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Redemption and Destiny	By : alucardsangel1973 Category: +S to Z > Voltron Views: 2221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
This chapter is rather
tranquil and took a while to write. I had intended for the
challenge Lotor faces to claim Keltor's spirit in this chapter,
but my muse decided to put that in chapter 18 which I will
hopefully start composing soon. This chapter sees what remains of
Keltor's bloodline reunited and Lotor starting to accept his true
home, Namoria. There's a brief visit to planet Doom as surgeons
rush to put King Zarkon back together. He's not going to be happy
when he recovers.

Chapter 17
Homecoming

Leena stood in the control
center both excited and suprised at what she'd heard. "I
have a brother?" She asked in a stunned tone.

"It's a long story Leena,
but it's true. You have a twin brother named Lotor. When we
arrive at the castle I'll explain everything." Danzar
answered.

"I'm just glad you're all
right father. I'm just glad you're all safe." Leena said
clutching her hand to her chest. The excitement was almost too
much for the young druel princess to withstand.

**********************************************************

Zarkon was rushed to the
operating room after several guards dragged him from the skybox
of the arena. His wounds were serious and the pain overwhelming.
The old king howled in pain as the surgeons attempted to restrain
him. They managed to cut away his royal robes and uniform. Blood
flowed from the hole in his shoulder and the severe laceration
across his right eye. The golden cat like orb was now bloodied
and torn. The surgeons quickly injected a strong sedative into
the king's arm. Within minutes the flailing and howling stopped
and Zarkon was silent for the moment. Now under control, the
surgeons began to examine the king's wounds. While there was hope
for his shoulder, the slashed right eye was beyond repair. They
looked at each other knowing what had to be done. After an i.v.
was administered, the surgeons began to operate to repair the
wounds of their king.

Haggar was in her private
chamber looking upon her crystal ball. She gazed deep into the
smokey grey orb. Chanting in a strange language, the crystal
began to glow. She saw images of the events of the day unfolding.
The crystal was one of the old witches creations designed to
capture memories from whomever gazed into it. She saw the escape
of Zarkon's prisoners and the three who helped them flee. She
frowned seeing the image of Kezrin flash upon the sphererical
surface.

"So, you somehow found
the strength to survive. You have more power than I had imagined.
Next time, that power shall be mine." She said in a low
gutteral tone.

She continued to watch the
images play out to their conclusion. She focused upon the voices
of the three druels who rescued Danzar, Lotor and Kaladan.

"My name is Genar. I
and my two cousins are descendents of your father Keltor. We've
come to save you and bring you back to Namoria."

"Survivors of the
massecre..." Haggar said to herself. "It makes no
difference. Soon the dragon of Azrinos will be unleashed upon
them all."

**********************************************************

"There she is...home
sweet home." Avian said seeing the image of planet Namoria
growing bigger on the view screen.

"This, this is my
home." Lotor said looking at the screen.

"Yes son, this is where
you were born. While Zarkon may have ravaged it once, its outer
beauty is realitively unscaved. Fortunately he saw fit not to
attack our home any further after kidnapping me and having the
royal family killed." Danzar said.

"We'll be landing
soon." Genar said.

"How has Leena been since
my absence?" Danzar asked.

"You'd be proud of her
sire. She's grown into a fine young woman. Avian, Kezrin and I
have watched over her in your stead. She'll be very happy to see
you again. Everyone will be glad to know their king is coming
home." Genar answered.

"You three have grown
into strong young men since I last saw you." Danzar
commented.

"Many of your subjects
stepped up to help raise us. Since our parents had been killed,
there was no one left in the castle to see to our
upbringing." Genar replied.

"I'm sorry I wasn't
there. I feel like I failed you all." Danzar said lowering
his head.

"You did what you had to
do majesty. None of us hold it against you." Genar said.

"I'll be glad when we get
home. I can't wait to get this garbage off my face." Avian
grumbled.

Lotor looked at the black
haired druel with a confused glance.

"He's wearing artificial
stain. If he'd gone in with his true color, he'd have stuck out
like a sore thumb. Unfortunately there are those even among
Namoria's inhabitants who look down on him because of his
heritage. He's not a typical hybrid." Genar said.

"Avian isn't like the
rest of us son." Danzar interjected. "His mother was a
druel hybrid, but his father was from Earth. Unlike us, he
doesn't have the characteristic blue skin. While Avian inherited
the eyes and ears of his mother, he got his skin and hair color
from his father."

"Mut." Avian
growled.

"That's the insult that
most who look down on him use. He's gotten himself into a lot of
trouble because of all the flack he has to deal with." Genar
replied.

"There will be no more
such treatment once I return. He is a grandson of Keltor no
matter what he looks like. My father would never have stood for
such intolerance." Danzar said firmly. He then turned to
Kaladan.

"While you are not blood
related, you are welcome on Namoria, Kaladan. You helped bring my
son back to me. For that I am forever greatful. You may consider
Namoria your home for as long as you wish."

"Thank you. It's been a
long time since I've had anywhere to call home other than a blood
stained pit." Kaladan replied.

"Kezrin, you all right
back there?" Avian asked.

"I'll live." Kezrin
sighed.

"We'll have the
rejuvination chamber ready when we land. You need a few hours to
regain your strength. After that, you're to take it easy,
undestood?" Genar said firmly.

"Yah." Kezrin
replied with a tired breath.

"Father, what is the
challenge I must face in order to claim my grandfather's
spirit?" Lotor asked.

"In order to reconcile
your past Lotor, you must face it. You must face yourself and all
the darkness that hovers over you. Then and only then can you
know the meaning of your destiny." Danzar answered.

"And if I do pass this
test, what then?"

"Then we go to planet
Arus. You and Allura have began healing the wounds between the
two of you, and in that we may be able to heal the wounds between
our families. There may yet be hope for an alliance between Arus
and Namoria." Danzar replied.

"That may be easier said
than done. Allura may be open to the idea of marriage now, but
her friends will most certainly be against it. Not that I can
blame them for feeling that way. All they ever wanted was to
protect her. I always saw them as rivals." Lotor said.

"We will find a way son.
Things are different now. Have faith. It is one of the most
powerful allies one can have." Danzar replied.

"We're approaching the
landing zone. I'll have us docked soon." Avian said
preparing to land the cruiser.

The hatch to the hanger slowly
began to open. Little by little the cruiser began to descend and
enter the hanger. There in the distance of the docking bay stood
princess Leena. She shook with excitement and anticipation as she
waited for the vessle to land. She watched as the cruiser finally
touched the floor and shut off. Then the hatch opened and the
occupants began to emerge. First was Avian, then Genar helping
steady Kezrin as he walked. Then Danzar stepped off the cruiser
followed by Lotor and Kaladan. Leena, no longer to contain her
emotions ran toward her father with tears streaming down her
cheeks. She picked up the edges of her long, purple gown as she
ran. Her ankle length silver cape flowed outward like a flag in
the wind as she hurried toward Danzar. She immediately wrapped
her arms around him.

"Father! Father you're
home! You're finally home!" She exclaimed.

"Yes my daughter, I'm
finally home." Danzar said trying to choke back his own
tears. "Leena, my little girl, you've grown into a beautiful
young woman. Your cousins say you've become a fine
princess."

"I knew you would make it
back father. I'm so glad you're all right. I've dreamed of this
day for so long." Leena sobbed.

"It's all right now
Leena. I'm home now." Danzar said trying to comfort his
daughter. He looked behind him motioning for Lotor to come close.

"Leena, this is your twin
brother Lotor." He continued.

Brother and sister gazed upon
each other for the first time. They were near mirror images of
each other with the exception of gender. With the exception that
Leena was a woman, she resembled Lotor in every other way. Her
skin was sky blue with gold catlike eyes and pointed ears. And
the most notable feature was the long, flowing mane of snow white
hair. It was just a bit longer than Lotor's going to her upper
thighs. The two studied each other for a moment noting the
similarities and the differences. She was a bit smaller and
leaner than he was. He was taller and far more muscular. But no
matter the differences in gender and body type, the two felt like
they were looking at mirror images of themselves.

"Brother?" She asked
with an almost curious tone.

"Yes. I'm your twin
brother." Lotor said trying to sound reassuring.

"And this is Kaladan. He
is a friend and allie. He helped reunite your brother and
I." Danzar said.

Without another moment's
hesitation, Leena let go of her father and embraced her brother.
Lotor was a little suprised by the move, but after a second, he
embraced his sister accepting her welcoming hug. Danzar, Leena,
Lotor and his cousins all stood together as a family for the
first time. They all looked at each other and motioned for
Kaladan to stand with them. While he was not blood related, he
had been warmly welcomed into the family. In the midsts of the
reverly, Kezrin began to feel faint. His knees began to shake as
Genar held him up.

"Come on. Let's get you
into the rejuvination chamber." Genar said.

"Is Kezrin all
right?" Leena asked with concern.

"He'll be fine. He had to
use his powers in battle, so he's feeling a bit drained."
Genar answered.

"Come on son. I'll have a
room made ready for you." Danzar said ushering Lotor and the
others into the castle.

They walked from the hanger
into the main part of the palace. Walking down a long hall that
led to castle interior, Lotor looked at the portraits of what he
assumed to be the royal family. Seven portraits of the elder
children hung upon the walls while smaller portraits of
grandchildren were just a few inches below the elders. His eyes
widened when he saw two large portraits at the end of the hall.
One was of a woman with brilliant silver hair. The other was what
Lotor could have sworn to be a portrait of himself later in life.
Danzar noticed the expression upon his son's face.

"Grandfather." Lotor
said in an astonished voice.

"Yes my son. That is
Keltor. Beside him is his queen and your grandmother,
Loeena." Danzar replied.

Lotor studied the portrait
intensely. He saw the unmistakable resemblence between himself
and his grandfather. A mane of white cascaded down his shoulders,
though it stopped at the middle of his back. Lotor's went well to
his waist. He looked to be in his mid fourties but looked no less
handsome. He wore a deep blue brocaded jacket trimmed in
brilliant silver. His long bangs parted and lifted slightly
upward framing his face. The young prince wondered if this was
what he would look like when he reached middle age.

"Are all these pictures
of his children?" The young prince asked.

"Yes. The elder children
are your aunts and uncles. Keltor had five sons and two
daughters. So there were many grandchildren when they grew
up." Danzar answered. His face grew sad upon the statement.

"There would have been
many many grandchildren and great grandchildren had they all
lived. After the massacre, all but you sister, three cousins and
myself were wiped out. We are all that remains of Keltor's
line."

"There were so many of
them." Lotor said in a silent tone.

"It is up to us to see
that their deaths were not in vain, son. But for now you should
rest. Leena, take Lotor to his room so he can get settled in for
the night."

"All right. Come with me
brother." Leena said leading Lotor from the portrait hall.

"I think we all should
get some rest now. We're going to have a lot to do in the coming
days." Genar interjected as he led Kezrin to his chambers.

"I agree. We will have a
great many things to do starting tomorrow." Danzar said as
he led Kaladan to a room where he could get some rest.

**********************************************************

The next morning Lotor awoke
feeling as he'd slept for years. He rubbed his aching shoulders
and then his face as he moved to sit up in his bed. Pushing the
covers back he shifted his legs so that his feet were on the
floor. He slowly stood up pushing his hair from his face. Walking
over to the window he looked out upon the newly rising sun. He
saw a few puffy clouds surrounding the blindingly bright sphere.
The sky was an explosion of sapphire blue and purple with hints
of red and orange. While it was not the first sunrise he'd ever
seen, it was possibly the most spectacular. Looking down he saw a
sea of green grass and towering trees bearing brilliantly colored
fruit. The emerald landscape was dotted by purple, red and bright
blue flowers.

Turning away from the window,
Lotor walked toward the ornate wardrobe and opened its doors. He
looked at the several pairs of pants and shirts hanging neatly
within it. After a few minutes he got dressed and inspected
himself in the mirror. He chose a pair of royal blue pants and a
sleeveless deep silver tunic. After putting on a knee length pair
of black boots he fixed his hair. Braiding two sections of his
bangs he pulled them to either side of his head and bound them
with a silver chord letting the unbraided section fall loosely to
blend in with the rest of his snow white mane.

As he left his room he heard
footsteps hurrying toward him. "Good morning brother!"
Leena called as she rushed toward him.

"Good morning
Leena." He replied softly.

"Father is waiting for us
in the dining hall. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. You
must be starving." Leena said grabbing Lotor's hand and
hurrying him along side her.

"Let's eat so I can show
you the castle!" She said pulling him with her as she dashed
to the dining hall.

"She's lively." The
young prince thought as he fought to keep up with his sister.

The two joined Danzar and the
others in the dining hall as breakfast was being served. The room
was filled with the smell of freshly baked breads and jams. There
was also a platter full of fruit and berries. They all sat down
and began to eat.

"Are you feeling any
better today Kezrin?" Leena asked.

"Yah. Would have been
nice if I'd actually gotten a hit in on that old witch."
Kezrin grumbled.

"They'll be time for that
soon enough Kezrin." Genar replied.

"Don't worry Kez. Next
time you can kick her...."

"Avian." Genar
growled sternly. "I don't say anything about your language
in battle, but we're not in battle. We're in the presence of our
king and his heirs. Watch what you say here."

"Did you sleep well
son?" Danzar asked.

"Yes. Best sleep I've had
in very long time. To be honest I don't think I've ever slept
that well, at least not when I was sober anyway." Lotor
answered.

"Genar, how is Nomey? Is
she all right?" Leena inquired.

"She's sleeping. The
miscarriage was hard on her, and it may take her a little while
to recover emotionally." Genar answered.

"Nomey?" Lotor asked
a bit confused.

"She's my wife. We've
been trying to have children, and so far things haven't gone very
well." Genar answered.

"Maybe it's just not time
for her to have children yet. It is an uneasy time we live in
right now. Just because there's been no threat to Namoria for a
while doesn't mean we're safe." Leena remarked.

"I fear there may be a
threat to Namoria now. Zarkon will not be happy when he recovers
from the injuries he received. And now that he most likely knows
heirs of my father have survived, he will seek to wipe us out
entirely." Danzar said in a serious tone.

"And now he may have the
means to do it." Kaladan said entering the conversation.

"What is he
planning?" Leena asked.

"Haggar has unveiled her
latest monstrocity, and this one may pose the most serious threat
the galaxy has ever faced. She had a terrible monster brought to
planet Doom from the planet of Azrinos. She called it the dragon
of Azrinos." Lotor answered.

"We saw it first hand.
The beast was covered in some kind of mettalic grey armor. I
don't know if the armor is natural or something of Haggar's
design. But I know it will be trouble for all of us, even my
brother though he's too foolish to realize that." Danzar
said.

"I've heard stories about
this monster. The thing is wild, perhaps too wild for even Haggar
to control. It's said the beast's power is so great those who
first summoned it from the abyss could not control it. An entire
planet was laid to waist by the thing. I've no knowledge to how
the dragon was sealed. Haggar, with all her dark magic found a
way to awaken it." Kaladan explained.

"She's most likely made
this armor to strengthen the beast, as if it needed any help.
It's going to be a formidable foe. But that's not all my uncle
has in mind for the attack against Arus and Voltron. He's been
moving the territories within the Druel empire to align together
with him. He's going to make sure all who stand in his way are
swept into oblivion." Lotor added.

"That is why we must know
if you are the chosen heir. I know you've already been through so
much, but we must know tonight. Do you think you're up to it
son?" Danzar asked.

"I will be tonight."
Lotor answered.

"Father, after we're done
eating I'd like to show Lotor around the castle." Leena
said.

"That would be a good
idea. There will be much to be done after today, and there won't
be time." Danzar replied.

As the morning went on
everyone finished eating and then went about their daily
activities knowing the following days would force a break in
their routines. Avian left for the hanger to work on the old
druel fighter. Kezrin went back to his chambers to have time to
himself as he often did. Genar went to check on Nomey and then on
to his daily meditations. Danzar also took Kaladan on a tour of
the castle along with Leena and Lotor.

The first place the four
stopped was in the palace garden. Leena waved her hand against
the seemingly inpenatrable wall and stood back as it dissapeared.
She led her brother, father and Kaladan into the garden. It
teamed with lush plants and exotic species of flowers. The room
was half the size of the dining hall, which in its own right was
quite spacious. The ground was covered in deep emerald green
grass and soft moss. There were small bushes in colors of red,
purple and a firey golden orange. The flowers bloomed in various
shades of purple, pink and blue with an occassional sprig of red
and yellow. The room itself was circular with the plants growing
in a way to accentuate the shape. Perfectly cut squares of marble
like stone accented the walk ways into the garden. But Lotor's
eyes went right to the center piece of the room. Surrounded by a
crystal clear pond was a statue of a woman sitting on a bed of
moss and small blue and purple blossoms. She was positioned on
her side with her legs loosely bent beside her. In her hands she
gently held a delicate blossom cut from fine crystal. It was in
the shape of a fully bloomed Earth rose. While the material
itself had no color, when the sun struck it brilliant hues of
red, purple, yellow and orange seemed to surge from the object.

The body was carved out of
blue stone signalling she was of druel origin. Her face was
serene as she gazed upon the crystal flower. The eyes were made
of amber and black colored glass. It amazed Lotor how life like
they appeared. Lavender colored hair cascaded down her shoulders
all the way to her waist. A beautiful sheer fabric draped her
body in the form of a simple but elegant shroud like dress. While
the fabric was sheer, it was layered in a way to show her
feminity while covering it at the same time. At the center of the
statue upon the moss covered ground was a small plaque.

"This was your great aunt
Namora. It was her sacrifice that allowed Keltor and those who
fled with him to settle upon this planet. He had this garden made
to honor her memory and her sacrifice. I'm glad to see that it
has survived all these years." Danzar said with a solom
expression.

The four walked up to the
small shrine and looked at the water. Exotic fish swam in the
pond. They were brilliantly colored and swam calmly in their
aquatic domaine. They had long fins that almost seemed to sway
like hair as the fish moved. They were almost serpentine in a way
looking like tiny colored dragons. Unlike the terrifying beast of
Haggar, these little creatures were harmless and had a calming
affect upon those who watched them.

Kaladan looked with a
fascinated expression to see tiny colored stalagtites growing
upward just a few inches from the water's surface. The little
fish would often swim by them and take tiny nibbles from the
objects.

"That's their food. It's
also what gives them their vibrant color. They're only found here
on Namoria. Genar found them many years ago and brought some to
the palace. We placed them here in the garden. He also brought
the crystals that they live off of and started growing them here
in the garden. As long as nothing toxic is placed in the water,
the crystals continue to replenish themselves year after year as
do the fish. I often come here and watch them for hours."
Leena explained.

The four continued their tour
of the castle with Leena as their guide. They would enjoy what
tranquility they had for the moment. The coming days would be
anything but tranquil. The one who needed the distraction the
most was Lotor. That night he would undertake the challenge to
reconcile his past and prove he was the heir chosen to carry
Keltor's spirit. And while they all enjoyed the chance to get
aquainted with each other, they knew a storm would soon be
brewing. Zarkon was injured, but he would not be down for long.
And his wrath would be terrible and without pity.

To be contined...
- 16
- 17
- 18
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