Written in the stars (Lance x Reader)

(Chapter fourteen)

-Y/n-

After mostly everyone had left the living room area I laid my book down gently and sighed. Since everyone has been wrapped up with the castle and Voltron. I thought it would give me the perfect time to work on trying to figure out my visions and of course I haven't been doing this all by myself, Shiro has actually been taking time during his breaks to help me.

So far I've made small baby steps in trying to figure out the visions. There is always patterns when I have them and they all seem to be related to Voltron, the team, and the Galra. Which makes me believe that something happened that involved Voltron then. Because I haven't had any contact really with the Galra at all.

I fell back on the couch and stared blankly at the ceiling for a good few mintues. I don't understand any of this and it all makes my head ache. Maybe Shiro is right. Maybe I should tell someone.

Allura might know what to do. She's kinda like a magically space princess so of course she'd know what to do. I just hope the visions aren't anything too serious. The team already has so much on their plate and I don't need to be adding my own issues on top of it.

I forced myself up from the couch and walked back to my room to change into some clothes that I could train in. I choose shorts, tank top, and gym shoes. Along with a hair style that would keep my hair away and out of my face.

The short walk to the training arena was quite peaceful and quite, which was something strange to find in the castle. Lance and Keith were always arguing every time they crossed paths, then you know Coran he's a pretty loud enthusiastic person, then Hunk was always cooking and setting the ships fire alarms off, to be honest the only people who didn't really make too much noise was Shiro, Pidge, Allura, and myself.

Mostly because all four of us preferred to be alone for a lot of the time. I figured that Allura was going through a morning period after losing her planet and didn't feel up to going out of her way to talk to the others. Then Pidge, I'm pretty sure she was always in her room working tirelessly on trying to find her father and her brother. Shiro wanted to be alone to think and when he wanted to talk he would come to either me or keith.

And me, well I've been trying to figure somethings out and I've been going out of my way to avoid everyone other then Shiro just in case another vision episode happened. I just don't feel like having everyone worry about me I guess.

"Training simulation one please." I said waiting for the robots to start flooding around me in the arena. Since it was only the first level I was able to over power it in the matter of minutes. "Two now." Again I waiting but these robots put up more of a fight.

As I trained I felt as if I was back on Earth with my brother Adam again...

*FLASHBACK*

"Come on Y/n I know you can hit harder then that now." Adam teased. "No I can't... Why does this even matter anyway? It's not like anythings gonna happen ever." I said kicking the dirt against the fence in the backyard of our house.

"Don't say that Y/n. Life is unpredictable. You never know what it is going to throw at you. One day it could be something good like getting a new pet or something as small as a stranger holding the door open for you. Then the next it could be something not so good. You and me both know what the not so good can be and when those times come I want you to be prepared. What type of big brother would I be if I didn't teach my little sis at least teach her one useful thing?" He explained bringing his hand up to my head and messing up my hair.

"You are so annoying sometimes." I complained as I ran my fingers through my now messy hair. "Yeah. Yeah. Whatever."

*End of Flashback*

I was five at the time and Adam was ten. I couldn't realize it at the time but when he was talking about "something bad", he was really talking about all the fights he had gotten himself into with our father.

Our father was never the accepting father. He always worshiped tradition and Adam wasn't the type of person that cared to follow things such as tradition. Looking back now those two were always fighting about every little thing. They'd fight over something as small as going to church on a Sunday, to fighting about our fathers addiction to alcohol.

The only time we truly got a break from all of the fighting and arguing would be when we'd spend a month at our mom's house. After I was born my parents had gotten a divorce and shared custody over me and my brother. Dad would get a week or two with us then we'd get a whole month with our mom.

Just before I knew it I was all the way to training simulation fifty. "Stop!" I yelled as I took some time to catch my breath. After thinking about my family it makes me pray that Adam is doing okay with out me.