This will be a set of snippets in the Voltron universe based on the following two ideas:

1) I was reading stories on the Gatchaman fan fic site and even the comedies had a more serious underlying tone. It got me thinking about how we could include a bit of that in Voltron.

2) I stumbled across this writing challenge from 100 Quills where they listed 100 random words and you were supposed to write a little piece on each topic, one per day. I don't plan on doing all of them, but I'll pick a new word each Monday and give it a separate chapter.

WARNING: I do not own Voltron nor make any money off this. It's just for fun and writing practice. Enjoy!


Roses

Charred rubble. Smashed brick walls. Jagged edges. Horrors assailed the senses. Glass shards bit. Splintered wood stabbed. Lacerated metal tore. Treacherous footing snagged the unwary. Shattered furniture chronicled the havoc. Spoiling food reeked from the ground. Burnt fabric menaced the window frames. But the worst was the splattered blood from piles of littered bodies.

Dirt and smoke coated the airways, burned through flesh, and deadened the setting sunlight. Coughing, crying and moaning assaulted the ears. Fires nibbled on the village while consuming the forest beyond. Heat cooked the soil. Seared corpses and rotting bitterness forced those with weak constitutions to gag and wretch, thus adding to the general malaise. Death and decay lay everywhere.

Clamoring over an embankment, a solitary figure ran toward a capsized green mechanical being that had impacted the west end of town. The bottoms of all-too-cheerful pink boots melted upon contact with the scorched earth. The wearer skidded down the crevice walls, which ripped her clothes and smeared blood and dirt into the fibers, but she ignored this and kept running. A hiss sounded as a door opened and a short, green figure stepped out cautiously onto the crash sight. The runner grabbed the boy, a questioning look in her eyes. The youth nodded that he was fine although his dazed visage told her he was on the verge of shock. She gave him a quick hug before letting him examine his lion.

A spot of red sticking out from underneath caught her attention. Thinking that it might be a trapped citizen, she moved to investigate. Instead, half a dozen roses were buried under the metal weight. Their leaves were blackened and crisp and the edges of the petals were marred to an ugly brown. She stared numbly at it.

Just another victim on her war-torn planet.


Okay, so what do you guys think? Critical comments are welcome. Also, let me know if the rating needs changing due to graphic imagery. Not all of the vignettes will be as dark as this one but hopefully the seriousness will still come through. Thanks for reading!