I'm Kaida Donovan, one of the best pilots to ever attend the Garrison, the youngest commander of the Space Force Military, and the fastest fighter in the universe. Although... I'm not human, I'm Draconian. The strongest and fiercest alien race to have ever existed.
I was banished from my home planet. Why? -can't remember. The thing about banishment is that we are supposed to 're-live' our lives on a random planet with little-to-no memory of our home. Most people don't survive banishment, but I was lucky.
Still, my life felt like a dark prison with no escape. I hated humans, I hated the earth and I hated this forsaken life I've been forced to live with.
That was until I met...The White Lion of Voltron. For some reason, it thought I was worthy enough to be its paladin. He gave me a mission, to protect the blue lion that was hidden on earth and train to become one of the defenders of the universe.
Soon, I started training every day to become a better person tomorrow. Along the way, I ended up in the Galaxy Garrison and made friends with my team: Shiro, Matt, and Veronica. I was one of the youngest students to graduate. I made my way up to becoming Admiral, and one of the best pilots in the galaxy.
Later, I met a kid named Keith, he reminded me of myself before I met White. He had nowhere to go and no family to turn to. So, I took him in as a little brother. In an odd way, we became our own family.
Life was pretty good...
Unfortunately, I was captured by an alien race known as the Galra, 3 years before the Kerberos mission...
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I hope the Paladins find me before its too late.
A/N: I'm a very new author and don't know the first thing about writing. :D
Almost all the art in this story is drawn by me, please don't steal. BTW this is a Shiro x Oc fic
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.