Quintessence Sensitive: S8 Rewrite
(This next part of the episode would cut directly to Honerva's story and flashbacks.
It would follow closely to the original episode, but this written part would begin right after Honerva finds the Altean Colony.)
Honerva appears before Oriande with her ship boarded with the Alteans and her selected druids. Again, she notes with a bit of caution as not even a hint of resistance appears from the legendary Guardian of Oriande. She wonders again, how it was possible that the White Lion simply vanished when she first entered Oriande.
It had seemed so long ago...but she remembered watching with gritted teeth as the white beast, the one legend told was supposed to test those worthy of its magic, growled fiercely. It seemed to look not into her soul - but passed it...passed her being - into someone else’s. Like the beast was seeing not her, but someone entirely different. Then, in what she thought would be a fight for her life, the beast charged - then in a blinding flash of light - vanished.
She had taken what she had come for - the magic of the alchemists. Though it was through force and destruction, it was hers. But the White Lion had taken its secrets with it. Wherever it had gone.
She shakes the memory from her head, feeling a tinge of anger flare in her at what she believes was an escaped piece of alchemy she could never have. But in a moment, they are approaching the sanctuary of the alchemists.
Now was not the time to dwell on the past - now was the time to render a new future.
A future in which she would have her son back.
With the full power of the Alteans, the druids, and her own magic, Honerva begins the ritual to summon open the veil and retrieve her son.
It’s a long and grueling process, and she realizes with no hint of remorse as two of her druids fall, lifeless, to the ground in the process. When the light fades, she feels the pull of awe and dread all at once claw at her entire being. In all of its glowing, twisted glory, lies the Sincline ship.
Her son’s greatest creation.
She hears the gasps and cries of her son’s name echo throughout as the Alteans recognize it, and before she knows it, the Empress has already begun a rapid sprint towards the giant machine before them. She feels the power of the Quintessence still absorbed into the ship crawl through her, and she shivers from the powerful, yet dreadful pull of magic as she comes upon the front of the machine. It takes little effort to release the door to the front of the Sincline, and Honerva can already feel a sickening feeling crawling across her skin as she makes her way to the cockpit in the darkened chambers.
The darkness flooding the room is almost overwhelming as she stops in front of the seat of the pilot.
There isn’t a sound. Not a word. Not a breath as she stares blankly in front of her.
Her son. Everything she has worked for - is there in front of her. A mix of biological and mechanical vines intertwines around the entirety of the space, over, under - and upon the body of her son.
The word is but a breath, but it seems to echo through the silence of the chamber.
“No.” She says again, and this time it's as loud as an explosion. “This - they will not TAKE you from me!” She screeches, she can feel the darkness of the entity crawling up beneath her skin, flooding into her hands as she suddenly launches forward, taking both sides of Lotor’s face in her hands.
All at once, she feels the darkness explode from beneath her palms, the energy almost painful as she pours it into the cold skin beneath her. The rapid warmth gatherers there, and her gritted teeth clench harder as she dives into the dark entity, commanding it to cling to Lotor’s soul, bring him back from the void - back to her.
For a brief moment, she feels life in her son. She feels the essence of his soul beneath her hands. But then, the darkness she commands enters his soul, and begins to worm itself within. It feels entirely wrong. Her son’s soul is not as hardened as she had believed - as Zarkon’s was - she feels the light from Lotor’s being rapidly dim into a twisted darkness, a darkness that’s alive, but that shrouds the light.
She hasn’t a moment to think about what she’s done until she suddenly jerks back, aware of her presence, aware of who she’s looking down upon. She pulls her hands away, breathing heavily as she waits on bated breath for any response.
Her heart nearly stops when Lotor’s hand twitches at his side.
“Lotor…” She breathes, reaching out a tentative hand.
She cannot hide the gasp that escapes from her mouth as she rapidly pulls back, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and shock.
What was once attentive, intelligent, and beautiful deep purple eyes, are now glowing eerily yellow - they are Zarkon’s eyes. Unlockable, unreadable, and entirely frightening.
Her nightmares had come true.
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