The New Prince

Chapter 39

Three weeks before…

"If you don't return to me within twenty four hours, I will send a fleet large enough that even you won't be able to stop me. I'll destroy everything that you supposedly care about. Remember, I know enough about you to know what your next moves are…son."

The king watched as his son closed his eyes, he knew that was a sign of weakness. Kogane would return to him and he could resume with making his kingdom the greatest in the galaxy. What he didn't expect was the princess' sudden action.

The woman briskly walked over to the console and yelled at him. "Send them!" before she broke the connection.

Zarkon's fist slammed the control of his console, breaking some of the buttons. Beyond rage, he turned around and walked out of the room. Everything he had worked for ruined. The commander, back to his old self, now retaliated against him. Damn Voltron Force!

Walking toward his room, he decided to regroup his thoughts. The next course of action would be to send a fleet to bring his son back. He wouldn't give him up, the commander, a rare jewel to him, would not leave his grasp.

He took out his communication unit. "Cossack! Prepare a fleet, we're heading to Arus. I'm bringing my son home, whether he likes it or not!"

Cutting communication, he turned and headed for his closets to prepare when he heard the door to his room open. "What do y-" he began to bark out, but stopped; shocked to see the figure that entered.

"Your son?" Lotor stared at his father with pure hatred, "Even after all that has happened you still consider him worthier than me?" He whispered with disbelief.

Zarkon didn't understand why Lotor stood in front of him. The witch had told him she could only bring one back with the power of the amulet. But here, in front of him, was his worthless mistake. This, however, didn't stop him from answering Lotor's question, "He did more in his short time here than you did in two years. There's no reason for me to call him anything else than what he is, my rightful son and the future king of Doom."

"You're a bastard!"

"And you're useless!" Zarkon fired back, "Consider yourself lucky that Haggar allowed you to stay."

"Lucky doesn't even begin to describe it, Father!"

Suddenly, the door opened once more and Haggar stepped in. Zarkon glared at her, "What is the meaning of this? I thought you said the amulet would only allow one to live?"

"That is correct, my lord." She cackled.

"So what the hell is he doing here?"

"Lotor is the chosen one, my lord." The witch told him forcefully as she walked around the sitting area. "You, my King, are nothing more than a means to an end."

Surprised by the Haggar's, callous words, Zarkon turned around to find Lotor pointing the amulet at him. "Your time to rule is over Father. I'm taking over and I'll prove to the Empire what I am capable of. Without you, I'll triumph over the Voltron Force. I am a mistake, but the mistake to your downfall."

The amulet began shinning brightly until the entire room was engulfed with bright, scorching, yellow light. Lotor couldn't see anything beyond the light, then, he heard a scream. His father's screams boomed inside the entire room. And finally, a flash. Able to see again, Lotor watched as the witch laughed, in the area where she stood before. No one else was present.

"Where is he?" He asked, still unsure about the plan. Haggar had hidden Lotor within the castle while the power of the amulet healed his wounds. The amulet had also brought the king back to life, but only for a short while. Now that Lotor was strong again; he took over as guardian of the magical timepiece. It was his duty to return the power he had borrowed to keep his father alive that is why he was the only one who could lock Zarkon within the confines of the charm.