Me: Hey guys! So not too long ago I read a fanfiction called 'Deeper than Water' by sleapyGazelle and fell in love with it. So I emailed them asking if they were planning on continuing the story and if they weren't if I could continue it for them (and myself). And they said yes! Now there are going to be parts in here that are directly from the original story and I'll make sure to point them all out. So thank you to sleapyGazelle for letting me do this, you are awesome! And thanks to thesearchingastronaut for giving them the idea for the story as well as your permission to allow me to do this!

People say there is the calm before the storm. They're right in some ways. It's quiet, everyone is going along with their day, nothing out of the ordinary in sight. But those who say the old proverb is wrong about one thing.

The once lively white Altean castle roamed silently throughout the space. The halls now empty, the cooks gone, the ballroom with no music, the mice that still roamed the around were unnaturally silent today. In a room far into the castle sat a boy, a prince, not older than an Earth 17 year old, with tan skin, moon white hair, and matching blue markings underneath the deepest blue eyes one could ever see. They were once filled with joy. They were the definition of 'the eyes are the window to the soul' and yet his eyes now were only filled with nothing. No emotion could be found, as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

Lance sat on his bed holding out a small hologram, one that is only a decapheeb old. He lets the memories of the night play in his head on a constant loop as he continues to study the digital photo. The memories, which once used to bring happiness in his life, now only stewed his bloodlust. If one were to walk into his room they would probably assume he was grieving. They wouldn't see his hands shaking as he attempts to control his strength nor would they see his deep blue eyes flicker over to where his bayard laid on his dresser. They would see a boy grieving over his lost love besides a man lusting for the blood of a once former ally.

Lance's grip tightened just thinking of the monster, unconsciously cracking the sides of the small circular projector. The man he had once proudly claimed to be his uncle. The friend he went to for guidance when he was uncomfortable talking to his father. The leader of the most powerful weapon in the universe. The dictator who declared war on the entire galaxy.

The monster who killed his chosen in cold blood.

It took everything in his power to not start crying again. Though he doesn't think he even could with how much he had since that fateful day. Instead he pushed the sadness deep within his very being along with the rest of his emotions besides the small piece of rage that was the only reason for him even being able to move. He needed to save his emotions for the right time. He needed to save his anger for whenever he was able to face his foe once and for all.

Victory or death. It was the Galra's motto and for once, the prince knew that it applied to him as well. He knew that going after Zarkon was most likely going to kill him, it's something his father had warned him about constantly, his sister pleaded for him to stop, his advisor even stepping him trying to convince him otherwise. Lance knew that even if he did kill Zarkon that it will probably be the end for him as well.

There was a sudden shift in the air. Lance didn't know how he could tell but he knew that something had changed from what it was before. The air felt thicker, like everyone was holding their breath, and it rattled him all the way down to his bones. It was quieter than Lance had ever heard anything. It made his leg want to twitch to create some sort of sound but he held himself together not daring the be the first to break the silence.

Before the storm is anything but calm.

He felt the explosion before he heard it. The jewelry and clothes he had laying carelessly around the room flung to the side as the castle tilted slightly from the blast, the hologram disk falling at his feet as he caught himself from face planting into his bed, the lights above him flickered in and out. The boy stood up, his eyes lighting up like a fire for once in a long time, and he darted out of his room. Bayard forgotten.

A sinister grin grew on Lance's face as he raced through the castle. Zarkon had finally arrived to deliver a (not-so) surprise attack. Lance was ready, he knew an attack on the castle was inevitable especially when most of the defenses were elsewhere warding off the majority of Zarkons forces on different worlds. He had his paladin armour ready to go in his pod to get to Blue. He only wished his father would've let him wear it besides his casual royal attire: a white long sleeved tunic with gold lining, matching trousers and shoes, and cape over his shoulders that matched his eyes. He wore very little jewlery: a golden crown sat in the middle of his forehead with a tiny blue jewel, blue stone earrings, a golden brace hugging his upper right arm, and a juniberry pin in place of his regular cape clasp. Yet he knew that his father was keeping a close eye on him so he let the argument drop after being dismissed once.

Another explosion apparently hit causing him to lose balance momentarily but he recovered quickly before he fell and kept on running.

"Lance." His father's voice rang out in his head. Honestly, Lance kept forgetting his earrings could be used for communicating since he used his armour most of the time. Lance stopped in the middle of the hallway right as another explosion hit making sure he had to grab the wall for support.

"I'm on my way to the control room, Father. I will be with you shortly." He replied just about to take off again.

"No, I need you to come to the med bay." The prince stood there perplexed. "It's Allura." Allura? No, no, no, no, no, no. With a new determination, the prince continued running but instead heading over to the med bay. It was just as long of a journey there as it was to the control room but instead of turning right at the training deck, he turned left. The doors opened before he could run into them to reveal the med bay. A circular room with a control panel in the middle, surrounding it was grey panels on the floor which Lance knew were hiding cryopods.

Just like the one that was holding Allura.

His sister stood in a cryopod, the glass making her look like she was bathing in blue. Her long white hair fell to a little past her chest, she wore her long sleeved white dress under a blue tunic top, matching pink marking under-what Lance knew to be-her blue eyes that reminded him of a Balmara's crystal, purple earrings, and a crown resting in the middle of her forehead that matched his own. What was truly surprising was that it looked like she didn't have a scratch on her.
In front of Allura's pod stood King Alfor, his father, in his Altean armour filled with gold and white, matching blue marking under his blue eyes, and a cape just a shade lighter than Lance's sat on his shoulders. He looked very intimidating to everyone, including his son who knew his father to be very nice and gentle. But now was not the time for him to be Lance's father. Now was the time for him to be Altea's king.

Next to Alfor stood Coran. A man only a few years younger than Alfor, with bright orange hair, a matching mustache, matching blue markings under his blue eyes wearing his usual dark blue suit. Both men watched as Lance stumble his way towards them as the explosions outside of the castle became more frequent with grave faces.

"W-what happened?" Lance croaked out once he was able to reach them.

"When Zarkon first started attacking Allura fell at hit her head." Alfor explained sadness seeping into his voice. Lance found that strange but did not think much on it.

"What's her status?"

"She'll be fine. But there was another reason why I asked you here." Lance stood up straighter, knowing his father's 'King' voice when he heard it. "Our shields won't hold for much longer and when they go there is no doubt that Zarkon will board the castle. I plan on making sure that does not happen by going to his ship myself while Coran brings you and Allura to a nearby planet." Lance's eyes widened as his father continued. "The lions have been sent away and I am planning on making Zarkon believe I had destroyed them-"

"Woah, woah, woah, woah!" Lance interrupted waving his hands in front of him. The rage he had built up earlier started to surface once again as he replayed Alfor's words in his head. "You cannot seriously think that I will calmly sit by while you go after Zarkon. No one's blade but mine should be able to taste his blood." Alfor and Coran shared a concerned look before turning back to the fuming boy.

"I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter." Lance couldn't get a word out before Alfor zapped his temple almost immediately bring darkness upon him. "I love you, son."

The first thing he felt was the icy chill of the healing pod mixing with the outside air as the pod opened. The memories of that night quickly infiltrated his head waking him up instantly not realizing he was falling over until a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and he landed on a hard chest. It took a second for him to gather his bearings before looking up and his eyes meeting a pair of greyish purple ones.

Me: That's it for the first chapter! I'm thinking of changing the name just a little bit just so people can tell the difference between the two. But tell me what y'all think! Honestly I am in LOVE with this chapter and I really hope you are too because this is my first Klance fic that I'm actually posting on and AO3. Plus I spent like two hours listening to depressing piano music so I could get a feel for what I wanted in the beginning. Please don't leave flames on my stories, constructive criticism is highly appreciated and will be taken into account but if someone comments with "this story sucks ass" or what not I will flame you right back. I love you guys 3 !