Voltron: Colored Lights

Ch 1: "Zarkon's prison"

My body wants to sleep but it can't. Not because I have to do something or something is keeping me from doing so, it's because of the pain and the ache I experience. Zarkon is harsh... oh so harsh. Yet I managed to stay alive. I am around ten thousand years old. Though, only sixteen of those years I spent awake, and that was more recently. I spent only the first four years on my home planet, Altaia.

My pointy ears give my Altain race away, not to mention my light blue triangles under my eyes. But my magenta hair is different. I don't know where I got that from. But who cares about my magenta hair, what matters is that I am Altain. The race of people that went extinct nearly ten thousand years ago.

Most aliens can't believe I'm Altain. 'They went extinct!' or 'All your people are dead!' they say. No... not all of them. There's me. I don't have to hear prisoners tell me that anymore, now that I've gotten my own cell. All alone. Ever since I tried to escape. That didn't go over well with Zarkon.

I don't even know why he doesn't just kill me like the other prisoners. Maybe I'm like his trophy or something... 'Ha ha, look at this poor Altain girl. Last of her kind, kept here to die alone. Ha ha'. Sometimes, he makes me stand in the room during prisoner fights. He sends them in one by one to die for entertainment. One time though, someone managed to win and escape. He looked Altain but Zarkon said he wasn't.

Now, most of the time, I'm stuck in this cell. Twice a day I get food, three times a day I get told 'Be quiet!' even though there's no one to talk too. I get lonely in here...

I woke up to the sound of footsteps down the hall. Skittish foot steps. They were interesting to listen to. I stood and made my way to the cell door. "Hello?" I called quietly. The footsteps stopped.

"Are you Altain?" It was a male voice. I peeked through the narrow seal of the door.

"Um... maybe." I replied.

"Just tell me okay!" He whispered loudly.

"Yeah... I am. Now, let me out!" I say impatiently. He let's me out and I look at his red uniform. Paladin Armor? "Your Altain?" I say quizzically.

"No, I'm human. Now follow me." He said. But I stood my ground. How do I know that I can trust him?

"What's your name?" I asked. He looked at me.

"If I tell you will you come with me?" He asked. I nodded. "I'm Keith. And you are?!" He was getting anxious now.

"Novaia." I answer. I smile and decide to follow him now. I probably shouldn't have been so rude about it, but you never know who you can trust.

I followed him throughout the ship, some places I've never seen before. It was interesting, being in places I've never seen... Feeling free again. Keith suddenly turned and grabbed my arm.

"This is the most dangerous part... You need to stay close now... Okay?!" He sounded agitated or almost annoyed.

"Sure thing." I replied. He whipped around corners and throughout the ship so fast I could barely keep up. Finally we made it to the red lion. I was relieved to see that we just might make it, but then my shoulder was in pain, a sheer sharp pain? I fell over and I couldn't barely move? "Keith?!" He turned and looked at me and he was shocked. He pulled his bayard and sliced at a Galra guard. He looked scared as he died. Probably the way I look now?

"She's Altain? Impossible!!!" It was a male voice. I couldn't see, I must be in a medical stasis chamber. I heard other voices but they were hard to depict.

"Will she be okay Coran?" Asked the voice of Keith, the... Um, Human? Never heard of that race. He looked Altain but they're missing the ears and the triangles.