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"Princess Allura is something bothering you?" he asked after their training session in the Black Lion a week later.

"No,"

"You're not very good at lying."

"Well, I am still convinced that woman in med bay is Diana."

"I sincerely hope you are right that she is Diana."

She hesitated, "Tell me about Ice. How well did you know her?"

"Lance and I met her at the Academy in tactical training. She had no memories of her past, but she could she fly. It seemed to be natural to her. I came to know her as Diana also. She had told me that her home was Arus. We spend a lot of time together. We graduated a little over a year ago. The last time that I saw her, she was boarding a transport to come back to Arus to try and piece together her past."

Allura paled," Do you think that she's been on Doom all this time?"

"She could have been."

"Oh my, how horrible," she gasped.

"How can you be sure that she is your sister?"

"Well, Nanny says that on Diana's right forearm on the flat," Allura grazed the area on her own arm, "just above her wrist; there is a mark that cannot be duplicated though I think Coran fears that Haggar might have found a way to. She received it when she was a small child. Diana and her betrothed were magically 'branded' at the same time, so their marks fit together."

"What does the mark look like?" He asked quietly. His mind was racing.

"Together it will look like a lion." Allura stared at him curiously, "Keith, are you all right? Your face has gone white as a ghost."

"Yea, I'm fine." He slid down to the stone bench in the garden. "Could this mean--?" His thoughts were jumbled as he unconsciously grazing his forearm with his thumb through the fabric of his shirt.

"Let's go check on Diana." Allura suggested, as she pulled him to his feet interrupting his thoughts.

"Okay," he smiled, but his mind was racing. "Diana and I share the mark that I have cursed for so long! We have been destined to be together and we didn't even know it."

The pair quickened their pace as they neared the med wing. The doctor was just leaving the room as they approached.

"Doctor, how is she doing?"

"Surprisingly, she is already improving. The swelling is going down. At this rate, soon she should be able to breathe on her own."

"Can we see her?"

"Of course, you may."

They entered her room silently. Keith stayed with her long after Allura had left. Slowly, he rolled up his sleeve. Turning her wrist over, he laid his beside hers. A warm feeling traveled up his arm and soon the mark on his wrist began to glow.

Suddenly, alarms started blaring and Diana's body became tense. Her unseeing eyes were open, but were filled with fear, pain and horror.

"Dr. Gorma! Come in here! Something is happening!" Keith exclaimed breaking contact with her as if she was on fire. Diana continued to thrash until Dr. Gorma raced in and removed the respirator tube from her throat. Slowly, she calmed down. Finally, her eyes closed slowly. She relaxed again, taking a deep breathe on her own.

"Wow! That was intense." Keith whispered. "What happened?"

"I'm not sure." Dr. Gorma murmured, looking over the monitors. "Her iron will, I suppose. I have only seen one other person bounce back this quickly and that's you, Commander."

"Can I stay with her a little while longer?"

"Sure, but why? Do you know her?"

"I want to believe that I do. She looks like a pilot that I went to the Academy with. Her call sign was 'Ice', but I also knew her as Diana."

After the doctor left, Keith sat down, but he was afraid to touch her. Cautiously, he traced her hand with his index finger. Finally, he took her limp hand in his again. His arm tingled a little but no alarms blared and Diana did not react. Now he had his answer. Destiny had smiled on them.

The next morning, Lance and Allura found him still sitting at her bedside now fast asleep. His cheek rested lightly on her hand.

"Boy, he is going to stiff when he wakes up." Lance laughed softly.

"Let him be. He barely sleeps enough as it is." Allura hissed. The pair tiptoed out of the room.

Keith awoke suddenly. Diana was trembling. She was having a nightmare. Her face was rigid and her chin was set defiantly.

"Diana, you are safe now. You are on Arus." Keith whispered in her ear. "You are home." He repeated.

Diana barely heard him, her mind was still held captive in the dungeons of Doom.

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Zarkon had towered in front of her. "You continue to lead my slaves in these futile attempts to escape. As their leader, I now crown you their Princess. You will suffer all the punishment." Her humiliation was still raw as she remembered being stripped naked and whipped in front of the large arena crowd. Then she had been dressed in a tight fitting, long flowing heavy, gaudy orange dress. A heavy over sized crown was placed on her head. She closed her eyes on the jeering crowd. She focused her attention on the burning pain in her back to help her stay upright. She refused to show any weakness. Finally, Zarkon grew tired of her and allowed her to be taken away.

It had taken everything that she had had in her to stay upright as she was dragged back to the cell that she shared. Finally, the guards shoved her into the dark room. As the door closed, she fell to her knees. Several women caught her and carried her to the nearest pallet.

"I need some water." A middle aged blonde-haired woman ordered softly. "Help me take this off," She noticing that blood was already seeping through the fabric of the dress.

"Oh my," gasped a petite brown-haired girl as she saw the angry red gashes across Diana's back.

"We need some medicine and bandages."

"I will fetch some." Romelle volunteered.

"Thank you."

Diana briefly opened her eyes. The Blonde leaned down and whispered. "Don't worry, Princess we will take care of you."

"Ally," Diana whispered softly then she groaned as someone began to clean her wounds, sending painful shockwaves through her body.

"We have to free her from this place. If this keeps up Zarkon will kill her."

"We will. After we have attended to her wounds, we will plan for this time we cannot fail."

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Slowly her deep wounds began to heal. For the last, several weeks if the alarms weren't blaring or if he wasn't at Castle Control for his watch, the team would find Keith with Diana.

Having just finished his shift in Castle Control, Keith strode down the hallway to med bay. "Good evening, Diana." He murmured softly as her took her hand.

It was about midnight, and Keith was beginning to doze off when he felt her tense. Then he heard her moan softly. "Diana?" he exclaimed questioningly, as he stood up.

Her heavy eyes fluttered open. "Keith?" she croaked.

"I'm here." He squeezed her hand gently.

"Oh-"she moaned after trying to move slightly. "I feel like I've gone ten rounds with a ro-beast."

"Well, you are safe now. Welcome home, Angel Eyes."

"Home?" she stared at him, "Arus?"

"Yes, Arus, Have you been able to remember anything?"

"Some. I tried to come back a long time ago but . . ." her voice broke.

"Zarkon?" he asked.

"Yes." Pent up, tears slid silently down her bruised cheeks. "I began to remember some things with the help of a few prisoners there. They recognized me. They helped me survive and escape."

"How did they know it was really you and not some spy sent by Zarkon?"

"Because of the betrothal mark I have, Zarkon didn't recognize it but I guess every citizen of Arus knows it. And my amnesia also worked to my advantage."

"Do you remember having a sister?"

"Her name is Allura."

"Yes, it is."

"How long have you been here?"

"About nine months." He noticed that several monitors were flashing red nearing dangerous levels. "Rest for a while we will talk more in the morning."

"Will you stay until I fall asleep?"

"Yes of course," he smiled.

Finally, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Keith contacted Dr. Gorma and advised him that his patient had been awake.

"Go rest, Keith. I'll watch over her." The doctor patted Keith on the back.

"Yes, Doctor." Keith gave in reluctantly. Keith walked slowly to his room. After climbing into bed, he stared at the ceiling, "How do I tell her? When? Let her regain her strength first. But I'll have to do it soon." Finally, he fell into a restless sleep.

Just after dawn, he awoke and headed for the shower. Keith sauntered to the med bay.

"Good morning, Keith." Dr. Gorma greeted.

"Good morning, Doctor. How is she doing?"

"She was restless. She had several nightmares."

"That's not surprising after what she's had to have experienced in the last year judging by the injuries you told us about."

She groaned softly, as she opened her eyes.

"Good morning, Diana. How are you feeling this morning?"

"Better, I think."

"Well, young lady, you certainly have remarkable healing abilities, a lot like our esteemed Commander does. You may be up and about in a few more weeks."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"You're welcome. Don't try to overdo it. Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to have some coffee." With that, he left.

Keith sat down beside her bed. "Maybe we can ask Allura to help you remember. I'd like to know more about the ship you flew."

"It was called the Phoenix."

"You have started to remember."

"Well, while on Doom, I had time on my hands. Several of the female prisoners recognized my betrothal mark after my . . . questioning," her voice wavered slightly. "I had been roughed up pretty badly. So, they nursed me back to health. Zarkon suspected I was a princess but could not prove it. Therefore, he humiliated me many times in front of an arena full of his subjects. I became his scapegoat if there was any attempt of rebellion or escape."

"How awful for you," Allura gasped from behind them.

"Allura," Keith exclaimed, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long." She said, crossing the room. "I'm glad to see that you are awake." She sat down beside Keith, who was now standing.

There was an uncomfortable silence. "What kinds of things do you remember?"

"Mostly I can grasp fragments, bits and pieces. I am hoping that I can put this jigsaw puzzle together now that I am on Arus." Diana smiled weakly.

"I will help you as much as I can."

"Alright, how is father?" she asked. "I remember being in a fierce battle. I lost sight of Voltron after the Phoenix was hit. Then my memory is blank until I woke up on Earth."

Allura's eyes turned glassy. "Father is with mother now."

"My children," The ghost of King Alfor appeared at Diana's bedside. "Do not weep. Be glad that you are both home safely. Diana it is good to have you home again. Your memory will return in time. Many things lie ahead for both of you." Slowly he faded away. "Fire and Ice." He whispered as he vanished completely.

"Fire and Ice," Allura asked puzzled.

Diana looked a little puzzled. "Well," Diana began, looking up at Keith, giving him a 'how did he know about that look'. "At the Academy, Keith was Fire and I was Ice. They were call signs given to pilots. I was also called the Ice Princess. Most of the instructors and some of the students didn't like the fact that I had entered class as a Lt. Commander. But Keith and several of his friends didn't seem to mind."

"Oh, Lance minded, but he couldn't resist trying to seduce a senior officer." Keith interjected. "Sven was along for the laughs."

"Too bad he crashed and burned."

"Yea, he really called you 'Ice' after that," Keith laughed. "What burned him more I think was seeing us together."

"So, where is Lance nowadays?"

"Right here," Lance answered leaning in the doorway wearing his uniform and a crooked grin. "I was wondering, are we were having practice?"

"Flying?" Diana murmured.

"Of course flying" Lance quipped quickly crossed the room to them, "What else is better than flying?"

"I miss flying," Diana smiled wistfully.

"Did you ever fly Voltron?"

"No I didn't."

"No flying for a while." Dr. Gorma entered the room. "My patient needs her rest and I need to exam her."

Everyone reluctantly left. Keith was the last to leave. "I'll back later, after practice." He smiled as he walked away.

After the door closed, Dr. Gorma began his examination. "I'm going to roll you on your side. I need to check your back."

"All right,"

He carefully rolled her onto her side and removed the bandages from her back. "Very nice, you are healing well. Soon this will be healed and the scaring will be gone."

"Even the others?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes, my crown princess, all of them. You have enough internal scars. I won't allow these physical ones to be a burden."

"You know too?"

"Yes, your highness, some may doubt who you truly are I knew from the moment I saw you. I have served your family for thirty-five years now. Too, who else knows?"

"Keith knew and now Allura. You know more about me than I do right now."

"You could say that." He finished redressing the burns on her back. "You were very lucky. These blaster burns could have been much worse."

"They still did plenty of damage." She winced.

"Yes, but they could have been fatal."

"Is that why I can't feel my legs much?"

"Yes, but that should not last much longer. The swelling is almost completely gone now and when your back, arm and leg finish healing and you are stronger, we'll start some physical therapy and you will be on your feet in no time."

"Maybe tomorrow I can leave this bed?" She asked hopefully.

"If you promise to rest, and after I finish with you, we will see. I won't promise anything, all right?"

"All right," she smiled, as he rolled her gently onto her back. "Doctor, Keith hasn't been sleeping much has he?"

"Not as much as I would like him to, but I have not been able to keep him away. Why do you ask?"

"I just noticed the gray bags under his eyes. That's all."

"Now you rest or NO visitors. Not even Keith."

"Yes, sir," She whispered.

"Here, take these." He handed her two pills. "And I will see to it that Keith rests."

"What are they?"

"One is for the pain that I know you are feeling, so don't even deny it. The other is to help you sleep with no nightmares."

Soon she was asleep. After lion practice, Keith ventured back to the med bay. However, he was stopped at the door. "Whoa, Keith," warned Dr. Gorma. "She's sleeping peacefully, right now. You need some sleep yourself."

"I'm all right."

"Keith-," Dr. Gorma's voice was a stern warning. "If you don't receive some real rest soon your body is going to shut down. Even Diana has noticed that you are not sleeping."

"I sleep."

"Yes, but somehow I do not believe that you rest. Today you will." The doctor produced a hypo spray and injected Keith with a strong sedative. As Keith wobbled, Dr. Gorma looked at him sternly and said. "Your doctor has spoken." The two awaiting orderlies caught Keith and took him to the room that they had prepared. Dr. Gorma pushed the call button on his desk, connecting himself with Castle Control, "Coran," he spoke.

"Yes, Dr. Gorma, what can I do for you?" Coran greeted. "How is your patient?"

"Better. I wanted to inform you that I have sedated Keith and I am keeping him here until he wakes up. If an emergency arises I can revive him early, but I'd like for him to sleep as long as possible."

"I understand. I will arrange for someone to take his shift. Is she truly?" He asked.

"Yes, I am still convinced that she is not an imposter?"

"Yes, I have been so afraid to hope. There have been imposters."

"She is not one."

Keith and Diana slept peacefully all day and all night. They awoke to the following dawn.

"Good morning your highness," Dr. Gorma smiled.

"What time is it?"

"About 5:00."

"Please, let me watch the sun rise." She begged softly.

"All right" he gave in reluctantly. Calling for an orderly and a wheelchair, he helped transfer her to the chair. After covering her with a blanket, he said "Would you like these?" He handed her the circlet and a ruby and sapphire ring that she had hidden in her Garrison flight suit.

"It would be appropriate, wouldn't it? It has been a long time since I have had the chance to wear these." She murmured as she placed the gold circlet with red accents on top of her head.

The doctor helped her straighten it, and then he took her to the surgical lounge to see the sunrise.

As the skyline began to change colors, her face reflected the wonderment of a small child. When the molten orange orb peeked over the horizon sending the first rays over the landscape, Diana gasped.

"Your highness, are you all right?" Dr. Gorma asked worriedly.

"I am fine. It is just so beautiful. I am home." Tears of joy slid down her cheeks. "I have not seen such beauty in so long. I had begun to wonder if I ever would."

Dr. Gorma noticed Keith quietly entering the room. "Good morning, Keith. Did you sleep well?"

"Yea, but I had help," Keith grumbled, rubbing his sore arm.

"Yes, you did, but you would not listen to reason."

"Still just as stubborn," Diana smiled.

"Yes, I am." Keith smiled at her.

"Your highness," Dr. Gorma stopped suddenly.

"It's all right, Doctor, Keith and I met on Earth." Diana looked up at the doctor. "Do the people of Arus know yet?" she asked.

"Not yet."

"I think they should be told, but I can't face them, not yet anyway. I want to stand before them and look presentable." She touched the bandage on her cheek.

"Your highness, you need to be in bed." Dr. Gorma heard the strain in her voice.

"As you wish," she gave in meekly. "Thank you for allowing me to witness the sun rise."

Keith insisted on helping Diana into bed. After she was settled, he took his leave to begin his day.

"Rest, Your highness," Dr. Gorma tucked her in. "Later you can discuss your proclamation with your sister. But to heal you need to rest."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

By mid morning a week later, Diana was still thumbing through the holo albums that Allura had left.

Diana looked up as she heard the door slide open. "Hello, Coran," She stated, cautiously.

"Greetings, your highness," he bowed formally. "How are you feeling?" he asked as he walked across the room.

"Much better, by next week or so I may be able to attempt walking. We are continuing my physical therapy today."

"That's good to hear. Allura tells me that you would like the people to know of your return."

"Yes, I do." She sat up a little straighter. "I feel that the people have a right to know. Am I to understand that you disagree?"

"Not entirely. But why don't we wait a week or two."

"You don't believe that I am who I 'claim' to be and my amnesia makes my 'claim' too easy, doesn't it. Even this is not enough for you?" She twisted her wrist over to expose the brand.

Coran avoided her accusing stare by focusing on her wrist.

"You still have a sharp tongue, Diana." King Alfor's cloudy figure materialized on the opposite side of the bed from Coran. "Your power of deduction and reason will compliment your diplomatic skills nicely, as long as you remember to keep your temper in check."

"Yes, Father," Diana cast her eyes down in obedience.

"Coran has been a trusted advisor for many years. Listen to his opinion."

"I will, Father, I became defensive when my decision was challenged. My diplomatic skills are a little rusty from the lack of use. For the last year my authority was never questioned among the slave population of Doom. I have much to relearn if I ever hope to become Queen."

"Coran," the king turned to face his friend," Rest you fears Diana is true. Just remember her will is strong."

"I can see that even Zarkon could not break that." Coran turned to Diana, "Your highness, the reasons I want to wait is that we have been receiving readings that indicate Zarkon is massing for another large attack and many may also doubt you and your abilities. We must find a way to be able to convince them before we go before them. It would be too risky to call together the people at this time, and if the people can see and hear you it will give them more courage to rebuilt again. Furthermore, we must be able to present the council with a persuasive argument to prove your ability to lead. "

"As you wish Coran," Diana murmured softly. "And I apologize. I acted without all of the facts, and without thinking of the ramifications of my actions. I will try not to let that happen again."

"You have been away a long time, your highness. Let yourself reacquaint with Arus and all of its changes before you make any rash decisions."

"Yes, it has and so have I." She murmured.

"We all have," Coran patted her hand gently. "Why don't I bring you a laptop and some of the recordings that we have made over the last two years if you are up to it?"

"I have to be Coran if I am to be a leader I must be strong."

"You are, Diana, you are," her father smiled as he disappeared.

"Was everything destroyed?" she asked.

"The area around the castle has been hit the hardest naturally. However, some areas have already started rebuilding. Many are still frightened though."

"With good reason, do you think the people will accept my leadership? Allura has ruled now for two years."

"Those who knew about the battle hoped that you would return. We will help them to understand. Many have been captured by Zarkon. There have been few that have been able to escape. That will strike fear in many."

"I will have to prove myself worthy."

"We will find a way."

"Yes, Coran, thank you," she smiled, as they heard the door chime, "Enter," she called.

"Your highness, it is time for your physical therapy," Dr. Gorma announced.

Coran bowed, "I will drop those off for you later this morning."

"Thank you, Coran, that would be wonderful."

Dr. Gorma took her to the gym. There two therapists helped her into a sweat suit and they began to work with her legs.

"You are probably going to be exhausted after this, your highness," Dr, Gorma smiled.

"It will be worth it." She grunted, trying to resist the push of her therapist.

About a couple of hours later, Diana was freshly showered and back in bed, with the laptop in front of her. Dr. Gorma brought her lunch. "After lunch, you will rest. You can have dinner in the dining room if you feel up to it."

"I'll need some clothes. I will not wear this to dinner." She said, touching her nightgown.

"That can be arranged, and the nurses can help you dress and do your hair, all right?" he laughed.

"Yes," she smiled, powering down the laptop and setting it aside.

"Shall I arrange for you an escort, milady?"

"Certainly," she grinned, her eyes twinkled mischievously.

"I do believe that the young chap who has been constantly lurking these halls would be happy to escort you. I have seen more of him in these last several weeks than I have ever seen him. And that includes when he has been injured." Dr. Gorma smiled.

"Keith injured?" she asked.

"Yes, he has been injured once or twice. He seems quite taken with you."

"He and I have feelings for each other but-," she cast her eyes to the mark upon her wrist. "We have been promised to others, so we couldn't be together no matter how much we want it."

"He told you that he was betrothed?" he asked.

"Yes," Diana gently laid her fork down, as she finished her meal. "Is something wrong, Dr. Gorma?" She looked at him questioningly.

"Not at all, your highness," he smiled absently. "Now rest, I will speak to the Commander."

"All right," she smiled, lying down.

After he left the room, he contacted Castle Control. "Coran, here,"

"Coran, can you please tell the Commander I need a moment of his time, in my office."

"Certainly, Doctor, is there a problem?"

"No, I don't believe so." Dr. Gorma replied mysteriously, "Thank you Gorma out." He finished, as he cut the communication.

Keith's mind was racing as he walked to the doctor's office. "Enter," Keith heard as he rang the buzzer.

"You requested to see me, Doctor?" Keith asked.

"Yes, please have a seat," he paused until Keith sat down, "Her highness is going to need an escort to dinner this evening. Can I count on you to arrange it?"

"Of course, I will escort her personally."

"I thought you might," Dr. Gorma stood up and moved to the front of his desk and leaned upon it. Keith shifted uncomfortably; he knew that there was something else on the doctor's mind. "Keith, how much do you know about her highness?"

"Only what she and Allura have told me?"

"Her highness just told me that you are betrothed."

Alarm bells went off in Keith's head. Sitting a little straighter, he answered calmly closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, "Yes, I am." Keith unbuttoned his cuff and as he turned his wrist over, he spoke softly. "Until recently, I did not know my bride." He pushed up his sleeve. "A couple weeks ago, Allura told me about the mark on Diana's forearm and how it was meant to join with her fiancée's. So, I tried it. Mine responds to Diana's. That was the night that Diana started breathing on her own." He paused, "I have not told Diana yet. I want her to be stronger and I want the moment to be special."

"I am sorry, your highness." Dr. Gorma's voice shook seeing the other half of the mark he helped administered. "I was---"

Keith interrupted, "please call me Keith. I DO NOT want anyone to know until the time is right. Now you know why I never spent too much time in med bay."

"How is it that I never noticed it before?"

"I learned to conceal it in a special way. And as long as I am not unconscious for long periods of time it stays that way," Keith spoke earnestly. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath as he turned his wrist over again to show the doctor. The mark was gone.

"I see," the doctor looked closely at Keith's wrist. "How it did react to Diana's?"

"It began to glow and it felt like a jolt of electricity went up my arm." Keith unrolled his sleeve. "You won't tell anyone?"

"Coran should be told."

"Not yet please, I will not keep this a secret much longer. I promise, let me tell Diana first."

"Then I shall say nothing."

"Thank you, I did not know that I was I betrothed to the Crown Princess of Arus, when I took this assignment. I did not allow my parents the opportunity to tell me her name or what planet she was from. I just recently received the letter from my mother that reaffirmed what I'd found out. I will not keep her waiting too long, but I do know her well enough to know that she'd want to take this standing on her own two feet."

"I understand. Thank you for explaining."

"You're welcome. May I see Diana?"

"She should be napping. The physical therapy is going to drain her for a while."

Suddenly they heard a scream. Jumping up they rushed to the source. Diana was shaking violently and whimpering softly, when they entered her room.

"Nightmares," Dr. Gorma muttered.

"Is there anything that we can do?" Keith whispered.

"We will do all that we can, but most of it is up to her. I do not want to sedate her too often."

Keith leaned in and whispered in her ear. Unconsciously his thumb caressed her hand as he continued to whisper. Finally, Diana relaxed and a ghost of a smile flickered across her face.

"What did you say?" The doctor asked.

Keith smiled, "I reminded her of something we did on the night before our graduation."

"Well, it worked."

Later that evening, Diana was staring out at the Arusian sunset when Keith came to escort her to dinner. "Are you ready?" He asked as he took hold of the wheelchair's handles.

"As ready as I will ever be." She smiled uncertain.

The two laughed and joked as they strolled down the hall. Everyone they passed was quick to acknowledge her presence with a bow or a curtsy. "I guess the word has spread through the castle."

"Yes, it has." Keith smiled warmly. The hint of laughter touched his eyes.

Dinner began in chaos with Allura insisting that Diana sit at the head of the table. With Keith on her right and Allura on her left, Diana ate and learned. After dinner, they continued to talk. It was decided that when she was able they would have a welcome home ball to celebrate her homecoming, providing Zarkon causing any mischief. Finally, everyone began to wind down and one by one headed off to bed. Once they were alone, Keith wheeled her to the control room. He showed her many of the repairs that had been done and how much Arus had begun to heal itself.

"I see you still have it." He whispered, as he was taking her to her room.

"Yes, I do." She smiled. "I hid it and my circlet when we picked up Zarkon's marauders on our scanners."

After weeks of intense physical therapy, the day had arrived. She was about to take her first steps in about two months. As she began to pull herself up to the bars, Keith slipped into the room.

"Are you ready?" Dr. Gorma asked.

"Yes," she smiled, unaware of Keith's presence in the shadows. Slowly she stood up straight.

"Ease yourself along the bars. Take small steps." Keith crept closer as she watched her feet. Slowly she moved along the bars, and soon, she was a few feet away from him.

"Come on, you can do it." Keith whispered in her ear.

"OH!" She exclaimed. Her head jerked up and she faltered.

"Sorry," He sheepishly grinned as he prevented her fall. Taking her waist in his hands, he helped support her as she took a few steps away from the bars. To them, everyone else ceased to exist, there was only them. Her hands were on his shoulders her ice blue eyes melted into warm chocolate ones.

"Okay, that is enough for today." Dr. Gorma announced loudly enough to break the spell. "We don't want you to overdo it."

With that, Keith easily swept her into his arms and carried her to her vacant wheelchair. The doctor hid his smile. "We have a surprise for you,"

"We?" she asked. Her tone was a touch hostile. "What kind of surprise? You know how much I like surprises."

"Yes, I do remember all too well," He laughed as he guided her through the castle. "But we thought that you might like to move out of med bay."

Keith took her to her new room. "Wow," she exclaimed softly. "I remember this room. It was the room I grew up in."

"I thought it might help jog your memory." Allura smiled, as she came out of the bathroom.

"I hope so." She continued to look around the room. "What's that?" Something caught her eye from across the room. Without thinking, she stood up and wobbled the few steps to the bookshelf. After she picked the book, her knees became weak and she began to collapse. Everyone had watched spellbound as she moved.

"Diana!" Keith exclaimed sprinting across the room to her. Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her to the bed. He set her down after Allura turned the bed down. "Allura, could you make her comfortable and the rest of us will leave."

"Sure, Keith," Allura smiled.

After, she was settled; she began to look through the book. "I remember when Father gave this to me. It was on my thirteenth birthday. He told me that this would help shape my future. I wonder what he meant by that."

"Why don't you rest?" Allura begged softly. "You look tired."

"All right," Diana conceded, setting the book on the nightstand.