Save the night

Prologue

Two kingdoms stood in an alliance as the most powerful kingdoms in the whole land. The Altea and Galra Kingdoms are their names. The Altea Kingdom is most known as the birthplace of modern medicine and science and is ruled by the powerful Alfor. The alluring domain occupies most brilliant scientists of all the land including the Olkari, the Holts, and of, course, Alfor himself. The Galra Kingdom is the fiercest territory in the land. The former soldier Zarkon, now King of the Galra Empire, has made it infamous for its battle strategies, wins, and advanced weaponry. With both of the monarchies strengths, they decided to make an alliance called Voltron.

Voltron became the most powerful group ever known to history. The main purpose of Voltron transpired to eliminate corrupted governments only searching for power and wealth. Voltron fought day and night to clean the land of the infection called greed. Zarkon, unfortunately, became infected. The ruthless king wanted to conquer more and more land, including Altea. Alfor didn't approve of it. His comrade, his best mate, betraying him for something so meaningless. So, Alfor offered a deal to Zarkon. Any kingdom that stood with the Voltron coalition is left out of his rampage or he would send every single soldier in all the kingdoms to kill Zarkon. He agreed, but it wasn't smooth sailing from there. Something much worse happened that devastated the entire Kingdom of Altea.

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Zarkon's castle stood as a dark gloomy cavern, that only the foolish would step into and not except consequences. It is a sacred landmark only that the worthy can step afoot in, at least as Zarkon says.

"Your Majesty, King Alfor is in the hall."

"Send him in," Zarkon waved his hand towards the door. The young servant hurries to the door. Before he could reach it King Alfor barges in with an outraged expression. "My old pal, how are you nowadays?"

Alfor storms up to the luxurious throne his rival is sitting upon. "Don't play coy with me! I want to know where you took my child?" Venom drips from his mouth as the room becomes a little less quiet.

"Whatever do you mean, Alfor?" The walls of the room started to crawl with rage and desperation.

His face starts to go red as he listens to Zarkon. "I know you took my child! I also know that you have been trying to sabotage my kingdom for years now. I just never thought you would go this low." Alfor stomps down the room but stops at the door. His breathe hitches as his grip tightens on his scepter. "This isn't over, old friend. I will get my child back," Alfor doesn't dare face Zarkon, "even if it means war."

Alfor walked through the door slamming it behind him. The room roared with noise, only for a second though, before it fell completely silent again.

"Nice talk."

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Sorry that the Prologue is short but that is all the background story needed for now

See you Next time

Peace