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Being jealous of a being who can have total power over me…I wouldn’t be that stupid. “Not as much as you. I didn’t follow her like a puppy dog around the castle. You did. I can handle it. In the meantime, do everything in your power to stay away from her.” “I will. Trust me.” “Great, now say, fetch Max.” “Fetch Max,” I repeated. At this max zoomed out of my room and reappeared like no time had passed “Take this.” Max handed me a glittering purple vile. “What is it?” I asked.

Mina said looking at the four golden warriors who were flying above them protectively. “What have you done? You have ruined everything, if my daughter dies because of your stupidity I will rip you to shreds and feed you to the sharks.” Triton said as his powers surged and water came from out of nowhere lifting him into the air. His hieroglyphics glowed not just blue but also gold, his trident appeared in his hand along with a golden crown that formed on his head.

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

"You were mated with someone from Nyxoria, how possible is that?" Triston Valtor stood with his hands placed on his hips, looking forward. He had his long white hair held in a ponytail, with some of it sweeping over his face. His stance was rigid and his muscles and abs was obvious through the thin white shirt he had on. His sweat had dampened the material and it glued on to his body. They had ran all the way to the middle of the forest from the Nyxorian castle, heading back to Elyria and they were now very close to the border.

He needed to get ready for their trip, he planned to make sure he had everything known in the seven seas in order to make sure that he is prepared for a war he knows will happen when they get to Olympus. Triton's office: Triton unlocked his private safe and pulled out the only picture he had of his first mate and their daughter. She had already passed away in the picture he took, but he wanted something to show Oceana when she was older and could handle seeing her mother protecting her even in death. A tear rolled down his eyes as he looked at the picture. “I'm so sorry that, I couldn't protect our daughter the way you did making sure she was safe even as you took your last breath. I promise

“Although, there are four of us instead of three.” I try to think if I remember anything of that sort, but nothing comes to mind. “Nope, I don’t know the book,” I answer. “Okay, we are the Galaxy Defenders team. And when we combine our forces, we become Voltron,” Tristan says. “Maybe you watched cartoons?” “Who’s Voltron?” I ask. I suddenly feel like I’ve been living under a rock.

She had heard about his father before, so if he had learnt from his father, why wasn’t he recruited by her father? She shrugged. Her father did things his own way. VVVVV “So you just turn the canister like this” Takashi showed her. And the thing was actually making a small beeping noise. She refused to be impressed. “Then wait three seconds before you throw it” and he did that, and a gas cloud filled the area he threw it to. “What does it do?” “It stuns your opponent for a while. Temporary blindness just like multiple camera flashes”. “Okay, but I’ll still choose brass knuckles over this any day”.

I chuckled and sited on my bed, "Now you're calling me Yveon? Anyway, we’re not even close for you to call me Sid." "Just answer my question, Yveon." I could sense the danger in his voice and I think I saw his eyes changing from black to red. What’s really up with this guy? "I don't like you, Triton. I don't like your presence. I don't like your existence. I dislike you, that are the answer, and i don't know why." He calmed down and I saw his eyes becoming color brown again. What the hell is happening on his eyes?

My name is Fatima and this is my eldest son, Tron… She stops talking, because Tron was looking at the group with open eyes and his eyes changed color between his natural color and the violet, characteristic of his wolf. Before she can ask what's going on, Tron opens his mouth and in a deep, harsh voice, clearly the voice of his wolf, he says.. - Mate. Luna, surprised, looks between her son and the group. The funny warrior had a look identical to Tron's. - Mate. The Darkmoon warriors back one feet, leaving Tron and the warrior face to face, not moving a single muscle.

There was even a blurry figure on the lotus. The figure looked very vague, and it sat cross-legged on the lotus. There was a faint golden glow around it. That should be Triton's world avatar. Fane raised an eyebrow at the sight. Triton was the strongest warrior he had met so far. All the others he had fought before had been mere nuisances in comparison. Fane started to form seals, and a dark gray mist started condensing around him. A black ring that had dark red runes glowing around it started to float in front of him.