The Soul of Voltron| A Voltron x Reader | TEMPORARY HIATUS

What the Quiznak is my Life Coming to?!

I feel exhausted. My dreams keep getting weirder and weirder, but they all have to do with five lions all chanting some prophecy I don't understand. The poem is usually in random parts, and it's too bad I never have any paper to write it down when I wake up. I do remember one stanza, but that's because it's repeated all the freaking time.

Awake, O Soul of Voltron!

Let thy legend live on

To all the galaxies and beyond!

Arise, O Soul of Voltron!

It doesn't necessarily help I can't find a library. If I could, the Altean literature might know what the heck I was dreaming about. Besides, where the heck did they get Shakespearean English? Maybe that's just what it translates to. I don't know. Asking Allura if they have a library might be a good idea. I might go do that.

I get off my bed and change out of my PJs. My room is good-sized, and it has pictures of Altea hung on the walls. The paint is a soft pale blue, and the floor is greyish-white like the floor in the rest of the castle. A full-sized bed stands in the corner of the room. A wall-length window stands behind the bedframe, revealing the beauty of Arus outside. The window will tint as the day goes by or if I want it to. The technological marvels in the castle never cease to amaze me.

Allura said the room belonged to a friend of hers when King Alfor piloted the Castle of Lions 10,000 years ago. I accepted the gift gratefully.

I throw on my tank top and shorts from yesterday (I'm silently hoping if I search for a library, I'll find a laundry room in the mix). I leave my shoes off because I figure we're staying put for a little while. Not to mention, I enjoy walking barefoot. Grabbing my phone, I check the time. It'd be 6:45 A.M on Earth. The others will probably be asleep still.

I slip out of my room, my bare feet hardly making any noise as I tiptoe down the hall. I quietly make my way to the control room, and I notice Coran adjusting a knob on one of the computers. I pad past him silently and continue my adventure. Coming to the first door, I halt and wait for it to open. It doesn't. I pull at the hinges, punch it (my hand hurts from that), give it the world's harshest death glare, and yet it still doesn't budge. I notice a button on the side and push it. The door finally slides open. Boy, do I feel stupid now.

I walk into the room. It's a kitchen. All that hard work, trying to get the door open, and it's a freaking kitchen. I wasted my strength for food goop. Wow.

I grab a drink before leaving. Closing the door, I walk out of the kitchen and further down the hall to the next door. I push the button. A training room! Sweet! Good to know that that's there. The same steps repeat. Close door, walk down hall, open door, inspect room. In the process, I find an entrance to the hangars, more bedrooms, an observatory, a lavatory (I make use of it before I continue), and, yes, a laundry room, thank goodness.

I finally approach the last door in the hall, and I push the button. The door slides open, revealing the room's interior. I gasp. It's the library. I found it!

The library is massive, with shelves amazingly tall and almost touching the ceiling. Books line the walls and are stacked on tables in heaps. A computer stands in the center, no doubt a catalog of what books are in here. I grin and run into the library. Approaching the computer screen, I place my hands on it to wake it up. It boots, and I look at the words on the screen in confusion. Altean. Maybe I should've learned Altean first. Although that might've taken forever.

Suddenly, the Altean characters flicker and move about the screen. I don't have dyslexia! What the quiznak is going on?! The characters suddenly stop, and I can understand them like they're perfect English. Weird...