The Greatest Gift Part Nine
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The Greatest Gift
A Voltron Adaptation by MoiraOriginal story by Philip Van Doren Stern
Story adaptation for the big screen by Frank Capra
Further adapted by me, borrowing from both the authors’ classic tails.
This is a stand alone tale, not pertaining to any other story I have done.Legal Stuff
Voltron, Defender of the Universe and its characters property of World Events Productions, Ltd. ‘The Greatest Gift’ originally written by Philip Van Doren Stern. Story adapted for the big screen by Frank Capra. This story is for entertainment purposes only. Original characters and storyline are property of the author, please do not use, reproduce, or repost without permission.Rating NC17
The NC17 rating due to sexual situations, violence, drug use, and strong language.
So, if you don’t care for that kind of stuff, stop now! You’ve been warned.
And yes, even with all that, is really is a Christmas tale.So, if you dare, grab a fresh box of Kleenex, a cup of cider, dim the lights, and dive in.
The Greatest Gift
A Voltron Christmas Tale
Part Nine
The HuntThe klaxons are going off all over the castle and Nanny is racing full-out to where she last saw the princess, finding her in the hall. “Come Princess we must find shelter, we’re under attack.” She tugs at Allura’s arm, leading her down the hall.
“Oh Nanny, not again!”
“Make way!” A voice yells out, giving them just enough time to get out of the way as the Voltron force charges down the hall to the observation deck.
“What’s going on?” Allura asks as she starts to run down the hall after them.
“Princess, Princess, come back! It’s much to dangerous…” Nanny runs after her. I’ve got to get her into hiding! She has reached Allura when she hears a booming voice echoing through the open door of the observation deck. “I am Crown Prince Lotor… son of King Zarkon, the ruler of planet Doom. I come to tell you your planet has only one chance to escape destruction.”
Allura reaches the doorway as Nanny rushes up behind her. Nanny finally seeing where the voice is coming from. Hovering just outside the window is a lone fighter, a blue-skinned man at the controls, who is intently staring at Allura, instantly captivated. Nanny panics. I’ve got to get her out of here! But Allura is too petrified, too caught in the intruders gaze to notice Nanny’s alarm.
“And who are you my pretty?” Lotor asks.
Allura starts to shake. “I…I am Princess…Allura. “
“Allura! What the hell are you doing here?” Captain Rick turns on her, “Get her out of here!” He barks at Nanny. “This is no place for a princess!”
“Princess…hmmmm.” Lotor smiles at Allura for a moment, consuming her with his eyes. “I have an offer to stop all fighting… to establish peace and cooperation between our planets.”
Captain Rick turns back to face Lotor. “I’m listening.”
“I ask that one of the Voltron force fight me man to man.”
“That’s it?” Rick scoffs.
“If man can prove his strength over me, King Zarkon will allow you to live in peace forever. Believe me, princess, on my oath as a Crown Prince, I speak the truth.”
Rick turns back around shooting Allura an angry look. “GO!” Nanny tries to pull Allura out of the room, but Allura is frozen in fear. All Nanny can do is watch the proceedings.
“Are the Voltron force all cowards? Isn’t there a brave one among you?”
“I’ll make you eat that!” Rick brandishes a fist at Lotor.
“Oh? What do I call you?” Lotor asks.
“I am Rick Jamison, Captain of the Voltron Force!”
“Very well, meet me at once at Devils Canyon and come by yourself.”
“Just try and stop me!” Captain Rick yells back.
Lisa moves closer. “Rick, it’s got to be a trap. Are you crazy?”
“Yeah.” Hunk adds. “He’s just trying to get you out in the open.
Shannon steps up too. “Captain, let me go instead.”
“No me.” Pidge adds.
“No, I’ll go.” Rick turns to face his team. “I know his kind, a big spoiled royal pain.” He shoots Allura another look. “He’s just a bunch of hot air. I won’t be long.” He crosses to the door pausing to glare at Nanny. “And will you get her below already! I don’t have time to be protecting a damn princess!”
Nanny scowls. Yes, the man has every right to be angry but he shouldn’t talk to a the Princess that way. “Come Allura, we must go below.” She grabs Allura by the arm finally breaking into Allura’s trance and they head for the shelters deep underneath the castle.
Nanny locks them into one of the underground bunkers several levels below ground. “Come, my Princess.” Nanny leads Allura to a sofa. “We can watch on the monitors.”
“Nanny, I’m so scared. That man… he said he was Zarkon’s son. His eyes…his eyes were so…”
“Shhhh, Princess. I’m sure the Captain and the rest of the Voltron Force will keep us safe.” Nanny cradles Allura in her arms praying that she is right.
Allura and Nanny continue to sit huddled together on the sofa and watch the video feed from castle control as different views of Arus flash on the screen.
“Rick, come in.” Shannon’s voice can be heard on the monitor, but there is no response on the other end. Nanny can then see the four pilots running to their chutes. “You see, it won’t be long now, Princess.” She fakes a smile, hoping to comfort the frightened Allura. And that’s when it happens… Nanny and Allura, watching from the castle’s monitors, see the last few moments of a battle playing out in Devils Canyon, two figures battling it out with only swords finally come into view. The two locked in a dance of steel, one obviously playing with the other, just drawing out the fight. Oh god no! Nanny thinks just as Lotor ends the game and Captain Rick is speared through his heart. Allura lets out a blood curdling scream as the body of the Voltron commander slowly falls to the ground, Lotor standing above laughing, the blood dripping from his sword.
Nanny grabs Allura in her arms shielding her face from the image on the screen. Nanny knows what this means. Voltron is now lost to them but she dare not tell Allura. Nanny rocks the Princess to quiet her, just like she did when she was a child, but she keeps her eyes on the screen. The view changes again and a distant form approaches, a giant, a Robeast. As the camera again zooms in, Nanny recognizes the figure… Yurak? Yurak is a Robeast? The Lions then converge and a huge battle ensues.
The two sit wrapped around one another as the ground starts to shake under them, dust raining down from above. The lights begin to flash on and off and then darkness. All noises cease as all the equipment in the castle looses power. It is deathly quiet. “Nanny, Nanny what’s happening?” Allura whispers. A few moments pass before the emergency lighting eventually flickers on. They both jump as the door to the bunker begins to grind open sending the two into a sheer panic.
“Princess, we must hurry.” Coran’s voice can be heard from the other side bringing an instant relief. “They’re in the castle!”
“Oh no!” Nanny cries. “Come Princess.” She leads Allura to the door, they squeeze out and begin to run down the hall with Coran and two guards. They must reach the tunnels before…
“Stop right there!” A now all to familiar voice calls out.
“Run Princess!” Coran yells.
“Bad advice!” Lotor laughs, levels his gun and without any hesitation pulls the trigger. Nanny watches in horror as Coran drops lifeless to the floor, Lotor’s men taking down the two castle guards as well. Lotor smiles mockingly. “I said stop.” He laughs and slowly walks up to the fallen Coran kicking him with his boot.
Nanny shoves Allura, “Run child, run.” They both race down the hall and into the tomb of Alfor, struggling to close the doors as Lotor’s maniacal laughter gets louder and louder.
“You can run… but I will find you, my beauty.” He calls down the hall.
Lotor and his men reach the door well before the women can close it. He smiles into the tomb. “Well now, isn’t this cozy.”
“You stay back!” Nanny holds her fists out in front of her as Allura stumbles backwards, making her way up to the royal crypt.
“Father! Father! Help us!” Allura cries.
Lotor just laughs as he steps through the door, but before his foot hits the sacred ground a forceful wind kicks up almost blowing him over. He staggers backwards into the hall to regain his balance, lifting his hand up to shield his eyes. When the wind stops he drops his hand and brushes his now disheveled hair roughly back in place. He looks up to see the ghostly image of King Alfor now blocking the doorway. “Ahhhhh, the infamous King Alfor. Hahahahaha!” Lotor takes a step forward only to be met by a ghostly hand warding him off.
“You are not welcome here!” The ghost bellows, wind coming from his mouth as he speaks.
Lotor braces himself against the wind. “And what are you going to do to stop me?” He sneers back.
The ghost grows in size his eyes beginning to glow. He reaches out to Lotor, his hand almost at the Prince’s neck, when suddenly he yells out in an ear-shattering, agonizing cry, clutching at his right arm. The arm appears to shimmer and distort as the ghost of Alfor cradles it.
Lotor laughs. “It appears you are more connected to your precious Lions than I thought.” Lotor again steps forward.
The ghost reaches out with its shimmering right arm still clutching at it with his left. “Stop!” He bellows. But then he drops to his knees as his left leg buckles beneath him.
Lotor’s eyes gleam as he watches the image of the former king of Arus crumple before him and then slowly dissolve away. He starts to laugh, a raucous laugher that sends shivers all through Nanny. “Hahahaha… Oh Princesses, it looks like your father had to go.” He continues to laugh as he enters the tomb.
Nanny watches Allura duck behind the crypt and then she herself turns on Lotor, Allura’s last defense. “You beast! You have no right to…”
Lotor flashes her his most dashing smile. “I have every right…” He outstretches his arms to the heavens and bellows. “For I am your new King!” His eyes then land on the crypt, where he last saw Allura and he purrs. “Now…where is my queen?”
“You monster!” Nanny runs at him, fists flying, and starts wailing on him. He takes several good blows before eventually gaining an upper hand on her, his guards standing around in amusement. He grabs hold of one of her arms and with a swift twist, rips it, dislocating the joint completely. Nanny screams out in agony, cradling her limp arm to her. Lotor then lets loose a vicious roundhouse kick, her dropping her to the floor.
Lotor stands up straight, rubs his now swelling jaw and spits out some blood. He smirks. “Now…were is my princess?”
Nanny tries to drag herself up… she has to stop him…but he must have broken her legs with his kick. Her body starts to go numb, the pain fading as numbness takes over. She tries to scream out a warning but cannot find the breath, each one coming in short agonizing bursts. All she can do is watch from the ground. His guards move in around her, all laughing like their master.
Lotor himself is slowly ascending the stairs to Alfor’s crypt. “Oh Princess? Princess…?” The guards all laugh.
Nanny’s worst imagined hell begins to play out before her eyes as Lotor reaches the top. He reaches down behind the crypt and grabs hold of a handful of blond hair, dragging Allura out of her hiding space. “Why are you hiding my lovely?” Nanny watches as Lotor pulls the petrified Allura to him. “You are exquisite… hmmmm.” Lotor purrs as he breathes in the sent of Allura’s hair. “You will be my queen.” He kisses her full on the mouth, Allura squirming to get free from his firm grasp. He continues to kiss her, consuming her, growing more and more frenzied, spurred on by her attempts to get away and the hoots and hollers of the other men in the room. He is soon flushed and gasping for breath. “You… will be mine, my princess, all mine…”
Nanny can’t bear to watch. She tries and tries to scream out to Allura. “Fight him! Get away from him! Allura fight!” But nothing comes from her lips. She tries again to get up, pain ricocheting through her whole body, but she is soon halted by a boot to her shoulders forcing her broken body back down to the floor. “My Baby…” Nanny cries, but no one can hear. “My baby!” Her eyes then see the horror of Allura, being thrown towards Alfor’s crypt, her dress being torn and pushed out of the way as she is bent over the crypt itself. “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” Nanny’s silent scream rings out only in her head and she forces her eyes shut, trying to close out the hell that is now playing out. But she can’t, for as soon as Nanny’s own screams fade they are replaced by the tortured screams of Allura and the cheering laughter of the men around her. Screams… laughter…grunts and groans fill Nanny’s mind for what feels like eternity. Even the smell s unbearable torture… Eventually there is silence. A deathly silence. Then… the limp body of her princess is tossed down beside Nanny’s as the booming voice of Lotor fills the room. “Meet your new Queen! Hahahahaha….”
Nanny slowly wakes from her nightmare the nightmare that has plagued her ever since that day. She walks over to Allura’s room opening the door, only to find it empty. Allura never returned. What has that monster done to her now? Nanny collapses into a chair and begins to weep.
Soon Allura enters the room and rushes up to her. “Nanny? Are you alright?”
“Baby, my baby! Oh what a fright. I thought…” Nanny looks her over closely, inspecting her from head to toe. “You’re okay?”
“Nanny, I’m fine. It was…he was that man… one of the off-worlders. Nanny, he…he…”
“Oh my baby!” Nanny looks utterly horrified.
“No Nanny, we just talked….all night…until…”
“Until?”
“Until we fell asleep. Nanny he is a good man, but troubled I can feel it He he’s…”
“Princess?”
“Nanny do you think he could be…? Father said a man would come and free me from my pain. Do you think…?”
“Allura, you shouldn’t get your hopes up all about some strange off-worlder you don’t even know. He is a man, just like the rest of them.”
“Nanny do you think he would teach me… teach me how to fight? Like Father said?”
Nanny pales. All her life she has kept Allura away from any sort of fighting and look where that’s led her, to her enslavement. Raped and then thrown away. Nanny often wonders what if… What if she had relented and let Allura learn to fight all those years ago. Would it have been different? Could she have gotten away from that fiend?
Allura lets out a tired yawn.
“You must still be tired, Princess.” She leads her to the bed. You get your rest. We can talk later.”
Nanny tucks in her princess, giving her a light kiss on the forehead she goes and hangs up the cloak, checking the pockets but only coming up with empty vials. The blue numbing liquid all consumed. He shoulders slack and she sighs heavily as she heads off to acquire some more for her baby, the only thing that has helped Allura survive this life of slavery.
Nanny reaches the royal chambers knowing Merla will not be there this time of day. Merla must not know of Allura’s blue comfort. She approaches a side entrance and knocks twice. A servant opens the door and she is ushered into Lotor’s private chambers. She walks into his lounge and there sits Lotor reclining on a large sofa. He smiles slyly. “Good morning, Nanny. And how may I…?”
“You know why I’m here.” She can hardly look at the man.
Lotor laughs. “So did my little princess perform well last night?” He laughs again as he stands and walks to a cupboard. Unlocking it, the takes out a small box which he shoves at Nanny’s good arm. Lotor smiles coyly at Nanny. “Have her come to me tonight after the tournament. Her King wishes it.”
“Yes, your Majesty.” Nanny bows and slowly backs away, leaving his chambers. Her whole body shudders as she hears Lotor’s fiendish laughter echoing down the hall.
Nanny makes her way along the castle’s corridors, clutching the box closely to her breast, Allura’s salvation inside. The one thing Lotor provides for her that brings her comfort. If Merla ever found out... Why he does it, Nanny doesn’t know… Is she easer to control drugged or is it a guilt over bringing Allura to suicide all those years ago?
Nanny rounds another corner and enters a large central room and that’s when she sees him for the first time, the stranger Allura was with. It must be him. Tall, dark-haired, human, clad in red and black with a crowd of warriors gathering around him. She finds a quiet corner to hide in and watches. The man is quite regal in his bearing. Could he be royalty?
“My Lord” A soldier enters and the man turns to him. “Lotor sends word he wishes for you to join him on his hunt today.“
The other warriors all gasp. Lotor rarely takes anyone on his hunts. It is a true honor indeed. They all start mumbling and muttering, several looking quite perturbed. The stranger turns to the messenger. “I accept the invitation.” He gracefully bows. And at that Nanny gasps… A lord… and with manners to boot. And, he has Lotor’s ear. Maybe just maybe… He might just be the one the late Alfor spoke of to Allura in her dreams. Nanny slowly makes her way through the crowd, walking right up to him and bumps into him slightly. She looks into his eyes with hers and gestures for him to follow her, which he hesitantly does.
Al said Lotor would be inviting him on this hunt so Keith accepted without much thought. He just wants this nightmare to be over. What on Arus could Lotor be hunting? He shudders at his only conclusion. Keith is still fighting the nagging image of Allura’s gaunt and used body, an image that is now burnt in his mind. He can’t seem to get away from it. Keith was lost in thought when a bent over scrawny woman knocked into him, taking him by surprise. Her eyes seemed so familiar yet he couldn’t place them. They could belong to anyone is this crazed delusion of his. Only one way to find out…. He follows her out of the room and down a side hall.
“Can I trust you?” The woman’s voice asks and with those few words Keith’s world comes crashing down again. “N….N…Na…Nanny?” He breathes… This gaunt, old, broken woman is Nanny? Yet the voice is unmistakable. He approaches her and bows before her. “My allegiance is to the rightful ruler of this planet…the rightful ruler…your Princess.”
Nanny can’t quite believe what she just heard and looks utterly bewildered. “How…? Who are you?”
He straightens himself. “I am Keith Paladin…and you are?”
Nanny is taken aback by the man. He is everything she had dreamed of for her princess and there he is standing right before her. Allura herself seemed so taken with him. She can now see why. Would he?… Could he be the one to free Allura from this hell? It must be him! Nanny pleads with the stranger. “You must help my mistress…take her away, teach her to fight so no man can ever imprison her again. Please? I beg you! You must help her!”
A soldier approaches, sending Nanny into a panic. The soldier bows. “My Lord, will you come this way? The horses are waiting.”
Keith turns back to Nanny but she’s gone. “Where did…?”
“Where did what sir?” The soldier asks.
“The woman that…” Keith looks all around. “Never mind, lead on.”
“My Lord.” Al seems to appear out of nowhere moving to Keith’s side.
“That was Nanny?”
“Yes.”
“Nanny?” Keith gestures with his hands to illustrate Nanny’s normal girth.
“Yes, the very same.”
“It can’t be. That Nanny wants me to take Allura away with me!”
“And that surprises you?”
“Well…um…”
“Ahh, Lord Paladin. I trust you had a good night.” King Lotor approaches.
Keith pulls upon every bit of self-control he can muster. “It was agreeable.”
“HAHAHAHA! She is lovely isn’t she? You should have seen her before.”
“Before?” Keith tries not to growl.
“Ah, her beauty I am sad to say has faded along with her planet’s.” Lotor puts his arm around Keith’s stiffening shoulders. “Come, there are still areas which I have protected from progress. Lets see what we can chase up shall we?”
Keith allows himself to be led outside. There, two giant draft warhorses await them, covered in armor. Eight guards are already mounted up and at the ready.
Lotor grins. “I assume you know how to ride?” As he deftly swings up into the saddle.
“I think I might remember.” Keith walks up to the remaining steed and mounts as well.
“I will be awaiting your return, my Lord.” Al bows humbly.
Four mounted guards lead the way, Keith and Lotor ride side by side behind them, the other four guards bringing up the rear. They ride off over the bridge across the large sea of tarmac that used to be a forest… through the ruins of a town. All the while Lotor continually bragging about this and that, Keith hardly paying any attention at all, to busy trying to place where on Arus he is. Everything that once was is literally gone, wiped away. Every geographical landmark has changed, or been outright destroyed. They ride for a good hour before they reach green.
“This is my little game preserve. Do you like it?”
Game preserve? Keith still can’t fathom what on Arus Lotor would think was worth hunting.
As if hearing the question Lotor continues. “The indigenous life forms on this world were a bit lackluster to say the least, so I had some imported. Best part is they keep the rebel native population in check as well. Oh how I love nature.”
Keith grows cold to it all. Not wanting to think about the meaning of Lotor’s offhanded remarks. They slowly enter the wood. A little piece of Arus still remains at least. Keith can ear the sound of running water from a nearby spring. There is also the sound of birds, insects, and small animals as they go about their foraging. Soon they are completely engulfed in the forest and Keith can almost forget where he is... until he speaks again.
“Just ahead we might get lucky. There is a clearing where they normally stalk their prey.”
“They?” Keith asks.
Lotor smiles. “You’ll see.”
They reach the clearing and the guards fan out on either side, halting at the perimeter. A huge gouge has been cut through the forest, ancient trees sheered completely off unnaturally creating the clearing. Keith can see amongst the re-growth bits and pieces of metal gleaming in the sun and in the distance a burnt out twisted hull of a ship now overgrown with vegetation.
Lotor motions for all to be quiet and points off into the clearing. At first Keith doesn’t see it, but then it moves just ever so slightly. Something is lying in wait in the tall grass. Something big. Something Keith has never seen before.
Lotor quietly dismounts taking his sword in one hand, a dagger in the other. Grinning like a kid in a candy store he begins to stalk it. The thing, whatever it is, has its attention focused in a small boar-like animal grazing and doesn’t see, hear or smell the King’s approach. Keith realizing they had entered the clearing downwind so as not to alert anything to their presence. Once Lotor gets within twenty feet of the beast, instead of sneaking up the rest of the way, Lotor stands to his full height and lets out a roar. The thing leaps up, springing into the air and lands teeth and claws bared, ready to pounce on Lotor.
Keith is taken aback. The thing is just like a giant saber-toothed cat from Earth’s own past, but it is absolutely huge. It’s shoulders are easily eight feet tall even in its crouch. Its camouflage is almost perfect, striped like a tiger, but in the very same shades of green as the grass in which it was hiding. That to Keith meant one thing, it’s usual pray must see in color unlike most animals… Human… Keith moves to dismount but one of the guards stops him. “Lotor always gets first blood.”
Fine by me Keith thinks as he shakes his head. He’s welcome to it. Lotor deftly dodges, evading the big cat’s long claws.
Lotor eventually brings the animal down, his body covered in the cat’s blood. He then raises his head to the heavens and lets out a roar of victory. “Hahahahaha, now that was a good fight.” Lotor laughs as he begins cleaning his blades on the anima’s skin. I want this one’s hide!” He barks at his men who obediently ride forward, dismount and begin skinning the animal for their king.
Keith rides up and dismounting with them to get a better look at the beast. He walks up to the fallen cat. The thing is absolutely gigantic, he can’t help but to imagine what such a thing would do to the people still living on Arus.
“Beautiful animal isn’t it?” Lotor approaches, cloth in hand, wiping the blood from his face. “Yes, the giant cats of Neebor. Just had to bring some here, they are so well suited for life here on Arus. Next one’s yours.” Lotor grins putting his arm around Keith shoulders. “You are fine with seconds?” Lotor laughs, giving Keith a joking shove. “Speaking of seconds, how did you like my little princess?”
Keith feels the hair instantly rise up on his neck his whole body tensing up.
“You should know. I don’t let just anybody have her, you see she is rather special to me…My sweet, innocent, pure, virginal princess….HAHAHAHA… well she was… HAHAHAHA…”
Keith ties to keep his cool about him. He starts to walk towards the burnt out wreckage at one end of the clearing, but Lotor follows him, always the gracious host. Keith tries to tune out the boasting but he can’t and some deep, buried, dark part of him begins stirring to life and with every heartbeat it grows and grows and grows.
“She was the most beautiful vision I had ever seen…” Lotor continues as they walk. Thick golden hair that you just wanted to grab onto, skin like the finest porcelain, eyes as blue as the deepest sea, and a body… oooh ho ho…you should have seen it, she was… well… exquisite…” Lotor pauses to kick a large piece of wreckage. “I was going to make her my queen, but that witch…!” Lotor stops his hands becoming fists. “I give her the gift that is my seed and she repays me not two hours later by trying to gouge it out of her with my own sword! Luckily Haggar was able to save her life, but the bitch could no longer carry life in her womb. And I ask you… what kind of Queen is that?”
Keith freezes in his tracks his whole body shaking. The scar on Allura’s belly… the scar… The rage begins to boil to the surface. His eyes become slits as he looks down at the ground trying to latch on to what little bit of control he has left. He focuses on a gleaming piece of metal. And then it registers exactly what he is looking at… His head snaps up. Half buried in the trees is the disembodied head of the Yellow Lion. Keith spins around taking it all in. All around him are thousands of sparking pieces of metal twinkling in the light of the sun. All of it, pieces of the Yellow Lion. Keith’s demonic eyes land on Lotor, gritting his teeth. He is on fire, deciding the Yellow’s resting pace is the perfect resting place for Lotor too. Keith unceremoniously draws his sword and attacks without warning, catching the King completely unprepared. Lotor dives to evade as the sword just nicks his arm.
“What! You dare attack me! I am Lotor… King of…”
“Oh shut up…” Keith lunges at him, slashing again with his sword and taking a hunk of cloth with him. He smiles as he notices pleasingly that there is also blood dripping from its tip. “Ahhhhh…first blood… how nice.“ Keith charges in again, bade held aloft, ready to strike.
Lotor trips over wreckage as he tries to gain some distance and draw his sword. Keith is almost on him again. The guards having noticed, start running towards them with their guns drawn. Lotor and Keith are soon caught up in a frenzy of attacks each meeting the blade of the other, Lotor’s face contorted in panic, while Keith’s remains focused and intent. They break apart, each circling the other.
A guard behind Lotor sees his chance, lining up a shot and takes it. Keith tries to dodge, but the shot hits his leg, dropping him to his knees.
“Idiot!” Lotor growls and elbows the guard in the nose almost knocking the man out. “He’s mine! Do you hear me…? MINE!” The guard staggers back, holding his bloodied nose.
Keith looks at the ground, adrenaline kicking in full force. “YOU…” He slowly looks up meeting Lotor’s yellow eyes. “…You defiled MY princess…for that… you must die…” Keith slowly rises to his feet, blood pouring out of the wound on his leg, as he levels his sword at Lotor.
Suddenly spears begin raining down on them from directions one striking soundly into one of the guards. The guards, quickly going on the offensive begin shooting wildly into the grass all around them. “Sir, quickly we must retreat! Two of them grab Lotor and race him to the horses while the others lay down cover fire.
Keith tries to run after Lotor ready for the kill, dodging spears as he goes but his wounded leg is not getting him very far. Another guard is taken down by a spear as they make their hasty retreat quickly getting their King onto his horse and spiriting him away.
The spears stop flying as Keith is left alone in the field with two dead guards. Looking all around then he sees … the grass it’s alive… but alive with what? He readies his sword and slowly turns. All around him wild men stand, each clad in the camouflaged pelts of the giant green saber cats, each with a spear at the ready. One boldly approaches him, looking more like a giant grizzly than a man. He steadily walks up to Keith slowly getting closer and closer. By the look of him, he could crush Keith with just his bare hands. Keith holds his sword ready to strike. Well if this is how I go, so be it. The beast man’s eyes seem to pierce right through him, the only feature he can see from under the head of the cat perched atop his head and though the overgrowth of unkempt hair. The man readies his spear and nods.
Keith suddenly feels a heavy blow to his head and everything fades as his body hits the ground.
End of part nine
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