Alone I Hear Their Voices

HELLO! I return from the dead! So I think Voltron is just awesome and if you've read ANYTHING by me before, you know I like to make people suffer. And Keith is a really cool character. Thus, suffering. This is my first time writing anything Voltron related, and I also wrote this in half an hour after doing math for 5 hours straight, it seems good to me now, but it might actually be terrible, so please review and let me know!

ALSO!

This story ends how you want. If you don't know what that means than read on and find out!

THIS IS BASICALLY ME TAKING MY FEELINGS ABOUT FINALS SEASON OUT ON KEITH OK SO YOU READ THIS AND SURVIVE FINALS TOO OK, OK GOOD!

THANKS! LOVE YOU!

Heroes were many things. Smart, strong, and probably a little stupid too. But one thing that they weren't was old. Heroes didn't live long happy lives, they lived short high-risk ones.

Heroes aren't meant to survive.

It was something Shiro had said once, in a way to comfort Allura after she lost the AI of her father. He mentioned it to the paladins sometimes as well, but no one took him seriously.

However, it was that thought that gave Keith the only comfort he could get as he lay on the ground, alone. He was a hero, a paladin of Voltron at the very least. This was what was meant for him. This was okay.

It won't be okay.

Their mission had been so simple. No Galra, no fighting, they didn't even take their individual lions; they just all piled into Black.

The planet was dead- empty, hollow, basically a shell. But a thousand years ago the castle had received a distress call as it was dying, the cause unknown. Thus Allura sent the paladins on what Coran referred to as "A field trip! For fun! And research!".

The planet was fragile when they got there. The entire terrain cracked and crumbled as they moved around, parts of the ground breaking off and falling down cliffs or into dark voids. Colorless and cold, it felt like a graveyard. There was no evidence of there ever being any life on the planet, no remains of civilization or residents. It was either a good sign that whoever had sent the distress signal had been able to completely evacuate, or a terrible sign that every sign of life had been eradicated. Whatever it meant, it didn't matter to Lance. He was bored, which never ended well.

"Bet I can make more rubble fall than you." He changed Keith.

"Do you even realize how dangerous that is?"

"Are you scared, Mullet?" Lance taunted. And no, Keith wasn't scared. He, unlike some people, had the common sense to know that trying to make rocks fall off a cliff was a bad idea.

"Don't start." Shiro called over his shoulder, hardly paying attention. He was crouching next to Pidge, analyzing the scans she was getting from the planet. Lance huffed and glared at Keith, as if he had started it.

"Hunk, I bet we can make the ground crack just right so it'll look like the shock wave blew you away, like in those superhero pictures." Lance offered.

Hunk laughed. "Please, you're literally lighter than Pidge. You couldn't crack this stuff if you tried."

"Please don't try." Pidge said. "If my scans are right, and let's be real- they are, then we're actually standing above a really big cavern. We should probably move to-"

A loud CRACK cut her off. "God dammit Lance." She cursed.

Lance looked up, a mix of horror and 'I-didn't-mean-to' on his face. His gun was jammed into the ground because OBVIOUSLY the idiot couldn't think about what he was going to do, or listen to the warnings he was receiving.