The Power Mark

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first time writing a fan fiction so...it's probably going to suck. Please vote and comment! Read on!

No one's POV

"Begin." Haggard drawls.

Sparks filled the room in an instant. Lightning boomed and flashed from seemingly nowhere, and the air turned into tornados whipping around the room. The walls came to life as the room crackled with electricity.

"Attack!"
The witch shouted over the noise.

The whirlwinds swooped over the droids that had fallen into the room, struggling to keep them in place.

Thunder boomed as each droid was struck by such a quick and powerful force, that one could only explain it as miraculous.

The bots fell and crumpled to the floor as the wind 'picked them up' and dropped them before the witch's feet.

"Enough."
She growled into the din.

The tornados stilled, the lightning gone.

"Pathetic. Your worst time since we've begun."
Haggard spat at the purple clad boy standing in the center of the room.
"Go back to your room. You will be accompanying Lotor out of this kingdom. You were never worth anything, I don't know why we bothered."

Tears sprouted in the boy's eyes against his own will. Instead of answering, the boy just nodded his head, watching the witch go.
In all truth, he was glad that he would be leaving this god awful place, but those words still stung.

Sniffling, he walked out of the room and made his way to the hanger he knew Lotor and his crew would be waiting for him in.

"Cessair!"

The boy looked up from his gaze at the ground as his Galra name was called. It wasn't his real name, he knew that, but it was the one he went by to all the Galra here.

A surprised look crossed his face.

What is she doing here?

As if reading his mind, Ezor grinned widely.

"I heard that you're going with Lotor! I am too!"

Cessair rolled his eyes.

Great.
*Time Skip brought by Hunk's Cookies*

Cessair POV

I stood quietly in the cockpit of Lotor's ship, keeping a hand on his chair as he flew around, trying to avoid the meteors as we flew through the meteor field.

The 'team' was trying to shake both the Galra, and Voltron from their tail.

I seemed to be standing tall, but in all honesty, I was scared out of my mind.

As a young child, I had been told that Voltron was made up of these evil creatures that showed no mercy to anyone. Especially those with a Power Mark.

Even now at the age of...17? 18? I was still afraid of what might happen if we ever met face to face.

"You should get some sleep."
A voice snapped me from my thoughts.

I glanced down at Lotor, who looked right back up at me. I shook my head softly.
(A/N: underlined words will from now on be Cessair/Lance using sign language.)

"If anything, you should be the one resting."

Lotor sighed.

"Yeah, I know. I just can't sleep. My mind won't settle down."

"You should at least try."

Cessair pulled Lotor from the control panel, and dragged him to the small room behind the main part of the room.

"Goodnight."

I walked out of room, freezing when I heard my real name being said by a half-asleep Lotor.

"Goodnight...Lance."

A/N: 545 words. I'm so happy I finished this first chapter. Let me know if I should continue this.