Shattered
By Shannon (AKA KittyShan, LancesKitten)
Originally Published 10/20/2015
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Be Advised - Adult situations, violence, adult language, sexual situations.
Rating: M Violence, Sexual Situations
Chapter 7
Sven sat cross legged on the floor, hands resting on his knees. His eyes were closed as he drew in a deep breath through his nose, held it to a count of ten, then slowly exhaled though his mouth. He concentrated on his body's energy flow, leaving his conscious mind behind and focusing on what he felt, hoping he would somehow stimulate his memory.
He floated through his own psyche, but soon found himself stopped by what appeared to be an all encompassing black wall. Panic started to rise up from the very depths of his soul, but he quickly stilled the feeling and forced himself to really look at this blackness.
The longer he looked, the more he was sure he was missing something very important. And then he saw it! Hidden in the darkness there was a faint glow, as if a light shone from around a door. Hope blossomed inside his heart, and in his mind's eye, Sven watched himself step forward and place his hand against this aperture.
He gasped and started to jerk his hand back as a brilliant white flame enveloped his entire being, but before he could pull away, he felt the most amazing sense of peace fill his soul. This was his chi, his life force! And he knew, this was the way back. He removed his hand from the wall and stepped back, but continued to glow within the surge of his own energy.
Taking a moment, he went back to studying the blackness once more, but this time he found it seemed there was more light, as if tiny pinholes now punctured the wall here and there. It wasn't much, but it seemed to be a start in the right direction - maybe he would get his memory back, after all!
A sharp rapping sound accompanied by a creaky voice calling from the other side of his door jerked him back into the physical world.
"Ryou?"
'It's that damned witch!' Sven thought. He stood up and crossed the room, pausing to take a deep breath and quickly blow it out before he opened the door.
"Witch Hagar, please..." He said, stepping back and ushering her in with a wave of his arm.
"It took you some time to answer." Hagar eyed the space explorer carefully. She was sure she had felt some sort of energy pulse coming from behind that closed door. "Is everything all right?"
"Of course," Sven offered her a smile. He certainly had no intention of sharing anything with her, or that Prince, until he could figure out why he felt this overwhelming sense of imminent danger. A feeling he couldn't help but notice had grown rapidly after he had reconnected with his chi. "I apologize for taking so long, I would never keep a lady waiting."
'A lady?' Hagar thought with a certain sense of delight. She hadn't been treated like a lady for some time...She certainly didn't get a whole lot of respect around this place, let alone any consideration whatsoever. Especially from those two buffoons who thought they were running the show! Without meaning to, Hagar let slip a giggle.
"What the hell was that, Witch?" Lotor bellowed from the doorway. He gave a short bark of laughter as he stepped into the room and clapped Sven on the shoulder. "It sounded like a cat chocking up a hairball, don't you agree, Ryou?"
Not wanting to alienate the Prince, nor the Witch, Sven remained silent.
Lotor took in Sven's discomfort and Hagar's growing fury and laughed even harder. "What's wrong, friend? Cat got your tongue?"
"Prince Lotor-" Hagar began in a tone meant to chide.
"Be careful there, Ryou, it seems whenever she gets her hands on a handsome young man, he disappears in her laboratory never to be seen from again...Rumor has it she takes them as lovers, but after they've pet her kitty they end up covered in warts and turned into toads!"
Lotor found himself so amusing that he fell back against the door and laughed until tears began to fill his eyes.
Sven watched the Prince of Doom with a growing disdain. There was nothing wrong with a little good natured teasing, but this was just plain mean. He looked over at the witch and saw the fury burning in her eyes. And then he felt it - a deep sense of agony; a pain used to fuel her seemingly endless anger. His heart filled with sorrow for the old woman. What a sad existence she must live.
The problem was, Hagar felt it too. She watched Sven with a growing sense of urgency. 'Some how, he has reconnected with his psychic energy!' There was no way to tell if this meant he was already regaining his memories; no way to know just how much he remembered, if anything at all. This meant, with time, he would remember. But she had no idea if that would take days, weeks or even years. She had to warn Lotor - but then she looked over at the spoiled prince. Laughing and snorting with amusement as he did everything in his power to humiliate and degrade her.
'Well, I guess we'll just wait and see how Mr. I'm-so-funny does without my help.'
"If you will excuse me," Hagar said as she pushed Lotor out of her way and exited the room. "I just remembered something I must attend to."
She was going to make herself scarce until it was time to turn Sven into a robeast. If he didn't figure out who he was first! And if that happened, well she would let that little twit of a prince deal with it.
Lotor watched as the old witch scurried from the room. Turning to Sven, he said, "Well, maybe this won't be such a bad day after all."
"Sire?" Sven asked in confusion.
"That hag gives me the creeps, always slinking around the castle." He admitted, "It will be much more fun with just the two of us! Now, are you ready to start this tour?"
"Of course, Sire." Sven replied, thinking to himself, 'She may give me the creeps too, but I would never leave my back turned to you!'