"Let me go!" Lance screamed fighting against the sentries that held her in their grasp. Just because that they had succeeded in capturing her didn't mean that she wasn't going to give them hell for it. She also was planning a sweet vacation for them in return for what they did do the new recruit and Haiethil.

The sentries dragged her into a holding cell, dropping her unceremoniously on the floor. Groaning she sat up. It took her a minute to register that they had just left her there. She thought about annoying them by screaming at them to let her out, but she thought better of it.

Almost immediately she noticed to her right was a mirror. What the Galra would want with a mirror was beyond her, however, something wasn't settling right with her. Narrowing her eyes she approached the glass. Her figure in the mirror did the same. Reaching out she placed her hand on the glass looking back and forth across it.

"General," she said sourly. She was looking through the glass her dark oceanic eyes staring right into yellow ones, "Here to see the fun?"

"Smart girl," Zhamoht said to his hooded companion.

"Yes, the very reason that we need to get rid of her." Haggar replied. She stared at Lance with an amount of hate that even passed the paladins. "She as done too much damage to mine-I mean your progress General. I'm sure Zarkon would be more than pleased to know that one paladin and agent is gone from this war."

Zhamoht nodded his agreement. Watching with curious eyes as Lance gave one last look towards the mirror before settling herself in the corner of her cell. "Tomorrow morning she's all yours, but don't kill her. I'd like to speak to her first." With that Zhamoht rose from his chair, "I'm turning in for the night, please be sure to double the guard in this corridor."

"very well."Haggar replied. Before he had a chance to live the room however she called out once more. ,"General Zhamoht!."

"Yes?" He acknowledged turning around to face her.

"I do believe it's time for your blessing."

"Yes, of course."

He knelt in front of Haggar, his head bowed and eyes closed. Haggar then folded her palms in front of her, whispering words unintelligible. Her eyes were glowing as she opened them once again, a color so white it looked like someone had taken an eraser and completely removed the color. Unfolding her palms she reached a hand out and touched it to Zhamoht's forehead. From her touch Zhamoht's veins began to glow a deep purple. It spread until his entire body was covered in purple veins.

All at once his eyes snapped open glowing yellow. He was gasping for air as he began to lose feeling everywhere. A new sensation began to become known as it covered every inch of his body. He screamed collapsing on the floor as the sensation over came him. Little by little the glow in his eyes began to fade and the purple veins receded back to Haggar's hand.

His muscle's too weak to pick himself back up he laid there a moment longer while he tried to gather himself again. This was good for him. This was going to protect him when the time was right. Haggar always told him that he never knew when there would be an attack. That they could get separated and she wouldn't be able to protect him. This allowed him to not be worried when she wasn't near him, although she was constantly by his side. Things would be okay as long as Haggar gave him his blessings as she called them.

A few seconds later he had gathered himself enough to stand on his own and to make it to his room. Where he promptly collapsed on his bed. Tomorrow he was going to finally get to talk to the one person that he had heard so much about. The one person who had the ability to end his rein as general.

Four guards.

Three doors.

Two chains.

One prisoner.

A prisoner who was not asleep, but awake staring at her own tear-streaked face. She heard it not moments before she knew she did. The scream had jerked her awake and it was almost like Lance was back in a past life. She thought she only heard his screams in her dreams. Her dreams that ran rampant of that day. She pulled back her sleeve, her fingers carefully tracing the scar that was left around her wrist.

If anything could be learned about Lance was that if she really cared deeply for someone like she does the Paladins, especially Keith then the amount of pain and anger she could feel was beyond indescribable if she were to lose one of them.

"Keith," she whispered her lips trembling.