Their Stories (Voltron Oneshots)

Trapped - Kidge.

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A young Altean girl who was born too small then most. A small girl that was born with soft hazel hair and bright hazel eyes, hazel a colour that was rare for alteans. Cute freckles over her cheeks and nose, freckles seen as ugly in altean eyes. Light green markings under her eye, the only proof she really was altean but without them she would never fit in with her planet. 

She lived alone in a small mansion far from any close city. An old maid that lives in a small cabin not far away brings her two feels in the morning for her to eat during the day. But even then she would leave them in a basket on the door step and just take it home when she comes the next morning with another basket. 

The sixteen year old Altean knew to leave the basket by the door just before bed otherwise her meals would be left on the step alone and the animals would eat it while she was asleep. 

She would have left the house along time ago, she had to teach her self to read and write but thanks to her being smarter then most alteans it was easier then she thought. She was always alone and only saw another altean from the house window as the maid walked away.

She was locked inside the house and all the handles to an exit door was seal shut. Windows only opened slightly, so it give in air but now let her escape. A small doggy door was placed in the main door and that how she pulls the baskets in and out. She did escape once before when she was small enough to wiggle out the small door but she woke up back in the house with bruises and a note ordering her to never dare to leave again or death would await her. 

She has walked the house many times only ever found old nerdy glasses in the library. She read all the library books more then once and written so many ideas she ran out of paper and had to leave a note for the maid to bring her some more. The maid did but two months after she asked for some. She wonder if death would be slightly better then living in the house forever. 

She wanted to see the outside world once more and she wanted to explore and fly off into space but she was trapped. 

That was until she met him, a galra soldier. 

He broke into the mansion, she watched him from the stairs as he wonder around before collapsing. She notice he was injured and while he slept in the middle of the main hall before the stairs, she patched him up. She gave him the little food and water she had since the maid hasn't returned for a while and gave a note saying she might not return again. 

The sixteen year old was smart enough to try and spread out the basketful of food and water but she just gave the last of it to the injured soldier before her. She wouldn't regret it since she couldn't leave someone to die, let alone the first person she ever truly touched and seen with her own hands and eyes. 

She watched him sleep, he had a slight pout making her giggle. 

She would always return to her own room to sleep since she still wasn't sure if he was dangerous or not. Well a sleeping injured man wouldn't speak with her after all and she didnt want to fall asleep beside him only to be killed in her sleep. She made a semi bed out of blankets and pillows for him on the floor so he shouldn't be unconfutable. 

She woke in the middle of the night she heard something fall. She quickly jumped out of bed putting on her daily clothes, a long white dress with a light green and gold long sleeves jacket, like a lab coat. Her hazel hair was a neat high pony tail with the sides down.