" Papa? Is that you?" I say as I race up the spiraling steps. "Lance! How did you find me?" He breathes out, visibly shuddering from the cold. "Your hands are ice. We need to get you home." I say unaware of of a being who has just made it's presence known a couple feet away " Lance, you must leave here at once! This castle is alive! Now go before He finds you!" He whispers, fear being shown visibly in his old, withered eyes. Lance is the outcast of the town. Reading books, doing something different every single day. People in the village know that he doesn't belong there. The aura he gives off is too vibrant, too exuberant, casting shadows on all who thought they were better. Lance lives his life peacefully with 6 siblings( him being one of them)a dog , a small farm, 10 chickens, a happy and loving father ,Lance had it all. Despite the fact of the constant teasing, and the rude insults thrown at him daily, and rude acts such as throwing his laundry onto the dirt road filled with horse shit, and other things he'd rather not say. Or so he thought he did. Prince Lotor was exiled from his father's rule. Banished by his own two parents . Cursed to live in isolation, with only his half- galra generals who were turned into house ware to keep him company. Banished because he cared for no one other than himself. Life as a cursed, terrifying looking beast isn't all that it seems to be cracked up to be.
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