Title: The Lion King
Rated: NC-17 some parts may be rated
under that but the story over all is rated for mature readers.
Author: Nursie
Disclaimer: I don't own Voltron...
WEP entertainment does...Only original characters and storyline are mine. That
means Mena who appears in Part 4 or 5 is mine... Zejan has permission to use
her, and if you ask nicely... you can too... just ask!
Characters: Keith, Lance, Princess
Allura and the rest of the cast from the series.
Spoilers: Based on the Anime series
Voltron from the early to mid eighties, also rerun on Cartoon Network in the
late nineties. Any episodes and all episodes from the Lion Voltron series may be
mentioned in storyline, so having watched any or all would definitely be helpful
but not necessary.
"The Lion King"
A Volton: Defender of the Universe Fan FicBY:
NURSIE
Part Five:
“Vision
Questa…”
Keith glared at Lance as he started to unpack his belongings. “How could you do that?” he hissed throwing a pair of socks into the drawers of the dresser he was furnished.
“You got
to let her make her own mistakes sometime Mon Ami.” Lance sighed… obviously his
friend was clueless… He rolled his eyes to the powers that be in his newfound
world and cursed them comically. ~What were you thinking when you chose me to
be…er well… um me? I couldn’t get these two together when I didn’t have magical
powers… what makes you think I can now… MOTHER??? ~
And
then, a voice echoed from within his brain… and he closed his eyes to receive
the message from beyond. ~
Dragon Lance worries too much… this journey to
Terra is not for your friends… they will find their own way to each other… True
love conquers all and GOOD always triumphs over evil ~
~Questa…
where is my mother…? ~
The
fairy dragon’s voice sounded hurt when it replied next… for it truly did have a
thing for Lance. ~ Are you not happy to hear from me? OR do I sound too much
like a fortune cookie? ~ Questa added hotly her jealousy clearly showing in
her brief torment of Lance’s psyche.
Keith
looked up at Lance in a panic… his eyes had closed and he was in a trance again.
Keith worried for his friend. “Lance??? Are you there?”
With
that, Lance promptly held up a hand and one finger, telling him just a second
with the gesture. Keith nodded then turned back to the task at hand. He would
have to get used to Lance’s visions… he only hoped they didn’t interfere with
Lance’s reflexes during battle. Then again… they hadn’t yet and Keith suspected
the visions were nothing new to the Red lion pilot.
~Then
what am I doing here besides for Garrison regulations? ~ Lance asked the
fairy dragon.
Questa
sighed… ~
There is another… another mage. We had lost her for some time now…
but she has resurfaced. We are not sure where her intentions lie but she is a
true daughter of Vovin. The girl… the glimpse I showed you at the cave, you know
her features Dragon Lance. Find her and tell her of her heritage.
~
~ IS she
my sister? Do I have a sister? ~ Lance
questioned astounded.
~She
is not your sister. She is the daughter of the evil one… thought to have
perished in the dragon war. It is good that she remains unnoticed. She was to be
your betrothed. ~
Lance
smirked. ~
Yeah right… me married… your kidding. I don’t even know the girl…
I am a life long bachelor. Marriage is fine for my friends… not for me. I can’t
have children anyhow. Humans cannot have children with Mages.
~
~ She is
of full Vovin blood. She does not know like you did not know. Although, she has
come to her powers quite by accident and is more powerful than you are my
Dragon…
~Stop
with the love fest here… my name is LANCE… the Dragon Lance is a weapon and I am
hardly a weapon. Nor am I a fictional pawn in a game ~
Lance
paused for a second, his thoughts finally kicking in.
~ Wait a second… a true
daughter of Vovin? What do you mean she knows her craft?
~
~She is
skilled in the Terran culture of Wicca… the earth’s ‘answer’ to the mages.~
Lance
could practically see the fairy dragon rolling her eyes. ~She grew up on
Terra herself and is a healer from Vovin. You will know her when you see her.
~
~
Questa??? ~
Lance
screamed after her mentally. But Questa was gone. Lance could sense the jealousy
in Questa… For Lance feared the dragon was truly in love with him. ~ Great…
instead of a monkey on my back I get a lovesick dragon. Who knew? ~ Lance
shook his head and came back to reality. Looking at Keith, he simply
grinned.
“Where
are we eating?” Lance asked with a smile.
Keith
looked at his friend and smiled accordingly. It was just like Lance to take such
a scene with a grain of salt. He fished in his bag for his wallet and turned to
Lance. “What was that all about?” he asked in a nonchalant manner.
“Nothin’
just gotta a little fairy dragon with a crush is all.” Lance replied simply like
it was an everyday accurance.
“Oh… is
that all.” Keith added finding the whole thing quite humorous. They turned to go, but as Keith got the
door, he chuckled a bit at Lance. “Is she cute?” He
teased.
Next
thing Keith felt was a blow to his head.
Allura
almost panicked as she punched in the security clearance code to her new
quarters. The door opened and she soon found herself a bit displeased. ~
You’d think they’d give a princess her own room. Suck it up now girl… You’ve been through worse in the caves. ~
Her brief displeasure soon faded as a voice from behind her greeted
her.
“Hi ya…
my royal roomie.” She uttered with delight.
~ She
knows… but how? General Caulfield promised I would be a regular officer… that I
would not be treated with any favoritism. ~ She shrugged mentally… ~
Guess that explains the cramped quarters… and the roommate. ~ She
couldn’t say anything further… she had practically demanded the regular
treatment so to say. She turned to greet her new roommate and friend… she hoped.
They would be spending a lot of time together… might as well get used to it. She
turned, and looked into a familiar set of warm brown eyes.
“Nice to
see you again Princess Allura.” Mena chimed. “It isn’t everyday I get to share
my bedroom with a princess.”
“But…” she tried to question her but the feeling that she got from the woman at the orientation came back and flooded her brain.
~Something’s familiar about her…
almost … no… But what if? ~
“It is polite in Terran custom to say hello to your roommate…” Mena smiled. She knew what Allura was thinking. She read her mind.
“Oh how rude of me… I just don’t understand why you know who I am
“ Allura stated going over to the bunk
beds in the corner, and laying her bag on the top bed.
“Things are not always as they seem. I am not
what you would call a normal person. And then there is that little known fact
around here that you are a princess and dooo need some sorta protection.”
“You
have classified information?” Allura asked.
“Corporal
Mena Cooper… RN… and Special officer in military combat… Stealth skills
unsurpassed by anyone to graduate the Garrison since Commander Keith Matthews… I
am also ONE hellava pilot.” Mena bragged. She knew she was good… at all of her
titles… from Corporal to nurse… to pilot.
Allura
sighed… Mena could not be any older than she… and she was a little jealous of
all her accomplishments. She sat on the bed. “I guess they figured they needed
to put someone in with me to secure my safety. Tell me Mena… have you been on many
missions?”
Mena
smiled. She loved to talk about her combat skills but somehow… there was
something different here… almost like destiny was taking a hand in her fate. She
silently questioned the goddess of her religion and sat down next to Allura.
“The fates have chosen us to meet. I don’t know why… Maybe we are all
just a ploy in some demented writers sick mind.” She giggles slightly. Then
turned back to Allura. “That was joke… you can laugh.”
And
Allura did. She liked Mena. Something about her made her feel safe… almost as
safe as she felt with Keith.
“You
don’t get out much do you Princess.” Mena asked, almost sad. She knew all too
well what it was like to be trapped somewhere and not be able to get out… her
mind wandered for a brief second but it was enough for the memories of old to
invade her mind.
Mena looked around… the Flagships of Doom were astounding. She was very frightened and clung to the skirt of her aunt. She eyed the boy behind her aunt wondering why he was so timid. He had also endured the same war she had… and at four it was alarming to anyone. She cried. Mamma! But there was no reply. She cried out again. “Auntie Nikki what is with the fire outside… I’m scared. Where is my mother?”
Nikia
bent to the crying child. “You mother is not with us anymore. All that remained
of HER is gone now. I am so sorry my child. I can do no right by you. For I am
not you real aunt.” The child went into the open arms of Nikia who embraced the
child with love and warmth. The boy beside Nikia did nothing. He stood there, in
a shock of some kind.
And then
it happened… the boy ran… Nikia cried out… “LANCE!” she began to run. Nikia ran
for all she was. Her magic was nothing to her if she did not have her son. She
left the little girl there in the cave. Mena watched with wide eyes as half hour
later, Nikia entered the cave… crying inconsolably and holding a very dead child
in her arms. Laying Lance on the cot in the corner she soon went to her knees in
horror beginning to chant a spell that would bring her beloved son back to her.
She was gravely powerless… the ruler of Vovin, and the most powerful mage in
it’s history… now powerless. She cried. She wanted to die. There was no life if
her son did not have it.
Mena
came closer to her mother’s friend whom she so lovingly called her aunt since
birth. She had not known her mother long but she loved and missed her greatly.
However, the tears in her aunt’s eyes revealed the terror from within and Mena
could only speak with a spirit that was not becoming a child of four. “It’s
Momma’s fault Dragon Lance is dead… “ she said tearfully. “Why is Momma so
evil.” She cried.
“I… I …
don’t know. Mena… my child.” Nikia managed between sobs. She was to far into her
grief for her son to be any help to the little girl tugging at her
sleeve.
That was
when it happened. Mena did not know exactly what it was but she was sure it had
something to do with her soul. She glowed the color of amber and lifted her hand
to her Aunt Nikki. “I must make up for my mother’s evil… somehow.” She too was
in tears once again. The boy that lay dead was a friend of hers. She loved him.
As any four year old could. She was four but her soul was four hundred. She
brushed past Nikia and rested a hand on Lance’s heart.
“Mena?” Allura asked her concern showing on her features. “Are you ok?”
Mena
shook violently for a brief second. “I think so… but I don’t know what that was.
That has never happened to me before. I am usually pretty good at controlling my
visions.”
“You
have visions?” Suddenly Allura felt a sense of de ja vu.
“Yes… it
is a simple perk to our craft. Although sometimes it’s a real pain in the ass.”
Mena said obviously thrown by what she had remembered.
“Do
tell.” Allura agreed. “I do not have visions but I have heard the they are
somewhat disturbing.
“Yes…
especially when they are of a time you don’t remember… “ She said then
whispered. “Or a time you choose to forget.”
“You
have been through a lot haven’t you?”
“I could
say the same for you.”
They sat
there… their souls bonding in a friendship that would move heaven and earth. For
some reason… they knew that their friendship and this chance encounter would be
the start of a whole new world for not only them but for those they
loved.
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