Borderline

chapter one.

HEYOOO I'M BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH A NEW KLANCE BOOK!

Okay, but this one should be interesting. I know I know, this book seems so typical - I mean, come on! There is maybe like a thousands more Klance books like this one, but trust me, I will try to make this as non-typical as possible. And we all need some Galtean Klance sometimes, am I right?

So, I thought I would try to make this a book that makes us realize how single we are, you know? This will be some romantic shit, y'all.

So, let's start this journey with the best bois:

Oh, and by the way, this book is a little bit different from my others because it focuses more on Lance (I think it will only be in his point of view, but I may change my mind later). You have probably figured out already that I'm a Keith stan, but I felt like it would fit more with having Lance as our main protagonist. I love both of them endlessly, tho.

Anyways, here is chapter one, and I hope you'll enjoy this book <3

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Altea was a welcoming planet. Every specie was allowed to live here, everything from Olkaries, Balmerans, Puigans and Taujeerians; Alteans treated them as their own. The planet of admission, is what everybody called it, and it was really the best thing us Alteans could have accomplished - to make our planet a kind of sanctuary for everyone, somewhere anyone could land on and call their place to stay on. That was by far the most marvelous of it all. The technology we created was nothing compared to our ingress.

That's how it used to be, at least. Not everyone was accepted into Altea anymore. There isn't one day were everyone isn't walking with caution. What was once so beautiful isn't anymore.

Everyone was accepted into Altea, except for the Galras.

The sound upon their names made everyone bitter, and everybody tried not to mention them, or think about them. They were banned from the planet, but also from everyone's mind, and it was best that way, my dad said.

I didn't know whether to agree or not.
It was frustrating, to have this kind of turmoil inside my head repeatedly. No matter how many bad things dad and Allura told me about them, no matter how many times I passed the renovating area in the castle after Zarkon's sudden outburst, no matter how many times my friends stated they hated them, I couldn't seem to fully agree with them. It was just that way with me; yes, it was easy to hate someone from long distance, but I knew that as soon as I thought more thoroughly, I couldn't bare to curse all of them. Zarkon was the problem here, but that didn't mean that every other Galra was too. Nobody seemed to think that way. Maybe I was the only one with rational thoughts.

"Go hide, Lance", Allura called from the end of the castles garden. I was already running, even before she started counting. This was kind of like a daily routine for us; it was childish, yes, but we didn't have anything better to do. Inside the castle, it would get so mundane and mature, especially when mom and dad was having meetings - so mature I couldn't even call them mom and dad, but mother and father although having two human best friends just did its part -, that's why me and Allura wanted to contain some greenness left inside us. Hide and seek was like a sport for us, it would get so intense that it often resulted into a few scratches and bruises, and a lecture afterwards.

Gravel crunched loudly under my footsteps as I ran away from the castle garden, and it was that quiznacking gravel that forced me to run so far ahead; the sound of it could be heard by the whole Altea. Allura's counting faded behind me, and a heat of wave corrupted my body as my heart started pumping my blood on hardcore. I started to pant, and the route I usually took wasn't an option for me this time. Me and Allura had this rule that we couldn't pass the Castle of Lions property, or else the searching could go on forever. We certainly didn't have forever, and not that much of an endurance either.