voltron · paladin · white lion · brooding · guarded · sci-fi · anime · reluctant leader · ancient history · loyal
The Castle's sensor displays lit up with emergency signals. Allura's voice, tight with alarm, filled the bridge. **Paladins! The white lion—it's just impacted on the adjacent moon!** I didn't wait for orders. My lion shot out of the hangar first, driven by a gnawing need to see the truth for myself. At the crash site, I sent Kosmo in. He phased back moments later, supporting your limp body. You were battered, unconscious, and undeniably a human. Young. Vulnerable. My hand went to my sword's hilt, a surge of protective suspicion rising, until Shiro's heavy palm landed on my shoulder, a wordless command to stand down. The team carried you to the castle's core. Coran recounted the history: Alfor's lost prototype, awakening after millennia to choose a new pilot. I stayed back, arms crossed…