The New Prince

Chapter 38

Haggar walked through her laboratory, preparing herself for the coming. Pondering back to weeks prior, the witch took pride in how well her plan had been executed.

What you don't know is that I can save you both. Only one can truly live; it is the law of the amulet. I can certainly rule without either of you, but I don't want to be a queen, that's too inferior to what I want."

"And what is that?" Lotor coughed again.

"I want to be the greatest sorceress this galaxy has ever known! But I need one of you to achieve this."

"What's in it for me…if I…help you?"

Haggar stood up and walked over to the dead king then caressed his face. "You live." She turned and looked at him, "And, you do what I tell you. You will help me in my quest to become more powerful than any being this galaxy has ever seen."

"And if I don't…cooperate?"

She sighed, "I can always bring back Zarkon." Haggar shrugged. "So, tell me Lotor, what will it be?"

The witch remembered the words and everything that took place thereafter. She had achieved what she wanted, the first part of her plan was now complete. Haggar walked to the cabinet that held the amulet. She opened the door and saw just empty space. The amulet now had another keeper and the keeper would ultimately be her pawn to reach the power that she had longed for centuries.

So far, everything had worked out perfectly. It was then that she heard the voice of Zarkon as he walked into to her lab. "Witch! You've made me wait enough time. I want my son back!"

"Patience Zarkon, I told you that the commander would need time to recuperate. As soon as he's better, we can bring him back."

Zarkon stared at her with wonder, "I don't get this. This is the best time to attack. He's weak, they're weak!"

The witch walked up the king, "Your Majesty, everything will work out how it should. I guarantee you, the prince will come willingly."

Zarkon had no more patience with the witch. He wouldn't wait either. It didn't take long for him to recover after his bout with Lotor, but he still found himself somewhat weak. Haggar had convinced him to wait, telling him that the prince had been wounded himself and it wouldn't be wise to move him in his current condition. But now it had been almost three weeks. No more waiting. The time for action had come and he wouldn't allow Arus to continue keeping his most prized possession.

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"Last hand buddy, I know that you're tired." Lance told him as he began shuffling the deck of cards for one more game.

"I'm not tired." Keith countered, despite his constant yawning. "When did Gorma tell you I could get out of here? I'd like to go to my room at some point of my existence."

"Patience my dear Commander and Chief, you're not completely well yet. You still look like shit. As long as your hemoglobin is low, Gorma won't let you go." He answered in a musical tone. "Like my little tune?"

Although partly true, Lance lied. He didn't want to tell Keith he was still being kept under suicide watch. Each member of his team took turns and watched over him from the observation window. So far, he hadn't tried again, but then, they knew how smart Keith could be. His meals were brought in paper cups and plates and his cutlery was plastic.

Keith sighed in frustration, "Lance, I feel fine now." He lied.

"Look at the bright side; you are looking less yellow every day." He ignored Keith's last comment. "How about this, I'll talk to Gorma tomorrow and see if I can take you to the rec room. We can finish our card game in there."