Borderline

chapter seventeen.

Gosh, I feel so bad omg, sorry for the too long wait guys!! I mean it from the bottom of my heart😭❤️

So I hope this chapter will somewhat make up for the long wait. And the next chapter should be quite interesting 👀

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It only required one exchanged look between me and my sister, before both of us made a run for it to the control room, my heart clonking inside my chest, my breath short and ragged as the strength of my pulse started to triple, until it drowned any other sound around me and were the only thing fillings my ears.

It had been so long, so long since anything like this had happened, where Coran had frantically shouted warnings over the comms, ordering the paladins to report to the control room for an emergency, and me and Allura warily strolled behind, not being able to be to any help, only watching from the sidelines as our family saved the universe.

Was this something like that? A crunch that meant sacrifices? I could only hope not, as I picked up the pace and gripped Allura's arm to pull her with me, Coran voice turning into something remote, until I couldn't hear it at all. Our thumping footsteps was chaotically coordinated, like a beat inside my head of a song that I'd heard before, but had left behind for some time, only to hear its familiar tunes play in my mind again. I could almost hear its lyrics.

Danger, danger waits ahead of you-

All the paladins were already there as me and Allura took that last step, and they all stood in fighting position, as if that boy in the big hologram screen would jump out of it and attack them. Trigel had even activated her bayard, but the rest of her armor remained in its pod.

I was panting, my chest was heaving, and I could already feel how beads of perspiration was forming in the small of my back, my neck, sprinkling like freckles across my nose. I had to catch my breath first, letting my grip on Allura's slim arm loosen, before I could lift my head, look at the owner of the call properly.
My breath hitched.

The first thing I saw was the purple skin. Light purple, how it took on a little tint of lavender color under the dark light around him. How his eyes, ablaze and yellow, shone in the dim atmosphere on the other side of the call. In this fluorescent light, his eyes looked acicular, almost amethyst, eyeing all of us sedately and carefully, making me shiver involuntarily. His hair, long and neat, glistened whenever he made a slight movement, to position himself more comfortably on the dark chair he was sitting in.

"Greetings, paladins", he spoke in a dark, almost guttural voice. It boomed over the speakers in the control room, rumbling and dominant. His hand came to rest under his chin. "I am prince Lotor, general Lotor, if you may, and I think that we have a lot to discuss." An diabolical grin followed right after, baring a couple of fangs that shone in a deadly promise. It reminded me too much of someone I shouldn't have been reminded of, especially not in this kind of situation, where all the paladins and my parents was bracing for battle, almost growling at the sight of a galra in front of them.

But this didn't seem like a regular galra. Not with the way his hair looked, snowbound white, pushed back from his face and reaching longer than just the shoulders. And his skin, purple, yes, but too light, almost like Keith's is, and it immediately made me come to a very hasty conclusion. Half galra. Could that be it? If so, what was his other origin?

"What are your intentions?" my dad spoke in a harsh but modulated voice, his tone just barely overpowering the dominance of the prince in front of us, and he straightened his back, balling his hands into fists. "Why are you calling us? You being a Galra, as such. We wish not to speak with the kinds that betrayed us and our people."