chapter 4


'Those eyes... I know those eyes' a pair of dark chocolate eyes narrowed at the monitor in front of him. With a swift move and a click of a button Sven enlarged the photo of the caravan that was heading north on Dooms rough surface in the valley of skulls towards the Catana Desert.

With a annoyed sigh, Sven turned towards the com on his desk and press the call button.

"James can you get a closer shot of the first vehicle without being seen?" He drummed his middle finger against the dark hard wood desk.

" I can try sir, but it's not going to be easy" a deep rich voice came across the radio. "I won't have much cover if they make it pass the Great Sand Dunes."

"Do what you can Lieutenant." Sven leaned back in his chair

'That has to be her' Sven raked his fingers through his thick wavey dark hair as he sat deep in thought, he never noticed that door to his study opening and sexy strawberry blond in a skin tight white leather pants with a vest with royal Pollux emblem on the right hand side hand entered until her arms wrapped around him.

"What's troubling you my love?" Romelles dark pink lips brushed against the nap of his neck.

"I think I may have seen someone who we all thought was dead" he took her right hand and kissed it's palm.

"Who my love?" Her dark sapphire eyes skimmed over the photo on the screen.

" I'm waiting for James to give me a clear shot of a caravan heading into the -"

"I have a clean shot of the first vehicle sir" James voice came across the com as a clear photo of Haggar popped up on the screen.

"The witch!" Sven growled standing from his chair.

" If that's Haggar, then does that mean that King Zarkon is still alive?" Romelle's dark sapphire eyes widen as they stared into the witches glowing gold eyes.

" Its possible, they both where on the same flag ship that the Alliance shot down four years ago." He hunched his shoulders as his eyes met hers.

" If so, then that means that Lotor isn't king " she gave mischievous smile.

"Romelle lets not jump to conclusions." Sven took her hand and pulled her around to stand in front of him. " For now we only see her and a few Drule soldiers"

" I have a feeling that there may be more to this than we want to believe" He gently kissed her sweet lips.

" I think your right" her eyes narrowed turning back to the screen and pointing out a flash of pink hair that her caught her eye. "I truly think your right "

She swiftly turned to the keyboard and typed in a few command codes to move the drones camera to the person in the black hooded fur coat next to Hager.

" There is only one woman on Doom I know with hot pink hair. " her eyes met his.

" Merla?" Sven looked up into Romelle's eyes in shock. " I don't see those two working together"

" Anything is possible my love, even that unholy alliance." she hunched her shoulders.
" Well let's see what happens once there plan comes to light my dear princess" with a slick smile he lightly kissed her lips.

-'-

Meanwhile in the dark depths of a tortured mind, on a jagged broken path to nowhere with only a dot of bright light in the distance. The tired broken Drule King felt like he had walked for many years and with every step he took the further away the light seem to move and the colder the air seem to drop.

" Where am I? Who am I ?" Zarkon slowly moved down the rocky path towards the light " why am I here? Maybe once I reach the light I'll find the answers I seek"

"No! No don't go into the light stay away from the light" several voices whispered."or you will surely die."

"Ugh! Who are you to tell me, the king of the Drule Empire, where to go!" Zarkon growled looking around in the shadows.

Pausing, Zarkon shook his head and laughted at himself. " I'm talking to myself again ."

" No my son your not talking to yourself" a deep voice boomed as a swirl of golden light swirled around the man sitting in a gold throne made of skulls.

" Father?" Zarkon squirted "impossible I'm the king my father..."

"Your nothing here!" The figure of a man stood revealing himself to zarkon. "Here! I rule and your nothing more than a peasant"

Zarkon fell to his knees his face down on the cold hard floor as Beldazaar's blood red eyes raked over his son feeble form .

"Are you ready to listen to me or do you want to continue walking this path to no where but your doom" the red haired Drule king of the past watched his son closely.

" I'm ready to listen father" Zarkon whimpered

" Good! Very good" Beldazaar flashed his sharp fangs. "The first thing you'll do when you awake is dethrone your idiotic son. He isn't fit to lick the dirt off my boot as for the woman he is to marry, you will sell her into slavery to the highest bidder."

"Isn't that to harsh father" Zarkkon final looked into his father's lifeless eyes in shock.

"Not for her my son." His deep voice rumbled. " third you shall marry Merl officially making her your queen and to gather you shall destroy the Voltron force."

Meanwhile.

A smile formed on Merl's face as she whispers softly in Zarkon's ear.