2 | 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 , pidge gunderson

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GULIAE stood nearby the Voltron heroes, watching them carefully with a soft smile on her face.  The young warriors sat on a raggedy Earth blanket at the top of a Galantian tower, the shine of Enlightenment creating a glow on their skin of varying tones.

Janiorce sat comfortably in Hunk's lap, napping away the small amount of pain he still had. His right ankle was bandaged heavily and propped up on Amal's knee, healed tremendously by the Altean pods but still requiring some natural rebirth. Amal had matching bandages around her hands, which she tried her best not to pick at.

"It's no miracle that you children survived," Guliae mused, catching the attention of the group.

"Uh, we're not children," Keith huffed. "Coran is like... thousands of years old."

"And what does that even mean?" Lance added.

"Ah, we're all children of the universe," the woman hummed, but gave no further explanation. "Thank you for keeping your word and bringing Enlightenment back to my people. I am truly sorry we cannot take back the crystal."

"Oh, that's okay," Amal insisted. Pidge squeezed her hand lovingly, encouraging her that it would be alright. "I'll get the hang of it."

Guliae bowed as a way to show her gratitude, before turning and leaving the group to spend time together after their long battle. Half an hour passed as Amal got to know her new and old friends better, Pidge somehow shifting behind her in order to start braiding her ever growing hair.

The young Pakistani girl squeaked in surprise when something began vibrating from within her pocket. She felt around for a moment, before carefully pulling out a device she hadn't used in months (but always kept on her– unless in battle).

"Is... that your phone?" Pidge questioned, cocking her head in confusion. "With the same old pop socket and everything?"

"Yeah," Amal hummed in response. "I always kept it charged when you went MIA just in case you texted me back."

"Aw, that's sweet and really gay," the Green Paladin teased, causing Shiro to roll his eyes in amusement. Amal didn't seem to absorb the comment, staring at the cracked screen of her phone. The call she was receiving had no phone number with it, and seemed to be causing her phone to glitch. With curiosity clawing at her feet, she pressed the green button and put the device up to her ear.

"Hello?" She called. When it was silent for a moment, she stood to her feet and walked a few feet away from the group. Maybe she had a bad signal. "Hello–"

"Who is this?" An accented voice breathed out, quiet and on edge.

"Uh, I don't know. You called me," Amal huffed. "Are you alright?"

"This line is supposed to only contact Lance. Did... Oh quiznak I think the rewiring I did may have messed it up."

Amal paused, realization dawning over her. "Lance? Like... Lance McClain? The Blue Paladin of Voltron?" At the sound of his name, the mentioned looked and watched his friend curiously.

"Oh– yes! Yes, do you know him?"

"Yeah, he's right in front of me." The call went silent, causing Amal to sigh in irritation. "Hello–"

"She's coming back. Listen closely, my name is Amira. I'm one of the last Alteans alive. Please, you have to track this call and help me! Hel—"

Amal froze as the stranger hung up, chills running down her spine.

〖 and thats the end folks! im kinda sad about it because... this was amal's backstory ): also super fuckin hyped bc for a 10 chapter long book this took me a long ass time to complete.

but fear not!! even if amal's backstory is complete, that doesnt mean she doesnt have other adventures!

THIRD BOOK: its titled "space friends"! it'll be cowritten by me and -spaceprinces ,,, if you havent read his book titled "space dust" then please do ! its vital to understand the next book.

kisses and see u there!!! xoxoxo.〗