Princess Of White Lion

Disclaimer: Celestia is mine!

Hope you like! I've been wanting to do another Voltron fic for awhile now! Please review.

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There was a time when the world was at peace around the galaxy. People were happy. And I was happy.

I lived in a world called Oriande, I am the Princess.

One day, King Alfor came to Oriande seeking power to power five amazing giant robotic lions, he said it was to help keep peace in the galaxy.

But one day everything changed when the Galra attacked. I couldn't believe it!

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I ran as fast as I can through a hallway. Everything is burning, the building around me is falling apart, I have to dodge a few drabs as I continue to run down the hallway.

It felt like I was running for a long time, then suddenly an explosion from my immediate left threw me off my feet and I went flying. I twisted myself in the air as best as I could and used my magic to help slow my fall, but another explosion sent me flying backwards.

And out into the open space. With a loud roar, a white Lion zooms in and soon I'm in it's mouth, and I'm face down inside my Lion.

Using my arms to push my upper body up, I have to smile. "Nya!" Scrambling to my feet, I race towards the cockpit. "Good girl, Nya!" I pet the console in front of me as my Lion lets out a purr.

"We must to get back to Oriande!" I order, moving the handles. As I race off, my Lion is blasted from the side and I scream as I felt the blitz attack. I scream again when another blitz attack hit me.

I can feel myself weaken, I can't stay awake. I've been helping King Alfor and the Paladins fight against the Galar for weeks without sleep or food, and whats' worse is the witch Haggor stool my staff, the source of my magic. And my staff is also life source, without it I'm just space dust.

I close my eyes, ready for death.

But It doesn't come. Instead a blinding light comes my way, and I find myself standing on a balcony.

"What's happening?" I gasp as I look around. "Where am I?" I'm so confused right now. I'm on a strange and beautiful planet.

"Are you ready to go?"

The voice made me spin around to find very handsome human wearing a Galra uniform, he even has a Galra mark on the side of his face. He steps closer to me. "The others are waiting for us."

"Who are you? Where am I?" I demand. "What are we doing here?!"

The human smirks. "When the time is right, you'll know."

I turn my back to him, and close my eyes. When I open them, King Alfor stands in front of me.

"My king!" I gasp.

"It's too late, Celestia." He walks towards me. "I sent the Lions away, into hiding where Zarkon cannot find them. Your's is safe back on Oriande."

Tears are in my eyes now. "But we can't give up hope!" I cry. "We have to continue the fight!"

Alfor shakes his head. "The Paladins are gone." He said sadly. "Voltron is no more."

The tears are sliding down by cheeks now. "But I'm still alive."

"But you are only one." He takes a step towards me. "When Voltron is assembled again, you will awaken." He places a hand on my forehead and I feel a little zap.

"King Alfor." I tried to stay awake. "My king ... my friend."

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It feels like only yesterday ... and I do believe that Voltron will be needed again.