Keith had been searching for hours. After he had met with Thace he had gone back to the recreation room - he refused to call it the billiards room no matter how many pool tables were in it - to hopefully finish the movie he had been watching with Lance. But as he crawled back into the blanket fort, he found it empty save for a sleeping Red, and still had yet to find the fellow god even after scouring every inch of the mansion, courtyard, and even the stables with Ulaz's help. However Lance was nowhere to be found.

Lance was gone.

Keith was currently searching the mansion for what had to be the third time, just in case, when he heard the door knocker for the second time that day. He muttered to himself as he reluctantly went to answer it, grumbling about not having time for visitors. Ulaz was already waiting in the grand foyer for him, a frown etched into his face.

Upon opening the door he was surprised to find one of Zarkon's men, Prorok, standing there. He instantly was on guard, not trusting the Galra. "What do you want?" He demanded, not having time for niceties.

"So cold. What kind of greeting is that?" Prorok replied with a smirk. "By the way, you really need to teach your guard dogs to heel."

"I'm busy," Keith hissed in response.

"Oh? Well then, I'll make this quick. I know you have the boy."

Instantly, Keith's blood ran cold. "I don't know what you're talking about," he faked.

"Is that so?" Prorok hummed to himself before reaching down and plucking a single rose in full bloom. "That's funny. It looks as though Spring has been here."

"I bought it," Keith lied once more.

Prorok simply gave a shrug and tossed the flower over his shoulder as he pushed past Keith to let himself into the mansion.

"I'm also a busy man, so I'll cut straight to the chase," the Galra proclaimed, a cheshire grin spreading across his face, "Sendak saw you kidnap the god of spring."

Keith tensed, pausing to search for the right words, knowing it was no use to continue to deny it. "What is it that you want?" He demanded.

"We want the boy."

"We?" Ulaz finally spoke up, "you mean you and Zarkon?"

"Correct."

Keith narrowed his eyes. "And what do you want with him?" He already knew the answer to that question, but decided to play along.

"Why, simply to return him to his family, of course," Prorok replied, his voice full of false honey.

"Don't lie to me," Keith glared in response, "Zarkon's never cared about anyone but himself." He was walking a thin line, and he knew it, but at the moment he was too infuriated to care.

"Why ask if you're not even going to believe me?" Prorok gave a sigh. "Kids these days. No trust at all."

"Well either way, he's not here." Keith said, an idea forming in his head. The statement made Prorok turn and raise an eyebrow at the other god. "Feel free to search the place, but like I said, I don't have him."

Prorok narrowed his eyes. "I think I'll take you up on that offer."

They spent the next half an hour wandering the house, Prorok checking every single room, even going so far as to check the closets, all while grumbling to himself.

"Are you satisfied?" Ulaz asked as they closed the door to the last of the rooms.

Prorok turned to Keith, a scowl etched onto his face. "I may not know where the boy is, but I know for a fact that you're hiding him somewhere." A grin began to spread across his face. "But perhaps your buddy Thace may know?"

Keith's blood ran cold once more. "I don't know what-"

"Oh please," Prorok cut him off, "no more of that nonsense. You and I both know who Thace really works for. Don't think Haggar can't smell a rat a mile away."

Keith narrowed his eyes, weighing his options before reluctantly speaking up once more. "Well like I said, Lance isn't here. Now if you'd please excuse yourself, I'm extremely busy."

Prorok practically growled in response but didn't say anything more as he let himself out, making sure the door slammed behind him.

"Ulaz," Keith said, turning to his friend, "we can't let him go back."

"I understand." Ulaz gave a half bow before following after Prorok.

Prorok gave the fellow Galra a dirty look as he approached, to which Ulaz returned with a smile, explaining "allow me to see you to the gates. The guard dogs aren't exactly the friendliest around strangers."

"I'll say," Prorok huffed, seeming to buy the excuse.

The two walked in utter silence until they reached the gate. Cerberus and Orthrus snarled at Prorok, drool dripping from each of their heads, almost as if they could sense their impending meal.

Ulaz gave a low whistle and instantly the dogs lunged.

Prorok, seeming to quickly grasp what was happening, whirled on Ulaz, pulling a knife out of a hidden pocket and lodging it in Ulaz's chest as the Galra let out a cry of pain before collapsing.

Before Prorok could do any more damage, Cerberus's middle head swooped down and snatched him up, swallowing him in a single bite.

As soon as the threat was gone, the two dogs sat down and began to howl.

The howls of all five heads could be heard back at the mansion, and Keith knew, he had lost a friend.

I'm sorry this is so short, I miscounted the number of pages as I was writing it and now it's too late to add anything else. I promise the next couple of chapters will be longer to make up for it