A/N: This is my first uploaded fanfic! I'm super excited to share it with you all. I've had this idea for a while, so I really hope you enjoy it. I do not own Voltron: Legendary Defenders. RxR!

Shiro roamed through the astral plain for the hundredth time (or so it felt like, there was no sense of time) still trying to find his way out. He had to get back to the others, the paladins, his team. He missed them all so much. Using the memories of his friends, he trudged along in the empty void.

What seemed like hours went by and he decided to take a break. It was as he was sitting down that he thought he'd lost his mind.

"Hey!" said a voice that echoed the area, but sounded close, if not right behind him. He shot up and spun around. Nothing. There was no one there. Part of him was convinced he just missed company so he imagined the voice, but another part thought there was really someone else there. If that was the case, would they be friendly? Or try to kill him? He shrugged the thoughts aside and turned back around only to catch a glimpse of two grey eyes staring back at him.

"Ah!!" He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of the girl. She jumped as well by his outburst. "Um...hello?"

Once he calmed his racing heart, he noticed just how beautiful the girl was. Her black hair touched her waist, with fair skin to contrast. A dark purple dress reached her knees and he noticed she was barefoot. "What's your name," she asked as she stretched out her arm to shake hands with him. Her smile was angelic and made him feel better. He wasn't alone anymore.

He took her hand, fulfilling the gesture. "I'm Shiro."

"Nice to meet you, Shiro. I must say, it's a relief to not be here by myself. I almost thought I was going crazy when I saw you walking around. Speaking of, you looked as if you were searching for something. May I ask what?"

"I'm looking for a way out. I need to get back to my team." Shiro watched as the girl's face went from confusion to excitement.

"Oh, that's easy! Just wake up."

"What?" He was shocked. This girl must've been here awhile cause she sounded crazy.

"You're in a deep sleep, probably forced. Your conscience has drifted away from you and now you're here. Once you wake up, you'll be back wherever you need to be. But if I may, I need a favor from you, black paladin." She seemed desperate, and he felt bad for her.

"Sure, but how did you know I was the black paladin?"

"You're wearing the suit," she giggled. "Zarkon wants the black lion really bad, so you have to wake up now. I can help you, but once you wake, I need you to find me. Find me and wake me up. Please."

He was confused. "How will I find you?"

She swiftly moved her hands behind her neck and unclasped her necklace, then gently set it in his palm. "Use this. It will guide you to me." The necklace was a silver chain with a beautifully carved violet crystal attached. "Now, we must hurry. No time to lose!" She pulled him closer, and while she was visibly smaller than him, her grip proved her to be strong.

"Okay, for this to work, you must focus. Focus on your friends and where they might be." He did as instructed, thinking about each of his teammates and how much he wished to see them again. He could be eating Hunk's amazing food right about now. Or quietly laughing at Lance's jokes. He could be letting Pidge work on his robotic arm like she's always begging to do. He could be sparring with Keith, whom he always thought of as his little brother. Even dealing with Coran's training exercises seemed to sound amazing at this point. And most of all, he wanted to see Allura. He'd never admit it to anybody, but he kind of liked the snow-haired princess. She was strong, determined, kind, and beautiful. He'd give anything to tell her that someday.

A small hand forcefully pushed him down onto one knee. "You're doing great, keep focusing. Picture where you want to be." That was easy, he wanted to be in the castle. He pictured his room and the walls, and the main deck to every detail.

Then, he felt weak. His vision started to darken. No, wait, it wasn't his eyesight, it was the plaines! The purple haze was slowly engulfed in black. He felt a finger gently pressing against his forehead, then it all disappeared as he realized he was falling. All he could do is flail and scream, not knowing when it would stop or if he would even survive the fall.

Suddenly, it all stopped. His eyes were squeezed shut, thinking he had hit the end and he was dead, but when he managed to open his eyes, all he could see was white hair and dark skin and blue eyes staring at him in shock.

He was alive, and back in the castle. In Allura's arm to be precise. She cradled him like a child, not phased at all by his weight. The silence in the room was suddenly broken by collective screeching. "SHIRO?!"