door opened, and the princess appeared. She wore an old
yellow pantsuit, her hair in one long ponytail. "I'm just finishing up some
studying. Coran thought I should learn more of Denubian history and
politics."
"Uh, yeah, but isn't that outfit kind of casual?" Keith stammered out.
"What do you mean?"
"Our date? This afternoon? The one I took weeks to convince Nanny to
allow?"
"Oh no! I'm sorry, Keith, I totally forgot!"
"That's okay. I can wait, and you can change quickly, and we'll..."
"Keith," she stopped him in mid sentence, "Keith, I...I can't go out."
"You can't?" Keith was taken aback. She had told him more than once that
she was looking forward to this date. "But, why not?"
"Well, Keith," she started, then paused. How am I going to tell him this,
she wondered. "I think you're a great guy and a wonderful friend. You've
always been there for me."
"But?" He already guessed that this was a breakup.
"But, I'm confused right now. I just don't feel like it's right to...I
just don't..."
"...have any strong feelings for me?"
"I just don't." She felt like a monster, especially considering her real
reason. "I'm sorry, Keith. You're still my best friend."
"Well, gee, um..." Keith couldn't figure out what to say. He should tell
her it was all right, but his heart felt as if it dropped like a stone to
his feet.
"I'm sorry. I truly am. I wish I could say that I loved you, but I don't.
I guess it was just a crush or something."
OUCH! thought Keith. "Well, I guess I'd better be going." He turned to
leave, his feet feeling like cement blocks. "I'll see you at practice
tomorrow morning."
"Okay. Bye Keith."

-Kat

Chapter 5:

"Prince Lotor didn't even remember that it was because of Cossack that
those burns were on his hands. Later, he forgot the whole ordeal entirely!
He doesn't even know who I am half the time!"
"Lotor has forgotten who Cossack is?" Zarkon questioned, "Something must be
wrong!"
"It's not looking up, sire," Hagar agreed, "The only good thing is that
he's finally gained control of that mind reading power of his." Hagar and
King Zarkon entered the infirmary doors. A picture of chaos opened up
before them. Doctors and assistants were running all over the place. One
reached for a tranquilizer, another for a set of restraints.
"What's going on in here?" the king questioned, grabbing the nearest
assistant by the arm.
"Your majesty!" she declared in surprise.
"I'll repeat; what's going on?"
"Sire, the prince is completely out of control!"
"(Tell me something I don't know.) What do you mean?"
"He's lost so much of his memory that he doesn't even know what Planet Doom
is anymore. He's been ranting and raving for the past hour, screaming for
us to release him. He acts as if he's being held prisoner."
"Perhaps I can help restrain him," Hagar suggested. She rushed ahead as
Zarkon followed, still listening to the assistant's explanation.
"He just won't listen to anyone! And that new magic power of his isn't
helping. He has broken all the restraining devices we have tried and tosses
the doctors away with his mind like toys. We cannot get a sedative into his
system to calm him..."
"LET ME GO!!!" Zarkon heard his son yell.
"Your Highness, please! Calm down!" one of the doctors pleaded.
"Who are you? Why are you keeping me here? Just let me go! Please let me
go!" The syringe the doctor was holding went flying across the room.
"Sire!" Hagar tried, "Prince Lotor! Remember me? Come on, look at me and
think!" Lotor was backed up against the far wall staring at all these
unfamiliar faces.
"GO AWAY!" he shouted.
"Come on! Think!"
"I don't know you!"
"Please, Prince Lo...oh to hell with it!" Hagar decided it was time to
replace her pleas with some good old fashioned magic.
But Lotor was prepared for this. Hagar thought a simple binding spell
would do the trick, but it was easily dissipated by the elven magic. As the
spells and counterspells got stronger and stronger, it soon became a match
of power between the witch and the Prince of Doom. King Zarkon watched as
witch-green light clashed with the elf-blue. Hagar showed strain as the
blue light began to consume the green. Hagar couldn't defeat him?
"Lotor!" Zarkon suddenly found himself yell, "Stop this at once!"
Recognition flashed in the prince's eyes, and he turned his head.
"Father?" Lotor asked, temporarily losing concentration. That was just the
break Hagar needed. With one quick burst of energy, she finally overpowered
the prince. His body slumped to the floor, as the doctors raced to inject
the tranquilizers.

* * *

Lance, Hunk, and Pidge were busy repairing a control panel on Yellow Lion,
when Keith lumbered in. "Hey! Lover boy's back!" exclaimed Lance.
"So, how was your date?" asked Hunk.
"It wasn't."
"Huh?"
"There wasn't any date, okay?"
"I smell reJECTION!" Lance declared.
"Shut up, Lance!"
"Oooo!! A bit down in the dumps, are we?"
"Tough luck, Keith," added Hunk.
"'Tough luck?' Is that all you can say?" asked an exasperated Keith.
"Gee, sorry, Keith," Hunk apologized, "I didn't mean to hurt your
feelings."
"Just like Allura didn't mean to hurt mine, either." Keith plopped into
the nearest chair. "I thought we had something. Even her father thought
so! I mean, what's wrong with me! Why doesn't she like me anymore?"
"Nothing's wrong with you, Keith," replied Hunk.
"She still likes you," chimed in Lance, "She just doesn't LIKE you."
"But why? Why suddenly change her mind?"
"Women!" Lance snorted, "Go figure!"
"No way, Lance," Hunk scolded, "Allura's a great person! She wouldn't want
anyone to feel hurt. She probably broke up now so as not to hurt you
further down the line."
"Maybe. I don't know."
"Hey, Keith! Come on, cheer up!" Lance gave Keith a friendly punch to the
shoulder. "The night's still young. Let's say we four bachelors hit the
town!"
"Sounds great to me!" exclaimed Pidge.
"What about it, Keith?"
"Well...all right." Keith stood up. He began to feel a little better.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Okay, we're outta here! But, uh Keith, I would suggest you change your
pants before we go," Lance said with a chuckle.
"What do you mean?" Keith asked looking down and finding nothing wrong.
"Not on the front, great leader. I forgot to warn you earlier. I spilled
axle grease on that chair you sat in."
"Whoohohohoo!!" Hunk and Pidge roared with laughter at the viscous black
spot decorating the back of Keith's red pants.
"Oh great!"

* * *

Allura sat in the chair at her desk, looking in the mirror and brushing her
hair. Her face stared back at her; golden hair, blue eyes, cream-colored
skin. But her face, though familiar, showed concern. She knew something
was wrong, but she didn't know what. Whatever it was, it had been nagging
her all day. She looked again in the mirror, only to see another familiar
face; white hair, golden eyes, azure skin.
"Help me!" the face pleaded.
"Lotor?" The princess shook her head and blinked, then looked back. But,
the image of the prince was gone.

-Kat