PART 2
by DUSTIN RILEY
(c) 2000 Fourty One Seventy Three Productions.
DISCLAIMERS: Dusty and the storyline are mine. Everything else, including the kitchen sink, belongs to WEP. Shake well before serving. Keep away from children and blue evil beings from Planet Doom. No purchase necessary. See store for additional details. Don't worry, be happy.
Dusty crept down the halls of the Royal Basement more carefully than a cat burglar. Not wanting to trip the Castle's security system surrounding the Royal Crypt, he gingerly punched the access code given to him by his sister. As soon as he entered the inner keep, he was in awe at the ornate statues holding torches of eternal flames. He approached the large staircase and knelt at the bottom, hands folded in prayer.
"King Alfor, this is your son. I have returned to Arus," Dusty whispered. An eerie glow surrounded the top of the stairs, and a ghostly form materialized. Dusty gasped and his jaw slacked.
A ghastly voice from beyond spoke. "Welcome, my son. I have been awaiting your return."
Dusty swallowed the ever-growing lump in his throat. The small white hair on his arms stood on end. "Your highness, I have come to ask for your guidance. The planet Arus is doing very well right now."
Alfor nodded in agreement. "Yes. I have sensed that," he commented. "Continue."
"Your daughter, my younger sister Allura, rules the planet with her husband, the leader of the Voltron Force, Keith. Their marriage is a very happy one, sire. I feel they were meant for each other."
Alfor couldn't help but smile. Dusty was astonished. This ghost was... smiling?!
"It makes me happy to hear such good news," the old king replied. "But normally, my trusted advisor Coran informs me of such things. Where is he? Is he well?"
"No need to worry, Your Highness," Dusty said. "Coran is doing well. He is making a decision, however, that could affect this planet."
Alfor ears perked up. "Tell me about it, son," he said.
"Coran is deciding who is the true heir to the throne is. I know I deserve it, but I have been gone from Arus so long, I do not know what the people want or need in a ruler. And besides, my sister and her husband have done so well since they married six months ago."
Alfor, in the aura of a wise old man, nodded. "Do not worry, my son," Alfor said. "Coran is wise, and knows what is best for the people."
Dusty, whose palms were sweating and eyes were watering, understood. "Thank you, ... father," he said.
Alfor began to disappear. As he did, he comforted his long lost son. "Do not worry, son. I have always been with you, and I will always be with you... forever. Farewell, son."
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