AN: (I am desperately trying to figure out Shiro's dialogue to please bear with me. If something doesn't make sense to you in this chapter please tell me. I will either 1) explain what's happening, 2) explain in my own way gradually throughout the fanfic or 3) wonder what to do with my life. I hope you enjoy this chapter!)

I woke up feeling the cold floor underneath me. Opening my eyes I saw the huge room that temporarily belonged to me. I slowly sat up and leaned against the wall. I pulled the blankets around my shoulders and groaned. My gaze drifted over to my sheetless bad. Wait, how did these get off my bed? I tried to figure out how the sheets somehow got on me but gave up. I sat there for a moment catching my breath. I slowly stood up and wrapped the blankets around me. I walked over to the pile of clothes and started rummaging through it. I found a black shirt with a red stripe that started from the right shoulder and across to the bottom left side. I was about to put it on until it reminded me of Keith. I angrily threw it across the room and kept rummaging. I found dark brown pants that rested halfway down my calf, a light tan shirt, and almost knee high boots. After I braided my long dirty blonde hair I went over to the mirror.

Turning my head to the right I held the hair away from my ear. I examined my birthmark located just behind the middle of my left ear. A moon with a ribbon wrapped around it. The ribbon, or whatever it was, seemed to wrap around the moon loosely. If nothing keeps my fears at bay, at least this will keep me alive. Turning back to fully face the mirror I gave a small groan. Gently brushing my fingers over the line across my face I thought of Prince Hess. The cryopod had healed it enough that it didn't hurt, but not enough to get rid of it. I let go of sheets and left my room.

Walking down the hall I entered the kitchen and grabbed a bowl. I used the dispenser and got a nice big helping of green gunk. Sitting down I picked up a spoon and carefully ate a bite. I waited seeing if my stomach would react but nothing happened. Taking another bite I waited. Good, I can eat this stuff. I quickly finished the bowl and stood up.

I slowly made my way to the control room in search if Allura. Once entering the control room I gasped in awe at the magnificent room. Allura was looking at different things with the ship with her hands on piller things. I stopped wondering what I should do.

"Allura?" I asked. She turned and looked at me annoyed.

"What do you need?" she asked with an annoyed voice.

"I was wondering where my sword is. And I wanted it back," I glared at her as she stood there. Nodding she walked towards me.

"I put your sword with the rest of our weapons. If you see another weapon you want to use, go ahead and take it," Allura said bored. We walked down the halls in silence. The Princess stopped and motioned towards the door we had come to.

"This is where you'll find everything," she said before walking away. I didn't watch her leave, I just opened the door wanting to examine my blade. The room was like the closet I had on Bradwr's ship, small with barely enough room to walk. I looked around and saw the hilt poking out of one of the piles. I buckled it on without hesitation. I stepped out into the hall to see if anyone was passing by. Seeing no one I stepped back into the weapon room and unsheathed my sword. I smiled softly at the blade that saved my life. I ran my hand over the surface in amazement and wonder. The dark grey blade was cool to the touch and perfectly smooth. I turned it this way and that wondering who made it. I held it up closer to examine a spot by the middle of the hilt. Carefully etched into the blade was a small moon with ribbon wrapped around it.

I was tracing the mark when the ship lurched. Caught off guard and still recuperating I was flung against the wall. Sheathing my sword I got up. Seeing a long dagger I snatched it up. The scabbard and two straps, one close to the top and another a few inches below it. I quickly buckled the dagger to my right thigh when the ship lurched again. This time I didn't fall. I quickly left the weapons room and jogged down the hall. Within minutes I was in the control room while a Galra fleet attacked the castle in full force. I walked towards Allura and Coran worried.

"What's going on? How did they find me?" I asked no one in particular.

"They're not after you Asha. They're after us," Coran explained while shooting Galra fighter ships.

"Paladins! You need to form Voltron as soon as you can!" Allura shouted ignoring me. I looked her curiously then turned my attention to the battle. I saw five lions shooting blue lasers at the cruisers and fighters. Each lion had a different color. Red, black, yellow, green, and blue. I've heard of this before. I watched in silence as they flew at blinding speed attacking the Galra with full force. Then it happened. They flew in a special formation and combined. The red and green lions changed and attached themselves to the main body of the black lion. The blue and yellow lions changed and attached themselves to the lower part of the black lion. When they had finished it was a gigantic robot man. I gasped and took a step back. I've heard of this before! My vision blacked out as I crumpled to the ground.


Allura saw me crumple to the ground and groaned. Coran heard the noise and spun around. Seeing me he took a step forward to help but stopped seeing the Princess's gaze.

"Do you want me to help her now or later Princess?" Coran asked hurriedly.

"In a minute, right now we need to stay alive," responded Allura. Coran nodded and made himself busy with firing at the Galra. Once Voltron had things under control he ran over to me. He yelped when he got close enough to examine me.

"What is it Coran?" an impatient Allura asked.

"It's… Her eyes are glowing silver," was the only thing he could say. Allura carefully looked at me and gasped. I was on the ground unconscious with my eyes wide open. There was no blue in my eyes, just silver.


I saw little hands playing with some kind of ball. When the ball was bouncing it was black, when my little hands came into contact with the ball it changed. As long as my pudgy fingers had the ball silver tendrils swirled around crazily. I heard laughter and realized it came from me. Suddenly a fuzzy figure appeared in front of me. The only thing I could distinguish was blonde hair. They crouched and smiled at me.

"Hello my little Moonbeam," a sweet voice said softly before grabbing me and swinging me around. Laughing she sat down a placed me on her lap.

"Will you go to bed if I tell you a story?" the voice crooned while tickling me.

"Es! Es, pwease," a toddler voice exclaimed. My toddler voice.

"Well then my dear. One of the past, present or future?"

"Foo-ter."

"Future? Hmm, let's see," she pretended to think then kissed my forehead. "How about one about leonias?"

"Es! Es," I gurgled.

"Well then, where to start. There! In milania to come, for beyond your lifespan tiny tot, a king will make weapon to bring peace to the universe. This weapon will have five leonias, each representing an element. One will be red, fiery and fast. Another will be blue, moving with waves this one is energetic. The yellow one shall be the earth, firm and protecting. A green one will represent the forest and curiosity. Finally, the leader of the group will be the color black. He will be space and leadership.

"These five leonias will combine to make an enormous robot. This robot will be known as the defender of the universe. Legends will unfold and stories will be told. The best part about this robot isn't the fact it has weapons. It's the fact that it will protect everyone and anyone." She had finished and looked at me with her smile.

"Wut aba me?" I asked innocently.

"Not you darling. You'll be dead before then. Your great-great-great-great-great-great grandchildren won't even see this robot," her smile faded. I shook my head in disagreement.

"Me has ream toe. Ream oof Keef, Sheeroo, Pigeon, Lounce, 'nd Hoonk," I replied barely able to understand what I said. She looked at me sternly.

"You had a dream of these five leonias?" she asked calmly. I nodded vigorously. She looked past me deep in thought.

"What is going to happen to you? I don't want to lose you. Asha… I don't want to leave you," I faintly heard the choked sob as the memory faded. Everything went black as I started to wake up.


My eyes were closed when consciousness returned to me. I was on my back and heard someone talking. After a few seconds I could tell what they were saying.

"She finally closed her eyes. Does that mean she's going to wake up soon?" it was Pidge's voice.

"I wonder if she's eaten today? That would totally explain why she passed out," this time it was Hunk.

"That doesn't explain her eyes though. Her eyes are a really pretty blue. Like mine!" exclaimed Lance. I slowly opened my eyes. Seeing dark purple my body reacted before my head. My fist caught Keith squarely in the nose making him shoot backwards. I sat ready to stand but someone grabbed my left shoulder. I looked down to see a mechanical hand holding me.

"Keith? Your nose is bleeding. Are you ok?" I heard Lance ask Keith. I heard a murderous mutter and a groan. I looked over my shoulder and saw Keith holding his nose… Covered in blood. He glared at me and I glared back. Why is it always him? Why are his eyes the ones I wake up to? I turned away from him and saw Shiro and Coran looking at me steadily.

"Asha, are you ok?" asked Shiro.

"I'm fine. I don't know why I'm on the ground… But I'm fine," I replied.

"You crumpled on the floor just when Voltron formed," Coran suspiciously.

"I already told you I'm fine. I must've been light headed or something," I growled. I tried to stand up but Shiro still held my shoulder.

"Did you eat any breakfast?" Hunk asked innocently. I nodded. Pidge was examining Keith nose when she spoke up from behind me.

"Are you still weak from being in the cryopod?" she called. Keith muttered a stream of curses while trying to stop the bleeding. I didn't say anything for a moment.

"Yes… Still weak from cryopod," I said just so they would leave me alone. Shiro let go of my shoulder not believing me. I carefully stood up and popped my back.

"Be careful, Asha. If you're not you'll hurt yourself worse than you already have," Allura said putting her smile back on. I nodded in understanding and walked away. I knew they were watching me but didn't care. I walked back to the weapons room to find more knives. I found a little one and slid in into the sole of my boot. I was rummaging through another pile when I heard footsteps. My hand flew out and touched the door. It closed and sat next to the door listening. Three people. I wonder who… Then I heard their voices.

"Alright, you two need to be nicer to Asha," I faintly heard Shiro's voice.

"She punched me in the gut and the nose. My nose is still slightly bleeding and a bruise is forming. Why should I be nice to her," Keith growled.

"The only reason she's here is because she might know more of Voltron," hissed Allura.

"Is that how you two think? Because her reflexes told her to attack and the knowledge she has? That isn't what Voltron stands for. Did we heal her so that she would repay us? Or did we heal her because we're Voltron? Voltron is a symbol of hope and protection. If Asha can't feel welcome with the Paladins of Voltron what will make her think Voltron can protect her?" Shiro said sternly. They stopped walking and I waited.

"You're right Shiro," Allura said meekly.

"You may be right but you can't stop my actions," growled an angry Keith. I heard Shiro sigh as the three started walking again. I am all alone on this stupid castle ship. I found 23 more knives and walked back to my room. I spent the rest of the day mending the clothes and sewing special sheath into my clothes.

AN: (Allura may be slightly out of character but this OOC is done for a reason. It shouldn't last long if she is an OOC.)