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Screaming was all she could concentrate on. The Paladins shouting for each other, Coran's voice calling her own name. Her father's dying screams. The ones she had never heard. It made her yearn for his love and comfort in this hardship.
She hasn't cried yet but maybe this is the time too. The closest thing she has to a family is in pain. It's all her fault, nothing good ever comes for her. She's a burden to everyone around her. If only she could reach her bayard.
Why was she even here, what was attacking them again?
She couldn't think.
Couldn't act.
Just lie there and listen.
That was Shiro yelling to Pidge.
Hunk to Lance.
Lance to Keith.
Pidge to Hunk.
Nothing but screams from Keith.
Coran was yelling for her.
There was another voice. Breaking through screams and horrid thoughts. Strong and commanding. Yet warm and welcoming. Opening her eyes, to try and uncover what was their saviour.
Her father's death flickered in her eyes. Showing purple flares of magic and a sword clashing with them. Another blur of purple, pink pulsating from the top. It stops, a flash of white when the sword comes in contact with the witch's magic.
"Lotor?" Her voice is croaky. She must have been the screaming she couldn't place as a paladin.
He moves again. Speed increasing and the sound of battle growing. Vision clears completely. Altea is not falling and burning to the ground around her. It is just the castle. Paladins and Coran lying on the floor. Watching the battle in the middle. Well no they're not. All of them crawl to cling to each other in a group hug, Shiro sobbing as he clutches them all tight. Eyes still trained on the battle, however. She knows that was his torturer, messing with his mind and dragging him from his home and family. Coran is sitting still watching, eyes not moving from the two fighting in the middle. Haggar was ruthless with her attacks but so was the prince. sword moving with such force it looked like magic. Just flashes through the air in a blur of silver and purple. The clash and zoom of the sword and magic collided in the air were almost deafening.
She saw her scattered bayard from her. Blue and black standing out from the white flooring of the castle. Lotor was a brilliant fighter but the speed he was attacking with and the strong counterattacks, speed costs a lot more energy.
Staggering to her feet, gripping the bayard in her hand tightly. Feeling the rush of it changing into her whip. The laser curling around the floor. The sound causing the paladins and Coran to look up at her. Haggar's back was facing towards her, perfect for an attack of her own. Raising it above her head and bringing it down hard. Lashing the witch's cloaked shoulder. Startling the prince himself, a proud and happy smile growing on his lips.
Haggar turned, sneering at her. Teeth sharp like the galra. All signs of Altean heritage melting away, just her broke red marks.
"You." She hissed, eyes glowing yellow.
Standing firm and trying to ignore the searing pain in her leg.
"I'll make sure you get to watch them die. Then when you're begging for mercy I'll give you a slow and painful death. Just like you're pathetic father."
Lotor attacked from behind. The witch knew and moved swiftly. The momentum was still there as he ran towards her. Siding stepping him fast, the blade barley missing.
