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Pain and madness. Swimming in an ocean of despair. That’s what Lotor remembered before opening his eyes. His entire body still felt sore, his muscles and sinews screaming silently underneath his skin. He couldn’t hold back a low moan, squeezing his eyes.
The next time Lotor opened his eyes he didn’t feel any pain and his vision wasn’t blurry. Physically he felt great, but he remembered everything that had happened and he squeezed his eyes shut in remorse. Going through the events of the past few weeks he finally took a deep breath and sat up, wondering how he had ended up in this place. Sunlight was spilling through windows. The room was Spartan, but made him feel comfortable with an intricate mosaic pattern on the floor, whitewashed walls, a wooden ceiling and sturdy furniture. A bed, dresser, table and chair was all there was. The designs reminded him of pieces he had come across once before and he had admired the craftsmanship behind them. He also knew of the great power of the Aiaian people and how they had defied the Galra empire, although being exiled at that time he didn’t know the details of what happened. But how could he have landed in a system so far away from where he had been?
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10 Jun 2019