The Flashback is courtesy of SilentWings from the rxs shrine. So to her I give her credit for it.
Chapter Twenty-Six: "Girl Talk"
Weeks had passed and Starfire had given in to temptation. Along with continuing her training, she had asked around and found out why it was that Laverra was on her planet against her will.
"You should not have be so curious my little one," Galfore said softly, disappointment interlaced in his voice.
Starfire lowered her head, "I know, but I wanted to know why she is here. I wanted to know if there was something we could do," she looked up at Galfore, "What is it we can do to help her?"
Galfore lowered his own head and slowly shook it, "There is nothing you can do, Princess. She is here by the Galactic Regulations."
Starfire balled up her fists, remembering how she was taken from her own planet caused a surge of anger and sadness within her. "Galfore, you were the one that handled this situation from the start, surely you must know something to help her return to her world?" She said with a steady, controlled voice.
Galfore merely stood straighter, "Princess, there was nothing I could do, and there is still nothing I can do. Laverra…" he informed her.
As the conversation between Galfore and Starfire continued, outside of the partially opened room, Laverra just happened to be walking by. Hearing her name caused her to stop in mid-step. Why are they talking about me? She asked her self instantly. She creped over to the door and peered inside, Princess Starfire and Galfore, she pointed out to herself.
The conversation inside continued; unaware, Starfire rambled about her findings and Galfore just listened. Laverra grew angry at not only at the conversation in general, but the fact that Starfire had mentioned her brother's name. Her black eyes, that normally looked emotionless, took over a deadly flare. She tried to contain herself, her brother told her to behave. He isn't here. He left me to handle this on my own. She thought. No, he told you to behave; maybe they just really want to help. The thoughts kept flooding her and eventually she lost control. Her anger got the best of her.
The doors of the room slammed open, and one very pissed off Kelestine stood in its center. The flare with in her eyes grew even more intense. "You are the reason I am here! How else would you know so much about me!" She accused.
Starfire's expression went from its previous concern to purely confused. "Laverra, I am not the one who had brought you to Tamaran. I did not mean any disrespect. I was merely—"
"LIAR!" Laverra shouted back. She was now acting on pure instinct. She pulled the sword from her side, sliding it out of its sheath and held it straight out. "You are the reason I am here! You are the one that has doomed my planet! You are to blame for all that has happened!"
Before this got any worse, Galfore stood between the two Princesses. "She is not the one to blame for anything. She did not know anything until she arrived. I was the one that handled the exchange," He said calmly.
Flashback
Laverra turning to look up at the ship as it departed, leaving the two officers, she suspected, to handle any final business details. It made her wince, just the thought of herself as an object—or a slave.
A large man came to greet the guards, speaking in the language of the world—Tamaranian? The officers instantly released their hold on her, taking away the only things holding her upright. Laverra collapsed on the hard floor of the balcony with a grunt.
The man continued talking, but it was much too fast for her to interpret all of it. The only phrase she caught was something about the deal, and then something about the princess being too busy to accept the gift herself.
Gift? She wondered. Is that what I've become?
The floor came rushing to meet her, and then blood was in her mouth before she dropped into darkness.
Laverra eyes grew wide, he was correct. Her only response was an attempt to cut him down the middle, starting with the top of his head. As she lundged forward, sword drawn back Galfore crossed both his giant arms, protecting his head, and the sword hit his metal wrist bands. The sword left no mark, but made a very loud metal-on-metal noise.
"Please, allow me to explain!" Starfire pleaded.
Laverra's eyes began to water, but she quickly held the tears back. "You have explained enough! You pretend to be a friend, an alley, but you are nothing more than a lying, evil, manipulating, heartless Tamaranian … both of you!"
It was now Starfire's eyes who began to water, but just as Laverra, she too pushed them aside. She stood up straight, "Galfore, I am no longer in need of your assistance."
Laverra withdrew her sword, and Galfore looked to the side of him. "Princess, I do not think that is a wise decision."
Starfire's eyes began to glow a deadly green. "I am aware of the decision I have made. Step aside," she demanded.
Not having any control over the matter, Galfore obeyed. He quickly moved, and headed towards the door as to close it so that others would not see such a fight. It was bound to get ugly.
"You fail to realize that I am not just a Princess, I am a Warrior. Did you not realize the training I have been participating in?" Starfire asked curiously, but still angry.
Laverra smirked, "Just because you take a class, doesn't mean that makes you good in a real battle," she shot back.
Starfire floated a few inches above the ground, eyes and hands glowing. "I am a Warrior Princess; the classes I have been taking are far more advanced then any other species. I have defeated more powerful creatures than you!"
"That proves nothing," Laverra said coldly, as she ran towards the Tamaranian, sword in hand.
Starfire's first instinct was to keep the sword hitting her arm bands. It would do little damage and keep her from bleeding to death. After taking a few hits, Starfire blasted Laverra with her star bolts, courtesy of her eyes. Laverra flew back and the only thing that stopped her was a dresser, which, sadly enough broke into pieces. What a loss, it was a beautiful dresser too.
As the fight continued, somehow, by some miracle, Starfire knocked the sword out of Laverra's hands. She glanced at the sword on the ground and back at Starfire. This did not seem to stop Laverra what so ever.
Starfire refused to give Laverra any chance of a sneak attack. She remained ready and willing to fight. After staring at each other for a few seconds, they continued with there battle. It was now a hand to hand combat.
Galfore was outside the door. His heart sank at the thought of his dearly beloved bumgorf fighting against the imprisoned Kelestine. He had no doubt that she was capable of defending herself, but she was like a daughter to him. After all, he did raise her. As he thought to himself, Phy'zzon just happened to walk up.
His eyes shot open, and in the direction of the door Galfore was guarding. "What is going on in there?" He asked, concern emanating from his voice.
Looking up, Galfore stood up straight. "A mere," he paused, looking for an appropriate way to describe what was happening without making him anymore curious, or worried for that matter.
"A mere what, Galfore?" Phy'zzon asked in a more demanding voice.
"A mere girl talk amongst the Princess and Laverra," he replied calmly.