I ended up cutting this chapter in half for some reason. So much stuff happened I was thinking "It's not as long as I usually write, but that is a lot of different stuff going on so... I'll end it here for now" 0.0
The world was screaming.
Or maybe's Keith voice was just piercing enough to make it seem that way.
"Let me go, Dravla!" He kicks, his heels catching along the shelves. Dravla backs them both up when the plates shatter along the floor.
"Keith, I can't do that. Not until you calm down," Dravla doesn't get an immediate response, but he doesn't need one. Keith answer him by biting his wrist. Yelling, Dravla's arm go slack enough for Keith to wiggle free.
"Did you just bite me?!" Dravla demanded, one guard the moment Keith's eyes flicker to the door. When he made a break for it, Dravla slid between them.
"Keith, stop!' he yells, "I can't let you go!"
"Get out of my way!"
Dravla catches his fist when Keith attempts to punch him and tosses him back, huffing, "I can do this all day, Keith."
"I need to get to him!"
"The challenge is absolute, Keith! If you interfere, you will automatically go to Rashra. None of us want that!"
"I don't care- I'm not letting Lance do this!"
"Well, he does! I just- I don't want Lance to do this either, Keith, but we have to trust he'll pull through,'
"Bull shit!" of course Keith knew that Lance could handle himself, but he was livid at the idea that Lance would have to fight for him- again. He didn't need protecting. If Rashra wanted a challenge to win him or whatever, then he should fight Keith, not Lance!
And Lance…
Lance had promised him, dammit!
How could one person feel so betrayed yet feel so worried for the betrayer at the same time? It was making him frustrated. It was making his emotions run haywire!
It made him…
It made him desperate.
Desperation was a dangerous thing to have.
In this state, it convinced Keith to lift one of the the table chairs. A second later Dravla curses when he chucks it.
"Keith! Knock it off!" He ducked again when a second chair was thrown at him. Feeling it was better to tie Keith down to something instead of letting him roam the room freely, Dravla started to approach him, his hands held out. "Keith," he says cautiously, like one would when moving towards a wild animal.
Keith quickly backs up into the kitchen, scanning it wildly. Half tempted to pull out his Bayard, but not willing to stab his friend in any way, he threw a few kitchen utensils at him. Dravla grumbles, demanding that Keith stop acting like an upset child.
It pissed Keith off enough to turn around and open the cabinet for something else. He spotted his next weapon of attack.
"I'm not a child!"
Dravla yelled when Keith suddenly turned, tossing a full bag of flour, or whatever it was called on this planet, into his face. It exploded upon impact, turning both Dravla and the surrounding kitchen stark white.
Blinded for just a moment, it was long enough for Keith to give the Coeihn a good sweep across the nose with his fist.
Dravla gagged as the fist connected, and his body lost its balance.
Taking that as a chance, Keith scrambled over him and made an escape for the door.
Dravla called for him and stumbled to his feet with little grace, looking like a snow giant with the flour covering his body.
"Why you little-" Half way down the hall and Keith could already hear Dravla pounding after him
What Keith had in speed, Dravla made up in the length of his legs, keeping a close distance to Keith the entire descent down the steps. "Keith!"
"Don't try and stop me!" He rounded the second pair of steps and threw himself out the door.
He knew where the Arena was- he just had to outrun Dravla there.
Not sure if he could do that, he gave his best and darted out into the streets.
They were eerily empty, with no Coeihn in sight for what seemed like miles. Tellru was correct in her assumption that everyone would be at this fight today. The only people he did manage to see from a distance were a few guards- who were most likely kept posted there due to work.
They didn't seem happy to be missing out on the challenge.
Tossing that thought aside, Keith weaved through alleyways, attempting to lose Dravla or slow him down by tossing over trashcans as he passed them. Dravla was persistent and seemed to have given similar chases before with his immense trashcan dodging skills.
He vaulted over them like some Olympic track star.
It was enough to catch Keith off guard, almost allowing Dravla the chance to snag him by the back of the shirt.
Luckily, Keith always managed to think quick on his feet, a ducked into a clothing store the second he passed it. He grab whatever he could get his hands on as he passed, tossing it back at Dravla.
"Throwing shoes?! Are you serious, Keith?!" Dravla demands as a pink slipper slaps his cheek. "Oohh," he growled, his voice deadly, officially pissed off.
Scrambling out through the back of the store, Keith had never run so fast in his life.
He just had to keep the pace till he could get to the Arena. Till he could get to Lance.
That beautiful, idiotic jerk who he was going to- to… Keith wasn't sure what he was going to do when he got there. Punch him? Tell him off? Kiss him?
He wasn't sure. Maybe all three?
That was an answer for the future, he supposed, expertly sliding down a bar when they got close to a staircase. Landing on his feet, he could see the top of the Arena over the buildings.
When he arrived, barreling down the steps like a mad man, he found himself pushed into the sea of Coeihns. He could hear Dravla calling from behind him and acted fast to push through the crowd, using his short height to keep out of Dravla's line of sight.
Almost there he squeezed between bodies and under elbows. Past children, just to scamper up the first incline where he could to peer into the arena.
Coeihns stretched out as far as the eye could see, taking up every square inch of the arena's upper levels. Following their line of sight the two challengers came before Keith's eyes.
A lump the size of Texas catches in Keith's throat the moment catches glimpse of the person responsible for his daily heartache.
Lance was panting, his arm slightly bruised and sweat pooling at his face. He seemed to be keeping Rashra at a distance, hoping to keep him far away to hold up an advantage with his Bayard.
To Keith, he looks more Coeihn than human, dressed in their armor, fighting their ridiculous challengers.
The final straw to get Keith's feet moving again is when Lance lifts his hands, pushing up his glasses. The notion was simple, nothing to really be drawn to, but Keith feels so much love at the sight. So much love that it's crushing him.
"Lance!"
The entire arena seems to freeze, staring at Keith like he is something to fear- something that shouldn't be there and all was lost now that he was.
Guards rush into action when he approaches, but Keith simply leaps over them, "Get out of my way!"
Had Keith cared about Rashra's existence even slightly, he might have noticed that the foul Coeihn was smirking. But he didn't, so he kept running. He didn't care, after all. He didn't care that if they were interrupted, Rashra would win by surrendered default and Keith would go to him.
Lance wouldn't die that way. Lance wouldn't have to kill that way. He wouldn't get hurt.
"Keith, stop!" Lance's eyes widened with panic when he realized what he was planning.
"Like hell I will-" Right as he was about to leap over the bars and into the arena, Tellru threw herself out of nowhere and tackled him. Keith hadn't even seen her approaching and didn't have enough time to prepare for her attack- Ending with them rolling onto the floor.
Dravla wasn't far behind him with his hand held to his still bleeding nose and the flour falling from his body with each step, "You sly little- Parlog pup!" he huffed, angry but unable to think straight
Pining Keith to the floor, the crowd flinches when he roars with rage. He kicked and screamed against them, sounding like a caged beast that was being kept from it's meal.
Lance had to turn his head away- fighting the urge to simply drop his weapon, run, and take Keith into his arms- but he couldn't do that right now.
"Tellru!" Keith screeched.
"Calm yourself!" she commanded. She lifted him, pinning his arms behind his back, holding him tight. He fought against her, at least grateful to be able to peer into the arena with this hold.
He could see Lance, shifting around in the sand, dashing to the right when Rashra lunged at him.
The Coeihn attempted to make a grab for him, but Lance reacted quickly, swinging upward.
The crowd cheered when Lance's bayard collided against Rashra's chin. The uproar of cheering at the sight made it obvious who they wished to win. Apparently, but not all that surprising, Rashra wasn't really a crowd favorite.
With a wobble to his knees, Rashra was gripping his jaw. He rubbed it and quietly reached down to the ground. Taking a handful of sand, he leaped to Lance again. Not close enough to make a grab for him, Rashra tossed the sand instead.
Like a small cloud, it enveloped Lance's face, and the poor paladin stumbled back. He screamed as it spread into his eyes.
("Dirty move, Rashra!") Dravla bellowed from the sidelines as the rest of the crowd began to boo.
Lance's palm hit the dirt before the rest of his body did, sounding with a horrid smack. He rolled, shutting his eyes when they burned and rubbed at them frantically.
Lance couldn't see, suddenly thrown back into the first few days he was here. It made his feet go stiff with fear, his breathing coming out ragged.
A voice, loud and angry resonates amongst the crowd,
"Lance! Get up!" Tellru is barely holding Keith by the railings. His legs were thrown over them, holding on with the heel of his foot to try and get some leverage to throw himself over it and into the arena.
It was taking everything Dravla and Tellru had to contain him.
"Move!"
And Lance does, barely rolling out of the way before Rashra slams his hammer down on his head.
Gripped in a tight fear, Lance gasped for whatever air he could in this overbearing darkness. He couldn't see the threat- but he could feel it. The smell alone was disorienting, reminding him of death.
Was he going to die?
"Lance! Back up!" Keith's voice echoes a second warning. Lance clings to his words and scrambles to his feet. He can hear the faint puffing of Rashra's breath when he gets closer and runs the opposite direction.
His feet hobble in the sand, making his balance uneven. The only plus side was that Rashra was running in a similar manner, giving Lance just enough time to try and clean out his eyes He seems able to get enough out to see Rashra when he approaches again and lifts his Bayard.
With a heavy clunk, he catches Rashra's hammer against the side of his Bayard when he swings it, blocking it from hitting his side.
Lance grunts, then fires. Rashra was quick and lifts his shield, stumbling back at the recoil of the bullet against the steel.
No one kept track of how long this battle played out. Minutes, hours- the time was lost to all. Their attention never once left the ring, the ending always unsure. Lance was quick on his feet, able to avoid Rashra easily. Rashra, on the other hand, was able to deflect or dodge the attacks of Lance's bayard with his shield.
It seemed like a 50-50 chance that both could win or lose.
But then, Lance's foot suddenly slipped. Not used to fighting in sand, his footing was unstable, leaving him tumbling to the ground. With that single instance, the tides were turned to Rashra's favor, and he took the chance to strike.
The entire crowd flinched when Rashra's war hammer swung across Lance's chest, shattering the upper metal with such force that chunks flew in different directions.
The air was knocked from Lance's lungs- his own chest burning with pain when a rib or two cracked beneath. Tossed in the air by a few decent feet, he hit the ground hard.
He gasps, clawing at his own shirt to breath.
The world becomes nothing but white noises and colors dancing over his eyes.
Rashra was upon him a second later, kicking his bayard to the side.
He gripped Lance firmly by the collar of his shirt, lifted him, then slammed him back into the ground. The back of his skull collided with the sand- not enough to break it, but enough to make him see stars. This happens again, his vision too disoriented to fight against it.
Like a wave of whiplash, Lance was losing focus.
Rashra was going to win this fight...
Above them, Keith felt tears prick his eyes as Lance's body was lifted, rammed downward, lifted again, and repeat.
If Rashra wanted to, he could end this fight right now, but he was toying with Lance, drawing out the pain.
Keith was screaming, pulling at Tellru's grip, pleading with her to release him. She bit her lower lip, her grip tightening and apologies quietly whispered from her lips.
Keith sobbed for Lance, and somewhere through the dizziness of the blue paladin's mind, and the throbbing pain of his chest repeatedly slammed into the ground, Lance hears him.
It drove him forward, his fingers moving on their own.
Feeling the dirt against his fingertips, searching for anything he could us, he felt something. There was something there.
It was sharp with jagged edges that sliced at the skin along his palm. It would be too late if he didn't act soon, so without considering what he was grabbing, he wrapped his fingers around the object.
It cut away at his hand as he lifted it, driving it into the Coeihn above him.
He would later learn that he had pierced the junction that connected Rashra's neck and shoulder. He had used a chunk of his own chest plate when it had splintered apart moments before when Rashra slammed his hammer against him.
It must have hurt from the way Rashra was howling, releasing Lance's neck and falling back.
His burning lungs could suddenly breath and he was gasping for breath. He rolled onto his hands and knees, disoriented.
Rashra was next to him, clutching his bleeding shoulder. He had seen Coeihns bleed before, but it was only now in the bright daylight, that he truly noticed the color of it.
Their blood wasn't red like he first thought- but more of an orange color. It was odd…
Taking that thought into his mind, Lance slowly reached through the sand to grip the end of his bayard. Moved by something he couldn't explain, he lifted it while Rashra was distracted. When Rashra turned to hit him with his hammer, Lance beat him to the punch and clogged him on the side of the head.
Rashra crumbled to the floor, unmoving.
The crowd let out a small gasp, drawing quiet. With baited breath, they watched Lance stagger to his feet, his breathing seemingly the only sound within the area.
Tellru was crying, her grip changing to hugging Keith, burying her face into the back of his shoulder in joy. Keith was choking on his own breath, his mind torn between cheering and staying quiet to see what Lance did next.
The match wasn't over, after all. It wasn't over until one of the challengers lay dead on the floor.
The Coeihns were waiting for this, knowing that Lance's victory was assured at this point.
With a lift of his head, Lance aimlessly looked to their expectant gazes, his own eyes distant. Almost like he had forgotten where he was for a moment, he tripped a little, catching himself to look at Rashra's collapsed form.
Recalling what he was here to do, Lance lifted his bayard and aimed it to fire at Rashra's skull. All he had to do was pull the trigger and he won.
Lance was motionless.
A few seconds lead to a minute, then longer. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, sharing confused murmurs at his hesitation.
"No…." Lance's hand lowers, and a sense of clarity washes over his eyes. "I…" he lifted his gaze high, looking to the Coeihn's King, "Manson… I can't," he tells him.
The crowd turns to their King, waiting for his reaction. When he leaned forward, everyone seemed to hold their breath "Why is that, Blue Champion?"
Lance swallows, his breathing hard and eyes wild with exhaustion, "I can't," he repeats. "Where I'm from, this isn't how we do things. We don't kill each other. I-It's wrong," his voice could hardly be heard, but Manson seems to have understood what he was trying to say.
Slowly, the King brings his hands together, resting his chin against them curiously. "How are things settled in your world then?"
"We- I dunno. We fight? We argue and talk and maybe sometimes we throw a punch or two- but it's wrong to kill the other, no matter how angry they made you,"
Manson leans back, looking to his left to Harri. Harri says something in the Coeihn tongue and Manson nods.
He turns back to look at Lance.
The next set of motions happened too fast for Lance to ever fully understand.
He remembers seeing the green of the King's eyes- can see the way they flash from calm to shock- then pain.
Something heavy, possibly metal, cracked against Lance's skull.
The world turned black.
There was maybe a scream, a warm liquid pouring down the side of his face, and then the ground shook.
As his body hit the floor, Lance felt cold. So very cold.
And then nothing.
Nothing at all.
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Keith might have screamed.
The sound of a bomb crashing outside of the arena drowned out any noise after Lance fell.
Keith's first reaction is to pull out his Bayard, and slice the throat of the Coeihn responsible for this, but he doesn't.
His legs are paralyzed by shock. A shudder of revulsion runs down his spine next. Then panic, followed closely by blood-curdling fury.
His attacker wasn't that surprising, and perhaps Keith should have seen it coming that Rashra would have only take a few seconds to rouse himself from unconsciousness.
But to attack someone from behind, after the match was considered over- something boiled in Keith's stomach that he had never felt before.
It both scared and fueled him into pulling from Tellru's arms. He was reaching for the bars, lifting a leg over them to enter the arena and kill Rashra himself.
And then- he recalled something vital.
The bomb. There was a bomb. A moment ago a bomb had crashed down from the sky, and the Coeihns were in a panic.
No one, not even the King himself, could stop what happened next.
An attack.
A ship, one larger than any of them had ever seen, had emerged from the clouds.
Too caught up in the sight of the Blue champion crumbling to the floor, they couldn't have prepared for the robotic soldiers that started to fall from the heavens.
Keith couldn't believe his eyes.
Those weren't Coeihns. Or Traveks. No, these were different but terribly familiar.
"Galra…" he murmured quietly.
All out war broke out the second the first Sentinel touched the ground. Keith reached for his Bayard, and screamed over his shoulder. "Tellru!"
She turned, her face pale with shock.
"Get Ruru out of here!" he motioned to her, tossing himself over the bars. "I'm going for Lance!"
"Lala…" Ruru's wide eyes were shining with tears.
Tellru was lifting her into her arms, gripping Dravla's shoulder tight. He squeezed her back before following after Keith's lead, not wanting him to run into this alone.
Together, they stormed into the arena, fighting off Sentinels as they went. Hoping to get to Lance before things got to out of hand, they charge the field with little mercy.
Gaining ground to the center of the arena, they could see Rashra. He was standing next to Lance's form, staring up at the sky, like he was caught in a daze.
"Rashra!" Dravla called to him, "(Snap out of it and pick up your weapon!")
Rashra turned, blinking rapidly. Turning slowly, he lifted his large hammer, watching Dravla and Keith approach with calculating eyes.
"Lance…?" Keith didn't care much for Rashra, his only thoughts on getting Lance out of here. Worried for a moment for how still he was, Keith knelt down to him, gently placing a hand on his face. He brushed his fingers to his soft cheeks, tapping them lightly.
Lance groaned ever so slightly at the touch and Keith smiled in relief. He was alive.
Grateful for that, the moved to lift Lance upward into his arms. He was stopped when a foot connected with his chest.
Startled, Keith fell back, crashing against Dravla. Stunned, they blink up at Rashra in shock.
He barely bats an eye, even daring an innocent smile towards them. Then, like he wished to piss Keith off, he wiggled his finger, silently telling them that touching Lance wasn't an okay thing to do.
"Rashra…?" Dravla says, his throat dry.
The two gasp when a few more sentinels come up from behind. Expecting them to attack, they pause next to Rashra instead.
They surround him like body guards.
Dravla blinks rapidly, then weakly points to him, "(You… Rashra what is going on? Why are they-?")
("Come now, Dravla. Surely you cannot be this big of a fool to not see the obvious?") Rashra shakes his head.
Dravla lowers his hands, eyes wide, "...You brought them here,"
"Guilty as charged," Rashra speaks English and Keith understood what this means
"You're working with the Galra," his voice is livid
"Traitor," Dravla seeths. "You traitor! How could you do this!?"
"The Galra have power," Rashra shrugs calmly. "The Traveks realized this early on."
"The bombing a few weeks ago-" Keith grits his teeth, "The Galra helped the Traveks pull that off,"
"Now you're catching on," Rashra snickers. "All I had to do was get everyone in one place. Who would have thought that challenging someone like this would be enough to lure everyone together like this," he looks down at Lance with disdain. "But it played out wonderfully," he motions upward towards the upper levels of the arena.
To Dravla's horror, the Galra had managed to surround the King.
"Manson!" he cried up to him. Manson glanced over his shoulder in a panic, making sure to hide Harri behind him.
Rashra chuckles at the sight, musing, "It was so hard to lure that pampered King out of his castle. With his power over the defense system, our ships could never get close without being shot down. I should actually thank you all for making this sorry excuse of a paladin so popular amongst the Coeihns. It made it so much easier to gather everyone when I challenged him. And now we have the King…"
Above, the sentinels lifted their guns.
With a torn expression, Manson slowly lifted his arms in a surrender position, knowing he wouldn't be able to get out of this and protect Harri at the same time.
A few Galra pushed forward, taking him by the arms and hitting him to the floor. Harri cried out for his father before a Galran soldier lifted him by the back of his shirt.
"Don't hurt him!" Dravla made a move to run and help them, but Rashra caught his attention.
"Ah ah, I don't think so, Fifth champion." he motions downward to Lance. With his foot, Rashra rolled him over, pressing his heel to the back of Lance's neck, threatening to break it in two if Dravla tried anything.
"Lance!" Dravla shot out an arm to stop Keith. "Come over here and settle this like a man!" Keith roared at him, pushing against Dravla's grip
Rashra tilted his head, "I think I'm good,"
"You coward," Dravla hissed
Rashra shrugs, "When was war ever fair, Dravla? Things were going so well till he showed up." he sighs down at the unconscious blue paladin, "I admit though, he put up a better fight than I first expected him to," reaching down, Rashra gripped Lance around the back of his neck, then lifted upward. Lance's body followed, hanging limply within the Coeihn's grip.
"Don't touch him!" Keith ran forward before Dravla could stop him, slicing the first Sentinel in half then catching the sword of the other with his bayard. He pushed against its strength, forcing it to back up.
In a reckless act, Keith broke out into a run for Rashra. They were outnumbered, and Keith should have evaluated the situation before charging in but… when has he ever really thought threw a plan?
His mind was too caught up on just getting to Lance to notice the fast approaching Sentinels. They were posted above, within the stands, their guns aimed downward.
One fired.
Keith saw it too late.
Prepared for the bullet to hit his lower stomach, possibly killing him, he felt a hand shove him to the side.
With enough force, he was pushed out of the way of the attack, left to watch the beam delve into the skin of Dravla's upper thigh as he took the bullet for him.
When Dravla crumbled to the floor, Keith screamed his name. His voice was lost to the sound of gunfire around him, barely even a whisper to the chaos.
He was careless.
"Dravla?" Keith knelt next to him, shaking his shoulder.
Blood was drizzling onto the sand around Dravla'a stiff form. He was curling into himself, the pain of his leg making him immobile. Sentinels were upon them.
Keith stumbled to his feet to stop them, but found himself surrounded a moment later. He did his best to fight through, but there was only so much one paladin could do against an entire army.
As one of the robot's hands chopped against the back of his neck, Keith's body went numb. He started to fall, his vision failing him.
The sand was soft enough to take most of the fall, but he was forced to peer out at the damage. The Arena was set ablaze, screaming echoing in its wake.
Coeihns were in a panic, rushing out of the arena or taking the Galra sentinels head on. There was nothing he could do to stop this.
Weakly, he lifted his hand out to Lance, mumbling his name.
If only he had done more.
0000-000
When Keith woke up, he was in a cell.
Cuffs were wrapped around his wrists, keeping him from spreading his arms too much.
In a panic, he sat up and scrambled to his feet, which were thankfully uncuffed, allowing him to roam his cell.
Rushing to the bars, Keith growled out a curse.
He had been captured. What was worse, Lance didn't seem to be in this cell and was most likely somewhere else.
Instead, Keith was squished with two other Coeihns. One is looking at him with wide eyes. He glares back.
They say something he doesn't recognize.
"What?" Keith grumbles.
Swallowing, looking more like a citizen than a Coeihn soldier, he motions for Keith to come closer. The Red paladin isn't too willing at first, but changes his mind when he hears someone call his name.
"Keith…" Dravla is collapsed on the floor, the second Coeihn at his side to stop the bleeding along his leg.
"Dravla!" Keith dashes to him, sliding next to him. The sight of the wound along his leg isn't pretty, and is burned horribly from the blast of the laser. But the other Coeihn seems to have fixed it up well with what they had on them.
"Dravla I… I'm so sorry," Keith stammered at the sight. It was his fault. If he hadn't rushed in then Dravla wouldn't have-
"It's okay, Keith," Dravla pats his shoulder, "I would have done the same for Tellru. We can't focus on what went wrong right now. We gotta focus on getting out of this mess."
Feeling like he was suddenly talking with Shiro, Keith felt a wave of calm washing over him. Amazed at how at ease he felt when he was with Dravla, Keith nods, "Right. Dravla, where are we?"
"Aboard one of their ships. The Galra,"
"The Galra?" Keith began to recognize the outlay of the ship now. "What about everyone else? The King?Lance?!"
"We don't know what happened to them." Dravla grunts, sitting up only to wince at his leg, "They wouldn't have killed them though. At least not yet."
"W-What about Tellru?" Keith asks.
"She is alive, I can feel her,' Dravla tells him. "And if she is alive, I know Ruru would be fine." he smiles. "I don't know if they were captured or managed to escape though."
Keith tries to wrap his head around the situation. The Galra would most likely want Lance and him alive- and if the Travek's were really working with the Galra, then they would most likely want the King alive as well. At least long enough to gain something from it.
For now they just had to work on escaping. Speaking on the "They' of that sentence...
"Who is this?" Keith motioned to the third person within this cell. He was a petite looking guy, with curly black hair and wide eyes. He shifted nervously under Keith's gaze, staring at his feet.
"Dizzen," Dravla announces,"A Coeihn citizen. He is a teacher within a few learning facilities."
Keith nods awkwardly to him. Getting back to business, wishing he still has his bayard on him, he asked, "Did you see where they took the others?"
"No. We are the only ones on this side of the ship."
Keith was puzzled at that and got up to peek outside the cell again. "There are hardly any guards around," Keith notes.
"It's been that way for a while." Dravla tells him.
"Were we the only ones captured?"
"No, they took others. A lot more. For some reason, they took them somewhere else and left us here,"
Keith turns to look at Dravla, feeling uneasy, "Why?" he frowns.
"Your guess is as good as mine. They took both soldiers and Citizens to a different location, but left us three in particular here. The 5th champion, the Paladin of Voltron, and a Coeihn teacher. It would almost make sense why they have us together, but it doesn't make sense to why Dizzen is here."
At the sound of his name, Dizzen tilts his head to Dravla, and the fifth champion quickly explains in their native tongue.
Dizzen says something softly, gripping his shirt in a habit to calm his nerves. Dravla turns to him so suddenly that Keith asks, "What? What did Dizzen say?"
"He says that when he was taken here, it was by Rashra's orders."
"Then we are here because of Rashra." Keith concludes.
"Which is never a good thing," Dravla grunts, "Yay for us," he gives Keith a serious look, "I suggest we prepare for something horrible."
"Right," Keith nods, looking back out to the cells. His thoughts travelled to Lance. Was he okay?
Was everyone okay?
The last time had seen Lance, he had been hit unconscious. He was too vulnerable right now. If Keith could, he would break this bars in half and go running to him- but he made the mistake of being reckless before.
He to be smart about this, for everyone's sake.
But man, this sure would be a lot easier if Red were here.
Booommmm baammmmmmm~
This chapter was a roller coaster~
Review:
AirenLag: Oh my gosh, thank you so much. I'm so happy to hear that you liked this story! ;-; It makes me so happy! Yes, Rashra is horrible. A Tellru/Dravla do have horrible timing XD
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DeathLord-92: THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER!
Pinkdoughnuts: hehehe thank you so much XD Roller coaster chapters are some of the best chapters to write. I really hope you liked this chapter as well.
Devil Wolf Girl: Oh my gosh, yes I know 0.0 I don't know what is up with fanfiction. it does that to me ALL the time! I'll sumbit it to doc manager, and then it will just repeat some lines in the story automatically. I go through it and make sure it doesn't, but when I save it, it just does it again to different spots! It's so hard to make sure it doesn't happen. If you see it happen again, I'm sorry :(
Zaffrebat17: Oh my gosh XD Your review made me laugh so hard I started crying. My sister thought I was dying! Thank you so mcuh!