Last one for today. Should have it finished in the next few days hopefully... Hope you enjoy!
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The spectators all raced down to the base of the cliff, with Lance's family and the king leading the anxious procession. Large trees laid in crumbled piles as smoke slowly lifted from the crash site.
The villagers froze as one figure crawled out of the site, coughing up smoke. He looked up at the townspeople with wide sapphire blue eyes, before he whirled around to the true wreckage.
The smoke finally cleared enough, and Lance's cries got caught in his throat at what he was seeing.
The large body of the dragon laid there in the splinters and debris of the trees, wings wrapped around his chest, where Lance had been only a few seconds before.
"Ke—Keith..." Lance breathed, tears streaming down his tan cheeks. "N—No... you weren't supposed to protect me..."
He scrambled forward, sliding up to the dragon and cradling his large head, gently stroking the soft scales and fur under his jaw.
The Alteans watched the teen sobbing into the dragon's head. How could he care for the beast so much?
"Now's our chance!" One shouted. "Chop his head off to make sure he's dead!"
Lance heard them all rush forward, and whirled around.
"Haven't you done enough to him?!" Lance shrieked, tears streaming down his tan cheeks. "He sacrificed himself to save me! He hasn't done anything to this island yet you still persecute him!"
They looked amongst each other awkwardly, many showing signs of guilt.
"Keith," Lance whispered. "Please, wake up... I need you..."
A yellow eye peeked open, and the villagers who saw fearfully backed away once more. Lance hadn't noticed it yet, however.
"Keith," Lance continued. "Please, wake up... you shouldn't have to pay for being persecuted...! I need you... please..."
The dragon's form slowly shriveled down to that of the teen with the long dark mullet.
"Don't stop now," he smiled weakly. "It was just getting good."
Lance jerked his head up, smiling at the Mullethead in his arms. "You jerk!" Lance cried, pulling Keith into a tight hug. "I thought I lost you!"
"Are you kidding? There's no way that fall would kill me in my dragon form," Keith smiled before he spotted the armed villagers pointing their torches and pitchforks at the two. "But they might."
Lance followed his gaze to the mob closing in on the two teens. Lance helped Keith up and started gently pushing him back. "Go Keith," he muttered. "I can try to stall them--"
"No, this time I'll fight for my treasure," Keith growled, letting out a beastly roar as a warning.
Lance didn't know what to do... there had to be a way to show them...
"STOP!" A voice shouted, as Shiro and Hunk broke through the crowd and stood beside Lance with their weapons drawn.
"Sire, this isn't right, the dragon hasn't injured any of us once," Shiro tried. "Doesn't he deserve a second chance?"
"What about all those raids?" Alfor demanded, his patience gone. "Do you expect me to just sit back and leave this beast to destroy us?! What kind of King would I be if I didn't fight to protect my people--?!"
"Fight me then!" Lance countered as he stepped forward between both parties. "I win, Keith can stay freely wherever he chooses without prejudice."
"If I win?"
"You can kill Keith and me," Lance offered.
Alfor thought about his proposal as Shiro and Hunk spoke out against it. Lance just ignored them, his eyes not leaving the king.
Alfor laughed. "A foolish wager, Lance," the king mused. "You have nowhere to shoot one of your arrows without hurting your people or your followers!" He drew his sword.
"I don't need a bow and arrows to defend those I care about." Lance drew his own sword with a hiss. "If I've got a blade and my friends, then I'll fight!"
"Foolish choice, boy," Alfor growled before the two charged each other.
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Purple Dragonfire
Fanfiction(Voltron Fantasy AU). Lance's dream was finally coming true! He got the chance to become a knight, alongside his hero, Sir Shiro, not to mention his best friend Hunk. However, his first mission is the most dangerous mission, for the three heroes mu...
