In Every Lost Soul the Bones of a Miracle

Summary: Based on i-see-london-i-see-klance's theory post.

Zarkon had said: "You fight like a Galra soldier." whenever he'd wanted to say, "You fight like my son."

Sometimes death is only "good bye for now" whenever Galra magic gets involved.

Prologue

Altea's fall couldn't come soon enough. How dare Alfor drive him to this! Zarkon clutched his bayard in his hand. They might have stolen his lion from him, but he would be draitaolced if he was letting those traitorous Paladins get a hold of this too. That lion and Voltron were his by rights!

"My lord, someone approaches," Haggar said from her place by his side. The Druid was worth her weight in quintessence. The doors to his throne were were throne in as a messenger appeared.

"Emperor Zarkon, it's Prince Lotor!"

— —

Zarkon stared down at his son in horror. Half the demi-galra's chest was gone, fortunately his heart was mostly intact.

"Do what you must to preserve his life, do I make myself clear?" Zarkon said.

"Of course," Haggar said, "I will do everything in my power."

— — —

Haggar frowned at the readouts. She'd managed to slow down the prince's decline but she had not stopped it. It would not matter what she did. There was no fixing the catastrophic damage to this body. Even bathing him in pure quintessence would not prolong his life; it would only increase his suffering. If the hybrid had only been a little less like his father—No matter. She still had to try to beat death at its own game. Zarkon did not appreciate failure.

— —

She had it, but it was not certain. She could save the Prince's quintessence and it could be placed in a new vessel they could clone from his current body. If she even mishandled the quintessence once, she could lose that forever and never be able to give Zarkon anything more than a cheap copy.

— — —

"So, you've failed."

"Not quite," Haggar said, "His physical body is a loss, but I can preserve his quintessence if I act quickly. We can make him a new body and infuse it with his quintessence giving him life once more."

"How soon can you do this?"

"I already have my best apprentices preparing as we speak. I warn you, this has a greater chance of failure than success. However, everything else I could do is guaranteed to fail."

— — —

Haggar prepared herself as best she could. The quintessence of a particular individual was different than quintessence drawn from crystals or planets. It was more volatile and things could go very wrong because a person's quintessence was also what many religions in space called the soul. Souls were nothing anyone had much experience with.

She would have to remedy this at a later date.

Her apprentices had backed off to allow her to work. This would be the delicate part. Haggar began to chant, and the ground beneath her glowed bright violet. Her hands crackled with energy as she held them over the ravaged body of Prince Lotor. She focused and pulled. His eyes snapped open for the last time as a ball of quintessence flew into her hands, resembling a black ball of flames. This startled her, but the power of the quintessence was also fighting her.

Let me go it seemed to say vibrating in her hands. She wove the spells binding it to this plane but before she could bind it to a temporary vessel it broke free from her grip and her spells. No! She tried to capture it but it was too late, though bound to this universe and unable to pass on to where souls went after death, it was free from her grasp.

Zarkon was not going to be pleased with her at all for this.

— —

"His soul was too powerful to contain, I had barely laid the spells the keep him anchored to this plane whenever he escaped me," Haggar said.

"You are fortunate that your value to me far outweighs my anger at the moment. Fail again, and there will be severe consequences," Zarkon said.

"His soul is still on this plane. In this state, it will seek out a body and the body can be tracked," Haggar said, "My apprentices have volunteered to dedicate their lives to retrieving it."

"Very well."

— — —

Nearly 10,000 years later,

Sarin had searched for nearly ten millennia and no signs of Prince Lotor's soul, until she crashed onto a muddy little planet that the locals "charmingly" referred to as "Earth."

The signature stung her like an electric shock. It was here. On this world. Her life's work, finally realized. She used her illusion to look like a female of the species, and frowned at how old it looked. She hadn't aged that much, had she? Sarin followed the trail to what appeared to be a primitive sentinel station. A pair of violet eyes looked at her and she knew she had the life form. It appeared to be a child male of its kind, it was upset over something. She waited until he was left alone and stole over to him. She'd need to come back for him later, but he looked like every other alien on this planet. Ah. Right, Haggar had planned for it. Perhaps Sarin had aged more than she thought. She pulled a dagger out of her cloak and offered it to the child.

"Keep it with you, your highness," she said. The boy looked at her oddly before she left.

In her haste, Sarin didn't heed the whistles of the large land bound freight moving vehicle. She should have.

— —

If Keith hadn't had the dagger from the strange lady he'd seen, he'd have thought he made her up. Her and her strange language that he could swear he knew what it meant. Oh, there was Mr. Holmes again: the so-cial worker. The four-year-old was too tired and upset to be dealing with this guy. He wanted to go home.

— —

That night, he woke up the other orphans in the orphanage with his screams.

Notes:

Link to the theory post: i-see-london-i-see-klance. tumblr dot co m /

post/148748636585/odd-thought-were-all-familiar-with-the ( - Link is broken up so it will show up)

Like I said in the summary this is based on "i-see-london-i-see-klance"'s post.
In it, basically they outline that Lotor was dying 10,000 years ago and Haggar, while unable to save Lotor's life was able to save his soul and Keith ends up being his reincarnation.

I can hear Lotor from Golion/the Voltron most people in America knew scream at me from a distance.