(A/N Season 8 killed me. I cried for an hour. Not just because the series ended. You guys will see... if you haven't already... hehehe...hehe...he... I CAN'T THINK VOLTRON NOW I STILL HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES)
He haunted her, in reality, and in dreams. Every night she thought about how foolish she had been to fall for the son of the man who killed her father, slaughtered her race, and enslaved countless others. He had begged to be judged by his actions instead of prejudices, but she had been foolish to trust those words. His actions spoke for themselves. He harvested the remaining people of her race and stole their lives just to satisfy his own ambition. He looked for ways to cover the fact he had indeed made a mistake but did he stop?
No.
He went on to keep enslaving people, and to keep stealing lives. He went on to try and steal even more races and to satisfy only his race. So her prejudices had been right. She had been in the wrong once again.
Why had she trusted him? Why had she given up her truth and listened to his words? It wasn't just she had liked him, it was she was foolish enough to get close to him. She let her team get close to him, and even the least trusting begrudgingly gave in. He had hidden his lies well, and she had never seen through the barrier that protected them. Why had she believed him when he denied attacking her? Why did she open her eyes when if she'd kept them closed she would've seen the faults. He was the bloodthirsty son of an evil emperor, and nothing could conquer his thirst for power, except more. How had she ever seen anything else? She didn't know, but she beat herself up about it every night.
Allura's POV:
So Haggar was at large and was after our heads. Big deal. She was always after us. That entire family was messed up. Zarkon died twice and came back by quintessence. Honerva died and came back a black-magic witchcrafting witch. Lotor was born from a dead woman and was the most despicable person alive.
However, it was a big deal when we factored in we had no information. We didn't know where she was. We didn't know what she had been building for the past four years. We didn't even know if she was still alive. But we did know wherever she was, the Alteans was, and it was my duty as their Princess to save them.
That was a big problem.
Anyway, about three Vargas later, we all emerged from the Atlas jet, covered in oil and sweat. Coran had worked us HARD to fix that jet engine. Pidge stayed behind to monitor math movements and to make sure it would be able to support the weight, and Hunk was screwing pieces together the whole time. Lance had worked at filling the oil gauge, which turned his naturally darker skin tone black as the oil (because it was oil). I, of course, was busy making sure the fire would spew out, which was where we originally thought the problem was. However, upon climbing INSIDE the broken jet, I discovered it was the radiator that had busted, and with Pidge's help finally, we got it fixed in place and the jet started working.
"Phew, good work everybody!" Coran cheered as we all yawned and sighed. Lance tried to shake off some of the oil but just managed to dye the floor black instead of diluted grey.
"I'm gonna go shower and take this all off." He said after another two tries. He walked off, sighing. He accidentally walked into the door at first and, embarrassed, turned the knob and walked out.
"I'm sure Shiro needs help with something, so I'm gonna see. If you Paladins need any help, you can find me!" Coran hopped off, humming an ancient Altean tune. I smiled at the memory of it.
We can protect the universe and save the world.
We can defend our kingdom and love our neighbors.
Us Alteans we stand strong.
Together until the end.
It was a classic kid's tune, but apparently, Coran was feeling nostalgic.
"Hey, Princess!" Pidge called as I tried to find my way back to the library. I still hadn't read a book. It was annoying me my journey had been for nothing, but I waited until Pidge caught up.
"So, what did you think about what Gabrielle said earlier?" Pidge asked. I held my breath as I tried to formulate an answer.
"We know that there ARE Alteans left, but from what Gabrielle said, we have no idea where and how to find them," I said carefully, trying to come up with words for what I was feeling. "Plus, we still have to take down Haggar, and that's even more dangerous because she could surprise us any moment and she is still at large. We still have no idea what happened to her since she put Gabrielle in the Komar."
Pidge seemed to ponder what I had said.
"Well," she spoke after a long silence, "I get where you are coming from. We just defeated Sendak and his troops, and we were hoping for a long era of peace, but now our greatest threat still remains and we have zero information on how to find her. You forgot to factor in we can track the ships in space. Gabrielle probably has enough stored in her memories that we can find the ship and locate it. Priority is getting the Alteans back safely because even if we captured Haggar, they could still be hurt or killed by Galra guards." Pidge started pacing before she stopped and turned to me. "Let's call a meeting tonight with all the Voltron crew. We can ask the Garrison leaders if they can join us. I'm sure my dad has some kind of helpful tech that can easily assist us."
I agreed to meet up at 8:25 PM exact. We parted ways and I headed toward the library, finally finding the book I was looking for and started reading before scowling in disgust and leaving. Do humans know anything? There is no such thing as a speed that you can't travel. They seem to have all these ideas about conceivably going so fast you wouldn't age, which is totally unrealistic. And they thought they were the only life force… well, I'm just glad the Paladins were smarter than whichever unintelligent being wrote this book.
So I left and wandered into my room, which wasn't really mine but I felt was sort of mine. I, of course, had it completely organized. Clothes were folded, my Paladin suit was hung on a door, my bed was made, and I had an alarm set for breakfast bright and early. My mother and father always taught me a Princess must rise early. I can remember that day clearly.
"Mommy, it's too early!" I yawned as a four-year-old, pulling my pillow over my head.
My mother, the kind queen she always was, smiled. "A Princess must always rise early so she doesn't miss breakfast."
"But Coran would never miss serving me!" I insisted, pointing outside. "The first sun is still sleeping!"
King Alfor, my father, marched outside in his outfit. He leaned inside my huge room and kissed my mother on the cheek gently. "Hey," he whispered.
My mother laughed. "Help me teach her about why we rise early."
My father seemed to ponder this for a moment before sitting on the edge of my huge bed, which I didn't know was huge at the time but thinking back I know how it was.
"Do you remember that day a few weeks ago when Zarkon had to go fight off a huge monster from Daibaazal?" He asked gently.
I nodded, not sure where he was getting at. I just wanted to sleep for another hour.
"Well, he needed help, so he called me in to go fight for their freedom. If I hadn't been awake at this time, then I would've missed the action and the Galra would've been hurt. We must always rise early so we don't miss the fight, Allura," He told me, leaning towards me to kiss my cheek before getting up to leave. He turned back and smiled. "I'm sure fighting isn't always on your mind, but it is on mine."
Truth was, I loved hearing my father's tales of fighting heroically for planets' independence from evil races or saving them from monsters. I wanted to grow up to be just like him one day, a wise ruler with great knowledge and to be the best-known defender for galaxies. But I wouldn't tell a soul, so I pretended to only care a bit and I started rising earlier than early, just to see if I could get called on a mission.
I smiled, thinking about how cheerful my childhood was. There were no worries of destruction and no fear of enemies. All I cared about was living up to my father's name. I wanted to be the ruler he was of Altea, and now I was stuck trying to save the universe from an evil that was unknown from in whereabouts and in power.
I sighed, putting on my Paladin outfit designed for Garrison use. Walking out my door, I looked to my left to see Hunk and Lance talking.
"You still haven't asked her?" Hunk was saying. Lance looked sheepish and was staring at his feet.
"It hasn't been the right time!" He argued.
" 'hasn't been the right time' my honor! Lance, she's going to run away if you don't ask her! Just get your game together man!" Hunk rustled Lance's hair, making Lance protest before looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
"Look, go get her!" Hunk shoved Lance towards me, leaving Lance on the floor and me watching confusedly.
Lance turned around and stared at Hunk like he had no idea what to do. Hunk shooed him with his hands and ran behind the wall.
Lance turned to me and stood up quickly, dusting the dust off his shirt.
"Hey, All- Hey Allura!" He said, putting his hand behind his back. "So I know we're having the meeting after this but I had this idea that we should all meet up in the secret cafeteria after this where they won't let us former cadets eat?" He spoke quickly, closing his eyes for a brief second before waiting for my reply.
"Lance?" I asked, looking confused I'm sure. Did he just ask me on a date? No…. no, he wouldn't. Lance was asking everyone.
"Let me rephrase that," he spoke quickly before taking a deep breath.
"Would you, come with me, after the meeting, to a secret dessert cafeteria?"
Lance's POV:
I held my breath waiting for her response. Oh why, why had I let Hunk bully me into making a fool of myself. Allura would never like me the way I like her. Quiznak, I don't even like her. I haven't for a while. I'm pretty sure I at least really really like her, or maybe even love.
But it seemed to wait forever for Allura's response.
"Sure Lance," she said carefully. I let out my breath.
"Great! So, I don't know, find me outside the meeting room after the meeting and just kinda follow me?" I started to walk away before I could embarrass myself further. "Gotta go, bye!" I ran off, my chest beating quicker than it should have been. Hunk chased me, laughing.
"You did it man!" He cheered, patting me on the back once we stopped. "You got her!"
"She said it to be polite," I mumbled quietly, thinking about her response.
"No! Well, maybe, but she likes you! She'd only go out with you if she did!" Hunk said, turning to the door. "Now come on, I gotta go tell Pidge we scored you a date!"
"Just wait right here, emperor," The guard said, pointing to the door as he tried to call headquarters. Lotor grabbed his sword, ready to slash the guard's chest in as soon as he returned. He had waited three long decaphoebes to be here. He had waited far too long to exact his revenge on everyone who did him wrong. They had all abused him, destroyed him, shaped him to be who he was. His father had abused him his whole life, telling him he was a failure and murdering everyone Lotor had ever cared about. Lotor would be anyone but his father, and when Allura accused him of being him, it finally snapped inside Lotor, and he went crazy.
A few quintents later, Lotor stood inside the room, drinking, absorbing, using the quintessence hidden. He had become solely dependent on it to survive. Voltron might have destroyed his life, but who said he had one in the first place? He was born from a dead Altean, and he was fed quintessence from birth. So what else could he do?
Only one person stood in the way of his ultimate victory, his final reign into power. She might be his dead mother, or she might not be, but Lotor would kill Haggar at all costs.
(A/N if you aren't emotionally stable don't watch s8)
