A/N: This took so long because I was SO busy, so I hope that you enjoy it and I'm sorry if it seems rushed :/
Key:
Flashback = Flashback (Obviously)
Dream = Dream
Time Passage =...
- (BORDER) - = perspective change
Anyway, chapter information:
Genres: Adventure and Drama
Warnings: Scenes of violence, and explicit language.
Date started (Chapter): Saturday 1st October 2016
Date finished (Chapter): Thursday 16th February 2017
Song/s: Fight Song by Rachel Platten
Chapter 25: Fight Song
He's so much happier now. He doesn't wake up screaming during the night anymore, and he doesn't seem to be having nightmares anymore. It's like he's a completely different cat – the cat he was all those years ago. He has his therapy sessions and he's on a steady prescription of Prozac to help with his PTSD, anxiety and anger issues, which is...
"What are you writing? I swear that I've seen my name written on that page about, what, a few dozen times?"
I jump and snap my diary closed as I hear Lion-O's voice from directly behind me. "How on Third Earth did you get so close behind me without me realising? I didn't hear you!" I laugh as I turn around to see the lion standing behind me, topless and wearing nothing but his shorts and boots.
"For one thing, I'm a lion – it's a trait from my ancestors." He says, and he wraps his arms around me before picking me up out of my seat, making me squeal with laughter as he carries me up to the bed and lies me down on it. I look up at him as he leans over me to kiss me, and my right hand automatically goes to the nearly healed wound on his forehead, and my left hand runs over the scar which runs down his back, parallel to his spine. I am automatically reminded of when he was brought back to the Lair that night, unconscious and dangerously close to bleeding to death...
I look up from feeding Katzeran as I hear voices shouting outside. "Snarf, can you stay here and look after Katz for me? Just for a minute?" I ask the little red and yellow cat, and he nods so I give him the three month old cub then hurry out into the corridor and down the stairs to see three young members hurrying into the entrance hall, carrying a limp, bloodied body...
"LION-O!" I scream, and the panicked fear automatically sets in that my husband is dead. Pumyra and Tygra rush to carry him up the stairs, and as they pass me, I see the extent of Lion-O's injuries – his back is completely sliced open, allowing me to see his spine. I follow them to the infirmary, but I'm not allowed inside. "Wh...What happened to him?" I ask Tygra as he prepares surgical utensils. "When he was in the fight, Grune cut his back open. We aren't sure about the severity of the damage yet, but he's lost a lot of blood."
"You...You can help him, can't you?" I ask nervously, and so the tiger replies with "We'll try everything that we can, Cheetara, but we can't promise anything – he's hypothermic. We'll make sure to keep you posted with any updates." he says, and then he closes the door...
"Cheetara, are you alright? You've gone quiet."
I come back to my senses and look up into Lion-O's bright gingery-orange eyes. "I'm fine, my love. I just had a flashback to when you were nearly killed in that fight against Grune."
He growls slightly. "I still can't believe I was so stupid to let myself go after him like that. I was such an idiot – I could have died." he snarls, looking away from me. But, I place my hands either side of his head and pull him down into a long and passionate kiss. He purrs throatily, running strands of my mane through his fingers. When he breaks away, I rub my cheek against his, making the young lion gasp then growl as I leave my mark on him. I run my fingers through his thick mane then down his chest and abdomen, the action of which makes his fur puff up and stand on end, making him look incredibly cute and fluffy. I can't help but laugh, seemingly humiliating him.
"C'mere you!" I say, and I pull him down on top of me and hug him tightly. He purrs deep in his throat, lying down on the bed next to me. "I had such a lovely night tonight." I say as we climb under the covers of the bed, holding each other close. "I have too. The food was lovely, and Katzeran was so well behaved." the young lion says as he looks at me, his eyes showing nothing but love. I can't believe that I once held him in my arms when he was just a few hours old – I was only 10 years old at the time. He holds me against his chest, and I slowly drift off to sleep.
- (BORDER) -
I laugh slightly as me and Cheetara walk through the snow-covered street. We'd just dropped Katzeran off at school, and now we're headed back to the Lair. "I love winter. All the snow and the markets, plus the ice-skating when the river freezes over." Cheetara says as she pulls her coat further around her before fixing her scarf back in place, but I just sigh. Sure enough, the markets and the snow are nice, but it's cold and it gets dark earlier...
I realise that Cheetara isn't following me, so I turn around to find her swaying slightly on her feet. "Cheetara? Are you ok?" I ask as I walk towards her.
"L...L...Lion-O, I don't...I don't feel very...well..." she stutters, and then to my absolute horror, my wife collapses in the snow.
"Cheetara!" I cry as I run to her and kneel by her side. She's flushed red with fever, she's sweating, and she's shivering – she's sick. As I look up, I see some Thunderians looking at us in fear, and I realise that I don't know what to do. And so, I slip my own coat off and wrap it around the unconscious cheetah before picking her up in my arms and continuing the journey to the Lair, fighting my way through the blizzard as the harsh, vicious winds buffet me from all directions. I'm so cold, but I'm more worried about the health of my wife.
It takes forever to reach the Lair, and the second I get in, I run up the main stairs towards the infirmary then throw the door open. Tygra and Pumyra come running to investigate, then the second they see me holding Cheetara in my arms, pale and shivering, they usher me into a side room, then make me go out as they care for her. One of the medical aides checks me over, but finds nothing wrong with me. And so, I anxiously wait outside of the room, hoping for an update to come soon.
I open my eyes slightly as my arm is rapidly shaken. "Dad? Dad, wake up!" I hear Katzeran whimpering tearfully, sounding upset about something. I sit up and see the young Litah cub standing by my side of the bed, a traumatized expression on his face.
"Katz, what's wrong?" I grumble sleepily, yawning as I turn to look at Cheetara – the cheetah is still out for the count, gently purring in her sleep.
"I...I...I ha...I had a bad dream and I...I wet myself..." he wails, and so I get out of bed then go to get him sorted out. As a matter of fact, I've been realising that he's been having frequent nightmares and has been wetting his bed a few times a week, which isn't surprising because of the fact that he was kidnapped only a few weeks ago. The poor kid's just traumatized now.
I get him back in bed, and once he's asleep again, I leave and go back to mine and Cheetara's room. I slip back into our bed and I drift off to sleep practically instantly. When I wake up, I'm alone in the bed, but I can hear the shower running. I roll onto my back and sit up, groggily rubbing my eyes as I look at the alarm clock – it's six in the morning.
"You've finally woken up then. I guess that what they say about lions is true then – the lion clan are the laziest of all Thunderian clans."
I turn to the door of the bathroom, and I see Cheetara standing in the doorway, wrapped in her towels. Her mane lies in ringlets and falls as curls down her beautiful face. "I left the shower running for you because I knew that you'd want to wash before breakfast." she says as she walks up to her wardrobe and gets her uniform out before getting dressed. I stretch then get up, trudging into the bathroom. I get showered and changed into my uniform. Fridays are always laid-back, meaning that we have time to relax once Katzeran is at school, but today is different.
We walk out of our room and I go to fetch Katzeran out of bed. He's still half asleep, so I carry him down the stairs to the dining room and sit him in his seat before sitting myself down. Snarf places plates of pancakes covered in maple syrup, sliced bananas and strawberries, blueberries and a scoop of vanilla ice cream in front of us. I hungrily down my plateful, helping myself to a fair amount of fruit. I put some onto Katzeran's plate too, and he stuffs his portion down.
"I don't think that I've seen you eat like this in a long time." Cheetara laughs as I ravenously down a large slice of honeydew melon. I shrug in reply before finishing my food then getting up. "Right you," I say to Katzeran as he wipes his nose on the back of his hand "You know what time it is, don't you? Bath time!"
He groans slightly before getting out of his chair and follows me as we walk along the corridor, then up the stairs and into his room to grab his towel and a change of clothes for him. When we go into mine and Cheetara's room, I turn the bath on and put some of his bubble bath into the water. Then, I strip him off then pick the young cub before dunking him in the water. Once I've bathed him, I get him dried and dressed.
"Dad," he says as he looks at the small scar on his chest "How did I get that?"
"You've asked that question hundreds of times already, Katz!" I laugh as I brush his long golden-blonde mane, but I still tell him how it happened – when he had just learned to walk, he fell over and cut himself.
"Dad, what are we gonna do today? Can we go to the park? PLEASE?" Katzeran asks as we walk out of his room.
"Maybe we can go to this afternoon or in the evening because I've got something really important to do today."
Katz looks at me with intrigue. "What are you going to do?"
"Me and your Mum have to go to the city to talk about what is going to happen to the Wolfman who took you away from us for a week." I say as I ruffle his mane, making him growl at me in annoyance "I'll see if I can take you to the park after school, ok?"
"Ok, Dad." he says, and as we walk along the corridor then into the Council Chamber, I see that the other Thundercats are sat at the table. I sit in my seat and Katz worms his way onto my lap. "The trial is at eleven – we have about an hour and a half to get ready and get there. I'll be going with Sebastian, Cheetara and Pumyra – the rest of you will stay here." I say as Katzeran wriggles into my arms and cuddles me. The young Litah looks up at me with a confused expression, but I simply put it as the fact that he just doesn't understand what's going on.
...
I anxiously walk through the double doors into the room. I look up and see Cheetara and the other Thundercats – they're sat in the upper seating area. Handcuffs are locked around my wrists and I'm escorted to the front of the courtroom before being forced to my knees in front of the Judge and the jury. I'm then shackled in place, and the Sword of Omens and Claw Shield are taken from me. A pack of photographs are handed to the Judge – the same ones that I was shown when I was punished by the other Thundercats.
"So, Lion-O, Lord of the Thundercats and King of New Thundera, do you understand the circumstances under which you are here before us?"
"Because I killed Rataro."
"I didn't hear that, boy. Speak up!"
"BECAUSE I KILLED RATARO!" I yell, and one of the Plun-darrian guards strikes me around the head with the handle of his rife, making me roar in pain as blood trickles down my cheek.
"Learn to control your temper, boy! It won't get you very far here – you were warned that Plun-darrian trials are far more vicious than Thunderian ones! But seeing as how you know that you are here for the murder of General Rataro of the Great Plun-darrian Army, we can skip that bit. Plus, the fact that you are also known to be guilty of your crime – the crime of murder – means that we just have to discuss what happened and decide on a suitable punishment..."
"Hold it and go back a minute! It wasn't murder! I acted purely out of self-defence because he was threatening to kill my wife who was at the moment and still is pregnant!" I snap in fury, and so the guard presses a button on a remote – the electric shock courses through my body and makes every muscle seize at once, tearing a strangled roar from my constricted throat.
Once the shock is over, I look up at the judge, panting and twitching. "You will be punished severely, boy. We are forbidden from killing you, and so you will be flogged in front of an audience."
I look at Saborr as I enter the courtroom. He's kneeling before Lysander and is held down by unbreakable iron shackles. The second the wolf sees me, he begs and pleads for my forgiveness and mercy. "SILENCE!" I roar, shocking everyone into being quiet.
I walk up to the Wolfman as I growl "You want me to show you mercy and forgiveness? After you kidnapped and brutally thrashed my five-year-old son? Katzeran was covered in bruises and deep cuts that nearly reached the bone when we rescued him! I'll show you mercy, but I don't know what world you're in if you think for even one second that I'll show you forgiveness for the crimes you committed against me and my family! After seeing what state my cub was in, I wanted nothing more than to hunt you down and tear you apart for what you did to him. I was set to either execute you or kill you myself in the most excruciatingly painful way possible, but Cheetara told me otherwise." I pace in front of the High Thunderian Council as I continue, "If this would have been to have happened a few hundred years ago, Saborr, you would have been executed publically. However, times have changed a lot since then. My Father, Lord Claudus, abolished capital punishment on Thundera – the last person to have been executed on Thunderian soil was General L'üffanick of the Plun-darrian Army after he failed to assassinate my brother, Leo, and me, and for his countless war crimes against the people of this planet. And, did you know that the Plun-darrian Supreme Court allowed for it to happen?"
I look Saborr in the eyes. He glares at me before saying "But what you seem to be forgetting, Lion-O, Lord of the Thundercats, is that if you would have been to have killed me, it wouldn't have made the slightest difference because you're a murderer! You have the blood of Lord Rataro and Grune the Destroyer on your hands. How can a noble man like you live with that? Do you not feel the weight of your sins crawling all over your back?"
"I can live with that because that isn't who I am anymore! That was in the past, and it's behind us now."
Ignoring the wolf's look of malice, I take a pack of photographs from the table and hand them to Lysander. The elderly lion takes the photos out, and I hear the gasps of horror and disbelief from the members of the High Council at the images of Katzeran after we got him back.
"I don't understand how someone could do something so cruel to such a young cub!" Lysander says in a steely tone as he glares at Saborr, whose ears lay flat on his head as it becomes clear that he's realised that he won't be getting off lightly.
"Not to mention that you sent some of your friends after us to recapture Katz and you had me shot with a tranquilizer gun four times. And then there is the fact that your original plan was to have Katzeran skinned so that you could have his pelt turned into a coat for your girlfriend, and you were going to have me turned into a rug. Even if you had have succeeded and had managed to turn my son into a coat, I don't think that your girlfriend would be very happy to learn that the Litah cub pelt that her coat was made from was the pelt of the Prince of New Thundera! You know, although the pelt of a Thunderian cat is a very popular choice in the fur trade, it is highly illegal and is a criminal offence to possess it with the intent to supply, or even just to simply own some. In many sectors of the galaxy, it is a crime punishable by death!" I snap, starting up a series of infuriated and disgusted vulgar shouts about the Wolfman, many of which are urging me to kill him.
I unleash a guttural roar that reverberates in the small room, and everyone present falls silent in seconds. "I'm not going to kill you, Saborr, but you'll suffer for your crimes." I say as a young member of the ThunderGuard approaches me, holding a box. He stops in front of me and opens the box, so I pull out the contents – a bullwhip. "Do you know how much it hurts to be whipped? The bullwhip can reach the speed of sound, and when you are struck with it, the gashes go down to the bone. When I went on trial before the Plun-darrian Council for killing Rataro, my punishment was to receive fifty lashes with a bullwhip, which left me with bloody lashes on my back, chest and abdomen – I was screaming for mercy before the twentieth stroke."
I pull the whip back over my head then bring it down – Saborr flinches and howls in pain as the material bites into his back, tears streaming down his cheeks. "You see?" I say as I force the wolf to look me in the eyes "Hurts, doesn't it? That's the pain that you inflicted on my son multiple times."
Saborr looks at me, and I can see the expression of fear and hatred. "You deserved the lashes for killing Rataro! He was our greatest leader ever! And you murdered him! You didn't deserve to live - you deserved the death penalty!" he spits, and the young ThunderGuard member beats him round the back of the head with his rifle.
The trial continues for another hour, and Saborr is found guilty of treason and child abuse – as a punishment, he is sentenced to life imprisonment on the Penal Planet. As the 'Guards release Saborr from the restraints, the Wolfman beats them out of the way and charges at me as he draws a jagged-bladed dagger which he somehow concealed about his person. I don't have much time to act. I grab the Sword of Omens and pull it from the Claw Shield, just as he knocks me down. There's a sudden nagging pain as he tries to stab the dagger into my upper arm, causing me to roar in shock and pain as the blade creates a deep gash, but before he can do any serious damage by forcing it into my flesh, I wrestle it from his hands and then Sebastian tackles him. I hear a sharp canine yelp of pain from one of the wolves as they scrap on the ground.
Saborr is dragged off Sebastian and is escorted out of the room by armed ThunderGuard members, and I see that Sebastian's right ear is shredded and bloody.
I sit against the wall as Sebastian runs up to me. I throw the dagger away then place my hand over the wound with a deep growl of pain, tears trickling down my cheeks as blood trickles down my arm. "We need a medic over here!" the Wolfman shouts at the top of his voice over the horrified and concerned cries of the crowd
"Lion-O...Oh Gods of Thundera, I...I didn't know that he was going to do that!" I hear Cheetara say as she and Pumyra run up to us "Here, let me have a look." The young puma says, so I take my hand off of the wound, and her look of relief tells me that it's not severe. "It's not bad – the bleeding makes it look worse than it actually is. From the look of it, you're going to need stitches and an anti-tetanus shot to be on the safe side, but until we get back to the Lair, I'm only going to be able to bandage it."
Pumyra opens the first aid kit that one of the ThunderGuard members gives her. "I've got to clean it, so this might hurt." she says as she takes out a bottle of clear strong-smelling fluid before pouring some onto a piece of cotton wool. The second it touches the wound, it burns like hell. I growl viciously as my claws spring from my fingertips, but Cheetara reassuringly squeezes my hand as she says "It's alright, Lion-O. Just relax, ok?"
Pumyra bandages my arm, then helps me get up. As the people who came to watch the trial disperse, we walk out of the courtroom. "We've contacted the Lair and Lord Panthro is on his way here in the Thundertank." one of the ThunderGuard members says as he stops in front of us.
"Good. Have you informed Tygra about the incident? I'll need the infirmary ready." Pumyra asks, so the young Thunderian ocelot nods then walks away.
...
I try to calm myself as I am forced out into the courtyard. It's raining heavily, and the grass has been turned into a thick sludge. I nearly slip over on the cobblestones so many times and when I catch sight of the gallows, my heart starts pounding in my chest with dread, even though I know that I'm not being hung or even executed. I see the crowd entering a building, which is where we're headed.
Everyone watches as I am marched in, up onto a slightly raised platform and am shackled into a standing position. I see Cheetara and the other Thundercats standing on the floor before me, along with Rataro's family.
"Now, this isn't going to be pleasant, but it's the only method we can use that isn't classed as flat-out torture."
The clasps on my shirt are unfastened and it's taken off along with my belt. The cool air on my chest makes my fur stand on end. "I'm so sorry, Lion-O."
"Please, just get it over with!" I say and so the Judge nods. "Crime committed was the unlawful killing of General Rataro. Punishment is fifty lashes with a bullwhip."
The first strike cuts a searing wound horizontally across my chest, leaving me too stunned to speak or make a sound. I can feel my muscles tensing and my skin tingling in unnecessary anticipation of the next lash, which comes across my back in seconds. Each lash is followed by another and another in rapid succession. The pain is awful and it feels like my back and chest are on fire. I know that the liquid dribbling down my back is my own blood, but I try my best to ignore it. The next few land across my chest and abdomen – the pain is so bad that I can no longer hold in my cries and on the twentieth lash, I scream for mercy.
"Just sit still for me, Lion-O."
I breathe in slowly as I feel the needle piercing my skin and the anti-tetanus shot being injected into my upper arm. It didn't take Pumyra too long to stitch the wound up, but my injured arm is wrapped in a bandage, held in place by a sling around my neck.
"How long will it be until my arm is healed?" I ask as I stand up.
"Well, it could take between a fortnight and three weeks."
I sigh before walking out of the infirmary and along the corridor to the Control Room. Cheetara looks up at me as I walk in. "I'm guessing that Saborr isn't going to be getting out of prison anytime soon." I say in a glum tone as I sit down in one of the chairs.
"Well, attacking and trying to stab the King of New Thundera doesn't help much. He was immediately escorted to the Penal Planet and the sentence was decided on. He's never getting out."
I chuckle slightly then growl in pain as I move my wounded arm. "I suppose that that the news spread like wildfire, then?"
"You tell me." she says as she changes the feed on the screen to the news; it's footage of Saborr charging at and then stabbing at me with the caption of 'Crazed Plun-darrian Wolfman facing a life behind bars after attacking and trying to stab HRH King Lion-O of New Thundera and Third Earth.'
"Well, at least he was caught." I say as she gets up then walks towards me, slipping her arms over my shoulders. She kisses me on the cheek before asking "How's the arm?"
I move it gingerly. "Well, the anaesthetic wore off pretty quickly and I can't have painkillers for a few hours yet, so it's pretty sore." I look at the time – it's nearly ten past three "We'd better leave to go to Katzeran's school to collect him."
- (BORDER) -
Tears trickle down my cheeks as I watch Lion-O being whipped. His torso is covered with bloody gouges, and each time the whip strikes his body, he screams in pain. I close my eyes and turn away from him to spare myself the sight of my husband's brutal punishment, my arms protectively wrapped around my swollen stomach as if in some vain attempt to prevent mine and the lion's unborn cub from knowing the horrors that I have witnessed. Every time I hear the whip crack against Lion-O's body, he screams for mercy, becoming more and more desperately pleading after each one.
"Mum! Dad!"
Katzeran hares towards us at an unbelievably fast speed and catapults himself against my legs, almost bowling me over. I pick him up, unable to believe how heavy my cub is. He giggles, then falls silent as he notices Lion-O's injured arm. "What happened to Dad? Why is his arm wrapped up? Did someone hurt him?" he asks, so Lion-O replies with "Yes, Katz, but it's all sorted now."
I look at the young lion and notice that he's pale and his eyes show his pain. As we walk back to the Thundertank, I look around us and notice that many of the Thunderians are looking at Lion-O and talking to each other. "Are you alright? How's your arm?" I ask the young lion as we get into the 'Tank.
Lion-O sighs before saying "It's alright, I suppose. Doesn't hurt...much."
I nudge him slightly with my elbow as I say "You do realize that you can't lie to me, L'ûencho," causing him to look at me in shock upon me calling him by his Thunderian name, "Our mated bond allows me to feel your pain."
He chuckles as I start up the Thundertank before asking "Am I that transparent?"
"Sometimes." I laugh, leaning over to kiss the young lion. He chuckles again as we kiss, then we break away from each other. I check to make sure that Katzeran is sat down in his seat, then we head off back to Cats' Lair.
- (BORDER) -
That Night
"L...Lio...Lion-O...Help...Help me..."
My heart pounds in my chest as I run towards Cheetara. The cheetah lies on the steps of the Lair, cut and bloodied. I feel the grief and guilt welling up inside of me as I take my beloved wife in my arms, tears of emotional agony trickling down my cheeks.
"It's alright, 'Tara – I'm here. I'm here now. I've got you." I say, my throat drying up as I hold her against my chest. She looks up at me weakly, her eyes glazed, and then she goes limp. When I look up, my eyes meet those of Mumm-ra who is holding the Sword of Plun-darr, which is red with blood – the blood of my wife...
My eyes fly open and I'm aware of the fact that I'm tangled up in the bedding, soaked with sweat. Tears stream down my eyes as the panic sets in that what I just witnessed was reality, and so in my dazed condition, I frantically search for my mate.
"Shh Lion-O, it's ok. I'm here. Calm down. It was just a nightmare."
I feel the cheetah's arms close around my body, and I uncontrollably sob against her, slowly breathing in her scent. She holds me close to her like I'm a cub again as I tremble, and when I eventually manage to catch my breath, I weakly say "I...I for...I forgot to take my meds before we went to bed."
"I kinda guessed that," she says as I nuzzle into her thick fur. She runs her hands up and down my back, soothing me and making me relax. I start purring throatily, and eventually drift back off to sleep in my wife's arms…
"Mum? What's going on?"
"Go back to bed, Katz."
"But…Mum…"
"Just go! Lion-O! Lion-O, wake up! It's an emergency!"
I open my eyes, groggy from being hastily roused from my sleep. Confused, I look up and see Cheetara above me, fully dressed in her uniform with a look of pure urgency on her face. Katzeran is lingering in the doorway,
"What is it?"
"You're needed in the Control Room."
I sigh before getting up, getting into my uniform and clipping the Claw Shield onto my belt then slipping the Sword of Omens into it, and then we walk out of the door into the corridor, Katzeran following close behind. When we enter the Control Room, I see Bengali at the monitor. "Where are the others?" I ask the tiger, to which he responds with "We weren't going to wake them until our suspicions were confirmed. Besides, Lion-O, I think that you should have a look at this."
I walk up to the telescreen where he is rapidly typing in commands and numbers. On the display, I can see that there is a vast area of the forest which is billowing a massive plume of smoke and is glowing an eerie orange colour.
"Can you zoom in on that, Ben?" I ask as Katzeran tugs at my arm, whimpering, mewing and clamouring to be picked up.
"Sure thing, Lion-O."
The white tiger zooms in on the area as I pick mine and Cheetara's son up, but I almost drop the cub when the Sword of Omens roars in warning of danger. I tear it from the Claw Shield then hold it in front of my eyes as I command "Sword of Omens, give me Sight Beyond Sight!"
The crossbars curl upwards and the familiar fog fills my mind, and then what I had been fearing in the pit of my stomach is confirmed – I watch my brother collapse, overwhelmed as flames surround him from the burning hut. Then, I see Mumm-ra setting fire to the entire village.
I growl furiously as I lower the Sword. I put Katzeran down before bolting out of the door towards the hangar where the Thunderstrike is.
"Lion-O! Wait! What's wrong?"
I look at Cheetara as she catches up with me. I calm myself down just enough to be able to say "Wake the other Thundercats and have them ready for action – I want to be gone in the next five minutes!"
"Why?"
I growl again. "Leo's in danger. Mumm-ra's set fire to the Ferrals' Village – he's trapped! All of the Ferrals are!"
"Calm down, Lion-O, OK? We'll be at the village as soon as possible, alright?"
I nod, then she rushes to notify Bengali and wake the other Thundercats, but I can do nothing but worry. Leo hasn't got much time. Smoke inhalation could kill him in 15 minutes, and I want to be able to help my brother before that. All I can do now is hope and pray that it isn't going to be too late to help him by the time that we get to the Ferrals' Village.
To Be Continued…
Next time on Thundercats:
It's a race against the clock to reach the Ferrals' Village, but will the Thundercats be able to rescue Leo in time? Now that Saborr has been punished and imprisoned for kidnapping Katzeran, everything is dealt with, but when an old friend of the Thundercats meets their untimely demise during battle, they have to travel to Third Earth to pay their respects. With the 'Cats gone, Mumm-ra decides to lay waste to New Thundera, but will he succeed with his plans?
Find out in the next chapter of Thundercats: Wake Up!