ᏕᎥᏝᏉᏋᏒ & ᎶᎧᏝᎴ - Klance AU

ᎥᏖ ᎥᏕᏁ'Ꮦ Ꮧ ᎷᎩᏖᏂ, Ꭵ ᏰᏋᏝᎥᏋᏉᏋ!

''The chief wants to see you...,'' Coran — right hand man of the chief himself, said densely towards the younger boy. Lance groaned, knowing what would come next, and he sighed. ''Better get moving, he's pretty pissed already.'' The ginger haired man added with a concerned look, while he skipped away.

The boy felt a sudden hand rest on his shoulder, giving off a calming aura. He looked up at his two best friends — Hunk and Pidge, who gave him pitying stares. This was a redo from every week, but this time it was for real. This time was his last, to sneak away.

''Don't let him wait, you know he's in a bad mood already,'' The broad male — Hunk, said, looking down at the dirt that situated on his boots. The latter hummed in acknowledgment, knowing 'the' time had come.

''You knew this would happen man, be careful okay?''  The smaller female — also known as Pidge, stated,''I'll see you in the morning dude, I'm 'a hit the sack,'' She sighed, pointing behind them towards her shack.

The tall lean male nodded, his face formed into a grimace, as he started walking towards his dead. Or at least his billionth punishment.

It was just a normal day for the dark skinned boy, as always. He went into the forbidden forest to study some of the creatures, who he was supposed to kill. The blue eyed male strolled to the great hall, passing some passer-by's who looked at him disappointedly. He has had his ''last'' warning about three days ago, but he didn't listen — once again, and his longing took over, like always.

He ran up the steps, about one hundred of them. It was like with every step he took, the heavier he felt. The more gravity came crashing down on him, and the more anxious he became. Once he finally reached the top, he tried to catch his breath.

His hands rested against the large heavy wooden doors, pushing them open slightly. He peeked inside, noticing his parents and the chief, along with Allura — the daughter and future leader of this folk.

He rethought every worse scenario in his head and took a deep breath, pushing the doors open widely, stepping into the hall.

''Oh, so you finally decided to show up?'' The chief spoke out, his voice was low but loud nonetheless. Intimidating Lance, as he strolled closer.

''I'm sorry, I was only—" Lance started, looking down at the stone tiles in front of him, ''No! I don't want to hear it.'' He had been interrupted.

''Lance, one day you'll get seriously hurt. It's called the ''forbidden'' forest for something. Not only do you put yourself in danger, but also all the villagers. We've received letters from the other tribes across the inner ocean, and from an island close-by. There are dragons on the run, we're not sure if it are, since we haven't seen them in ages. But in any case, if it is we need to be prepared. And you are just luring it in by steering up the other creatures that could kill you. Do you understand that?'' The chief spoke out with a stern gaze, piercing right through Lance's fragile frame. Lance felt small, like a peanut compared to a mammoth.

''Yes, sir,'' Lance felt guilt seep through his veins, his heart thumping regularly against his ribcage. He started to feel lightheaded and his sight started to melt into waves of dizziness.

''Tomorrow morning, we'll put fighters of the A-team on shifts to watch over you. We can't risk you slipping away again. You abused my trust, and we've already discussed this with the village council. You're free to go now,''

Lance nodded, keeping his eyes downcast, as he turned around — his shoulders hunched as he walked away in shame. He couldn't even look his parents in the eyes. Biting his lower-lip, he rethought everything the chief had said to him. Why couldn't Lance be like the rest of the kids of his age? Fight, and train. Do useful things, instead of following his— heart? Mind? Gut?