Until I See You Again: War Of The White Lion

The White Lion

Hello again, as you know season 8 is out. I'm choosing not to make commentary. Cannon VLD is over but not this story. This story has a long (and I mean Long) way to go. About 15 chapters left? More? Until I See You Again has come a long way and it's not stopping now. There will always be more and I will never stop writing VLD fan fiction. Content will continue into 2019. Maybe in the summer! Enjoy!

Adam's POV

I collapse to my knees, exhausted. My knees slam into the ground and I lay a hand down to catch myself. I'm so exhausted I could lay here. The deathly sound of a Lion's roar can't shake me.

"Adam!"

I hear people shout my name in concern and fear.

People run to my sides and bring their arms around me. I look up at the White Lion as it peers down at me. I try to push off the ground and people support my weight on their shoulders. I push myself off my knees and back onto my feet. All of us are face to face with the massive size of the Lion, powerful enough to crush us, mysterious enough to keep us guessing.

Having being built from the leftover wreckage, the lion's colors match the Garrison and Atlas. The Lion was modeled after the Black Lion, making their designs exact copies, but there is a difference in color. Where the Black Lion is pained black, the White Lion is pained matte silver. Where there are red accents, there is orange. Where there are yellow markings, there are black markings. The glowing blue stays the same. The eyes aren't yellow like the other lions. Instead, they are white.

"Guys, the wreckage is gone!" someone shouts. Behind me, the wreckage of the Garrison and Atlas really are gone. In their place is dust. It finally occurs to me to look around us. The sounds of the shots and explosions are gone and instead of ash are faint quintessence particles forming a barrier around us all. From the other side are the flashes of light, but there is no sound. There is only calm within this small atmosphere. I turn back the lion who looks off into the distance, then back at all of us huddled together.

The lion leans down to me, looking at me curiously. I reach out my hand and the Lion shifts close enough for us to connect and to raise me up. Instantly I feel a connection, a surge of energy and I am able to stand without help but I keep my hand on the muzzle of the Lion, and I lean in to press my forehead to the metal as well. I expected the metal to be cold but instead, it's warm and alive. There is a pulling feel to the lion, a sense of newness, innocence, and purity. This Lion is new, and opening their eyes to the world for the first time. I'm sorry to say all they can see is ash and dust in this troubled world beyond the barrier of all it's ever known so far. I try to talk to the lion. Maybe bond a little.

"Hey," I say, not really knowing how else to communicate. "I'm your paladin now," I whisper softly.

The Lion makes a croon of greeting.

Just in the radio chat signals again.

Admiral Sanda: "Wow, I didn't think you'd actually be able to do that. Uh, congrats!"

Excuse me, but we are having a bonding moment!

The radio pulls my attention away from the lion.

Adam: "Thanks, I guess. You had orders for us to leave?"

Admiral Sanda: "Yes. The building is about to collapse! Get in your lions! Go!"

I turn my back to the lions to address the team.

Adam: "Everyone, you heard her. To your lions. Nachia, Go with Hunk. Krolia, stay with Keith. Romelle, go with Pidge. Coran, go with Lance. Allura, I'm going to need you to guide me through basic piloting skills."