Lance sat in his room with Aliz as she was flipping through pages and and scrolled through a tablet.

"This is useless, no matter what I am there no way I can beat Hagars thousands of years even if we are basically equal on magic," lance groaned as Aliz pushed her hair back.

"Do you even stop whining?" She sighed annoyed at him with her maroon eyes unamused.

"Rude,"

"Isamu you can't just give up every other day because you don't under stand Magic," Aliz put a book mark in the heavy book to close it.

"Fine when you come from an alternate reality of science over magic then become what only facts can't prove, come back and tell me it's easy peasy to believe in not always reliable resources," Lance smirked at her sarcastically.

"I'm an alchemist not a Druid," he sighed rolling his eyes.

"Well now your both so stop bitching," Aliz scoffed tossing a disk at him and lance grunted when it hit his chest but caught it.

"What is it?" Lance held it up confused.

"Contains everything you need to know, the war, the galra, this reality, Voltron," Aliz explained as lance frowned.

"We defeat Voltron, we win the war," he stayed confused as lance glanced his eyes his mentors way.

"When the galra conquer the universe, Voltron is just in the way of all that," she nodded standing up.

"Where are you going?" Lance raised a white brow.

"Well as a fine and experienced Druid, I have duties than babysitting, come talk to me when you can get crystals and do something with them, look in the book for what you want to do with it," Aliz put her hands on her hips with a sigh then grabbed her cloak and threw it on as she grabbed her mask.

"What why?" Lance made a face. What was he going to do with sparkly rocks?

"Your powerful Isamu, do what you want with your magic, but you have to do some on your own, sooner the better to get on a higher level," she smirked and left with the door closing behind her.

"'Do what you want with your magic'," Lance mimicked her with a high voice. "Not like you just got this shit a few months ago,"

Lance let out a long tired groan from boredom and from confusion of what anything means. Everything seemed backwards in this reality, it was annoying. He flopped on the bed wishing Lotor was here for him to spend time with, to lay in bed and just look at each other for hours with the only warmth from each other.

He stared at the ceiling as he rolled onto his back quirking his eye brow thinking of what the hell he could do with his training. He knew what every single Druid but him could do, teleport, use magic, energy, probably resurrect the dead.

Lance crossed his arms sitting up and got out of the bed to go to the library. He walked out hoping there was a series of the book or more like it, find the author maybe. The stupid rocks maybe.

Lance walked in as he saw some other Druids minding their businesses and he did the same, he pursed his lips looking at the other books with his arms crossed and frowned. They were grimoires of previous Druids as each of them had a symbol that means respect for the deceased. He recognized it from the graves of the galra back in his reality, the empire that fell for the alteans to rise. Now it seemed like a sick tale.

Lance pursed his lips pulling his hand back as he stared at the books. His ocean eyes and violet pupils stared as he paid his respects to those who fell. Galra or not, no one deserves to be forgotten for fighting for their people. Lance use to hang around the soldiers as a child, he's gone back the next day and to learn a friend of his army wasn't going to be coming back. The horror of years later when he truly learned what death really was.

"Told you they got a new altean Druid," Lance heard behind him and he blinked out of his mind and glanced back confused.

"Nah man this is the princes personal Druid," a galra soldier chuckled and lance looked behind him at the galra, quirking a white brow.

"Excuse me?" He asked them politely as Lotor defiantly didn't want him to pick fights. Unfortunately.

"He does speak," a galra snorted and lance looked at him flatly.

"He can speak for himself," Lance smiled sarcastically.

"What got tired of your prince?" The galra soldier smiled and towered over him. "Must be bored of always being his personal Druid,"

"What do you mean by that? I'm not tired of Lotor, I'm tired of your shit so get to the point unless your just here to spice up your ego to make up for down below," Lance laughed it off but was slammed against the shelf making lance gasped softly hoping it wouldn't fall.

"Shut it slut or I'll make you," the galra snarled in his face and lances eyes spark in anger.

"Try my lil guy," Lance smirked but cried out when he covered lances mouth and roughly grabbed his ass and waist. Lances eyes widen and he gripped the galra arm to send electricity through him.

The galra screamed in pain and lance shot a black energy at the galra with a glare.

"So glad we had this chat, seeing how a slut knows how to put a replacement down, don't think your special," Lance glared at both of the galra men as energy sparked at his finger tips.

"I'm not the princes servant, bitch or slut, I'm his quinexing lover, I will kick your ass if you ever question me again," Lance huffed grabbing his books and stormed out of the library.