Shattered
By Shannon (AKA KittyShan, LancesKitten)
Originally Published 10/20/2015
Disclaimers: Voltron and all associated characters are owned and copyrighted by WEP. Original/new characters belong to the author.
Be Advised - This chapter contains violence, sexual situations, foul language.
Rating: M Violence, Sexual Situations
Chapter 4
Witch Hagar watched with mounting pleasure as the last bit of goopy blue liquid drained out of the cylinder. The human lifted his head, looking around the laboratory with confusion. Hagar motioned to her assistant who immediately went to work opening the glass door and helping Sven to step out of the contraption.
"How are you feeling, mighty warrior?" Hagar watched him carefully. She was sure that most of his memories had been erased, but she had to test him to be absolutely certain. And this would be the best time, his body still weak from the extended stay in a partially frozen state.
Sven shook his head as if to clear away the cobwebs. "I am unsure," he began, his voice still heavily accented by his Norwegian ancestry. "Where am I? Who are you?"
The old witch studied the young man for a moment with a growing feeling of optimism. Certainly his memory must be wiped clean. After all, if he had remembered her, she was sure that he wouldn't be able to hide it!
Months had past since the once-member of the Voltron Force, with the help of his fellow space explorers, had been delivering food and medical supplies to the people of Arus. She had used her evil cat Coba to lure one of the young men away from the crowds - any one of them would have been sufficient, but the nosy one, Lance, had shown up and she'd been able to trap him in a net made from her dark magic... Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Sven had shown up and freed Lance, ordering him to run for help...but help hadn't come in time.
Hagar had used her wicked ways to replicate herself, surrounding Sven with what seemed to be dozens of evil witches, before blinding him. But, she had to admit, she had been shocked when he had been able to use his own psychic senses to figure out which witch was which... He had lashed out, causing her to reel in her shadow selves to concentrate on her final blows - she struck him with her witch's staff and ripped through his torso, leaving him bleeding out in the dirt.
She had hoped that with Voltron short one pilot, it would be easy for the Forces of Doom to finally invade and conquer the mighty robot lions and eradicate all hope the Galaxy Alliance had left.
As foul luck would have it, that damned little girl, Princess Allura, had stepped in and started piloting the Blue Lion and destroyed that scheme. But she had a back up plan...the one she was executing now.
Unbeknownst to anyone but herself, she had infected the handsome young man with a special poisonous potion that she had specially designed herself; Sven appeared to have met his end and his friends had been shattered at his loss. Witch Hagar had hidden herself, waiting patiently for her chance to retrieve his body. Once the Voltron Force and the people of Arus had their opportunity to say good-bye to the young space explorer, his body had been loaded onto a ship with the intention of returning him to his home planet of Terra for burial.
As soon as the ship was far enough away, the witch had secretly boarded in the night and stolen the body.
Which brought things to the here and now. After months in a specially designed tank, filled with a special fluid that kept his body in a semi-frozen state so that it could heal - as well as giving her time to use her vile magic to erase his memories - Sven had been brought back to life. All that was left was to test him. If he passed inspection, then her plan would continue and they would fill his heart and mind with hatred for his once-friends before turning him into a robeast and sending him to slaughter those unsuspecting Voltron pilots, once and for all.
"You don't remember me?" Hagar made sure to use her gentlest tone, one that made it seem she was genuinely concerned.
Sven leaned against the witch's assistant, still unable to completely support his own weight. He closed his dark blue eyes and tried to remember, but his mind seemed to be blank; as if a never ending blackness had painted itself over his life. He shook his head slowly before opening his eyes and returning to the moment.
"I don't even remember myself."
Witch Hagar's heart leapt with wicked joy and she quickly turned away to ensure that any sign of her delight was hidden. "Oh my," she began, "I was hoping that after healing your body, you would be able to tell us who attacked you."
"I cannot. I don't even remember my name."
She turned back to him. "Ryou. Your name is Ryou. You are one of the most decorated and honored warriors in Prince Lotor's personal guard."
"Prince Lotor?" Sven considered this. "I'm sorry but I do not know this man."
"Your King?" Hagar asked, "do you remember your King, Zarkon?"
He shook his head, a distressed look growing across his handsome features.
"Do you remember me, child?" Hagar stepped in close and laid a hand against his arm. "I am Witch Hagar, the Royal Advisor to both our King and Prince, as well as High Priestess for the Profane Order of the Unholy."
Sven met her eyes and, with a growing desperation, said, "I do not."
She patted his arm as she moved away. "I see. Perhaps your memories will return with time. If they do not, perhaps I can find a spell, or an elixir, to help restore them."
Sven's face was awash with worry. He had to regain his memories, and yet something about this woman and her offer to magically restore his mind left him more than uneasy. "And until then?"
The old witch let out a deep sigh as she turned to look at him. "I suppose we start by letting our Prince know that his favorite warrior is finally awake."
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When the knock sounded at his door, Prince Lotor's blood ran ice cold with fury. He had left strict orders that he was not be disturbed for anything short of an attack on the castle itself and those imbeciles couldn't even get that right! Finally, after weeks, he had found a way to force Princess Romelle into surrender - into his bed. Now, just as he was about to rip the clothes from her body and ravish her, someone dared defy him...
He stood perfectly still and waited. When the second knock came, he flew into a rage. He grabbed his sword from its sheath and strode to the door and flung it wide as he brought his razor-sharp blade up in preparation of slashing the offender to pieces.
"Put that thing down. You could put someone's eye out."
"Hagar! I said I was not to be disturbed!"
The old woman scanned the room quickly as she shoved her way past him. Her eyes made their way from the bound and gagged, naked girl on the bed to the still chained and scantily clad Romelle. She made her way to stand before the Polluxian Princess. She turned to face Lotor and chuckled at seeing the bulge in the front of his breeches. "I can see that you are..."
Lotor slammed the door closed before stalking across the room to tower over the gnarled witch. He poked her in the chest with his sword and roared. "Get out before I kill you for ruining our fun!"
With a wave of her hand, she used her magic to disarm the Prince, his sword clattering as it hit the stone floor.
The two glared at one another before the witch sighed and did her best to look contrite.
"I can see you were having fun playing with your new pet, My Most Gracious Master. You must realize that for me to intrude, it is a matter of utmost importance."
Lotor looked somewhat appeased. He glanced at Romelle, hoping that the exchange would impress upon her just how highly he was regarded. "So what is it? Go on..."
"Sire, I do believe we should speak in private."
"We are in private, Hagar. And the Princess Romelle has given me her word that she will be freely joining with me and taking her place in court as my mistress. You may speak in front of her."
For just a moment, she considered arguing with the young Prince, but then she decided the human female was no real threat. After all, like most of his past conquests, it wouldn't take Lotor long to tire of her and toss her to the soldiers. And they would tear her to pieces, literally. She shrugged. The girl would be dead by the end of the week. "Our friend is awake and he's ready to meet with you."
Lotor's eyes widened with a growing excitement. "And his memory?"
Hagar cackled. "You doubt my skills, young Prince?"
With another sly look at Romelle, Lotor puffed out his chest in a need to prove his authority in front of his conquest-to-be. "Do not try my patience, Hagar! Just ask my lover, Romelle, what happens when I tire of a woman's games."
Romelle had been doing her best to remain silent and still, a skill she had learned in her own court when just a child. The things that one heard when no one thought they were listening could often make all the difference in the world. And this seemed a conversation that could very well be of the greatest value. With Lotor drawing the witch's attention to her, Romelle lowered her head as if in deference, hoping the act would fool the old hag into thinking it was safe to continue speaking openly.
Witch Hagar took a moment to study the young woman's face. Romelle had tried to hide the burning fury in her eyes, but the older woman had seen it anyway. She quickly ducked her head and pretended to cough in order to cover a chuckle. Lotor was so much like his father, believing he could tame these human females. But, Hagar knew different - she knew how difficult it was to break their spirits. Many years before, she had done everything in her power to rid herself of Lotor's human mother, but the damn woman had proved to be a worthy foe. Eventually, Hagar was victorious, but that was a story for another time...
"Of course not, My Prince," she finally replied. "I only meant to lighten your mood."
"Tell me that Sven's mind has been wiped clean and I will be elated."
The witch smiled. "Indeed it has, Prince Lotor. As far as I can tell, he remembers nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Not even his own name..."
"Then we must proceed immediately," Lotor stated as he began to re-dress.
"Of course, as you command, Sire," Hagar spoke as she studied the striking resemblance that Romelle bore to the Princess Allura. "I do believe we should try one last test before we begin the process of turning him into a robeast, My Prince."
Author's Note: In V:DotU, episode 6 (The Right Arm of Voltron) contains the scene in which Hagar replicates herself and injures Sven - Sven is then sent off to the "hospital planet, Ebb" to recover. Much later in the series, Sven shows up living on planet Doom (there's no real explanation that I can remember for this), but he ends up helping Romelle. In GoLion, Sven has a look-alike brother - his name is Ryou. Because Voltron is made from GoLion, and character death (in a cartoon) way back when just didn't happen, when Sven reappears on planet Doom in V:DotU, it's actually Ryou from GoLion, but (in V:DotU) he continues on as Sven. You can tell the difference because of the change in clothing - while Sven wears dark blue/black clothing with a collar that resembles a priest's clerical collar, Ryou wears a lighter blue shirt. (If you're confused by this, or have questions, I'll do my best to answer - either PM me here, or you can email me at lances underscore kitten at yahoo dot com) Anyway, my point - when Sven doesn't remember his name in this chapter, I had Hagar tell him it's Ryou - a way to both honor and incorporate a little Voltron/GoLion lore. : )