The White Paladin

Dream

"Allura" a distance voice passes through the Altean's head.

"Allura" it whispered again calling her attention towards the strange voice.

"F-father?" She called out into the void. "Is that you?"

"Allura...you must hurry." King Alfor stated more urgently. "In secret I created another lion. I fear you may need this lion to fight the war, more then ever now."

"Father what are you talking about. Another lion existing is impossible."

"Nothing is impossible Allura. You will soon see. Go to planet Firon. Climb the mountain. Find the white lion of Air and it's true paladin." The lost king's voice started fading away with every word. "Goodbye for now Allura.." and he was gone.

"Father! Why didn't you tell me about it sooner...." Allura questioned into the now empty void. "Father!" She called again feeling that his presence was gone once again.

Allura jumped out of her slumber, pulling back the covers of her bed. She flew down the hallway in her nightgown, mice following her, concern laced in their squeaks.

Once she reached the control room she searched up the planet Firon. Looking at the small planet with millions of mountains she slumped down to the ground kneeling by the counsel. Not because their was far too many mountains to search, but the fact that this planet was overrun by Galra.

The mice jumped into her lap asking if she was ok.

"It's impossible" she mumbled to herself.

Just then Allura reheard her father's words. "Nothing is impossible." She jumped to her feet and searched for the tallest mountain. The closest one to the sky. That's where the white lion will be.

Upon looking she found that the tallest mountain was looked over by the Galra.  If they tried to turn on a Voltron radar they'd find it right away. But nobody is looking for any more lions. That's why they haven't found it. That's why her father left her in the dark about it.

"Paladins! Get to the control room immediately." She called in the intercoms. Hopefully they agreed to come with her to get that lion. Because no way in hell was she not going. She just needed to see who was going to come with her.

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"Get back in line" the Galra soldier commanded pointing his gun at my adoptive mother.

"Yes!" She said trying not to sound suspicious. She cradled me to her chest closer.

"Is that your child?" He questioned.

"Yes" she simply answered tightening her enormous arms around me.

I pulled the cape around me tighter. I had to hide the fact that I wasn't from Firon. I was human. The only human in this entire planet. All creatures that lived here were big in size and strong. Galra used them to carry all the heavy stuff onto their ships. When they invaded this planet I was only a baby. Molu, my adoptive mother has hidden me ever since.

But now that I was a teenager, she couldn't just hide me in her shirt or in one of her backpacks, I was too big. So I pretended to be a Firion child. A baby from her race. However the blue berry juice spread thick on my face to disguise myself, wasn't fooling anyone. So we had to be careful. Extremely careful. Who knows what the Galra would do if they found a human living here. All they had to do was take a closer look.

"Move on" the soldier said uninterested.

Molu complied following the line to get back home. She had just finished a long day of heavy lifting.