Hello - sorry for the wait! I'm so pumped for the new season of Voltron, so I'll probably have inspiration to post chapters again!

The first thing Shiro was aware of was noise. It sounded like he was underwater. Muffled voices that sounded loud. The second thing he was aware of was the splitting headache he had. The pain throbbed at the nape of his neck. Slowly cracking an eye open, he realized that he was inside one of the cryo-replenishers. I guess the blue tint to my vision was a dead giveaway. He thought bemusedly.

"-aking up!" A muffled voice, Pidge, shouted. The barrier between his body and the ground suddenly disappeared, and the oldest Paladin found himself falling towards said ground. Thankfully, strong arms caught him. He blearily looked up at Allura, blinking owlishly.

"Wh'hpn'd?" He slurred, his inner self whacking him upside the head for that poor excuse for words.

"You and Keith were attacked by an O'xtrnis." Allura informed him. His hazed state suddenly broke as he realized one crucial fact he didn't notice before.

"I can't feel my legs..." Shiro said under his breath. He looked up at the Altean princess, eyes wide with shock. "Why can't I feel my legs?"

"Shiro, you received severe damage to your neck and spinal cord when that damn O'xtrnis launched you into a cliff." Pidge said, her eyes filled with unshed tears. Her fists were clenched tight as she stood straighter. "The healing pods can only do so much-" she said, walking towards the Black Paladin- "the rest is up to physical therapy." Allura helped him to lay down on an infirmary bed. His eyes were closing against his will, any energy he thought he had was instantly sapped the moment he found out about his injury.

Something's missing... Shiro thought to himself as his eyes drifted shut.

~VOLTRON~

Pups and their families ran as smoke filled the air. Screams of terror were heard as Galrans ran for their lives, grabbing their young and fleeing as fast as they could. Ships in the air, Altean ships, fired mercilessly at the alien race. It was a living nightmare, as bodies were scattered along the streets and buildings were shot to nothing but dust and chunks of stone.

He gasped, jerking upwards. Blinking rapidly, he felt sweat beads dripping down his forehead. A young Galra, with a sharp canine tooth sticking out and wide yellow eyes, looked at him.

"Are you okay?" The unfamiliar face asked, tilting his head. "You were crying and screaming in your sleep. I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn't awaken."

He swallowed thickly, realizing how parched he was. "Y-yeah," he mumbled, "I'm okay."

"I'll get you some water." The little Galran said, before bowing and leaving.

What was that? A dream? A memory? He rubbed his eyes tiredly, ears flicking in mild annoyance. Standing, he felt a wave of dizziness and had to brace himself on a wall. Shaking the vertigo off, he made his way to the bathroom. Turning on a faucet, he splashed water on his face, the small amount of fur on his face dripping. Looking up, he glanced at his reflection, albeit boredly.

"My prince?" The young Galra had a cup of water in his claw. "Your water?"

"Huh? Oh, thanks." He said, drinking it greedily. He stopped abruptly when he noticed the younger Galran looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry-" he apologized sheepishly, "-I was a little thirsty." Placing the cup down, he ran a claw through his hair, noting that he should probably get it cut soon.

"My prince, are you feeling okay?" The little pup asked, peering up at his elder.

"Eh? Yeah, I'm fine." He paused for a moment. "I'm sorry, what is your name again?"

"M-my name is Vraxxit." The younger Galra snapped a hasty salute and bowed. "It is my honor to serve you, Prince Authron Kroth."