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Absolute white, that's the first thing I remember seeing. Not my parents, not my brother, no I remember white and I remember the moments after that memory, after I told them. My father stared at me in disbelief then proceeded to ignore me. My brother followed my father's footsteps and I was left all alone, wondering what had happened and what was going on. I had no clue who I was, who they were, where I was, or how old I was I only learned who I was, how old I was, and who they were by investigation and exploration. Vitalis Kritanta. It's a very strange name, I have no clue why my mother picked it out for me. I wonder if she expects something from me, whoever she was.
I had found out that I was around 18 human years at that time. I wonder what that means. My brother was the same age as me and was apparently my two.. I had no clue if I could trust him though, he left me. Everyone left me. While I was gathering information I thought I had made friends, but they left just as quickly as my family did. I was all alone, no one to tell me I'd be ok. So I learned. I learned how to protect myself, I learned how to fight, I learned how to cook, to hunt, to murder. Life alone was satisfying, but lonely. No one would talk to me, I was constantly dirty and smelled of blood. I enjoyed it, but something within me enjoyed it even more, something wanted to taste the blood.
I survived for a year, I think, and that's when I found a white thing. I had no clue how to describe it or what it was, it changed shapes though. Whatever I felt was necessary, it would turn into, a sniper rifle, an assault rifle, a cannon, swords, an axe, you name it. If I could imagine it, it would change into it that'd when these things who called themselves the Galra Empire arrived, and apparently their race was called the Galra's. What kind of crappy naming skills do these Galra have? Name your Empire more creatively, Purple Kitty Empire would totally strike fear into the hearts of many.
They had a leader who called himself Zarkon and apparently he wanted me, though he kept calling me the white paladin, and other more creative words spilt from his mouth, but I've forgotten which exact ones spilt from his ugly mug. They had just found Mr when the five badass power Rangers appeared. Zarkon was attempting to set my weapon when I almost got shot. It was the blue one and for whatever reason I knew that when he shot he meant to miss both Zarkon and me. Along side the boys one there was a red, yellow, green, and black one. They had helmets on and from this distance I couldn't see their eyes through the visit but to my surprise I could hear them. They were allies. They had no intentions to harm me, only Zarkon, but why target Zarkon? What has he done? Try to steal my weapon? That hardly seems like a reason to butt in. Then the stench hit my nose. I've smelt it before, we'll part of it anyway. Blood and something else. I looks up from my contemplation and run to the gate way into my home city. Fire. Fire was everywhere. My eyes widen and before I know it my weapon is a dagger, Zarkon is pressed against the wall, and my dagger is pressed against his throat. Those people my hand abandoned me, but they're still my people. Is this why the color team wish to harm Zarkon? Because he does this?
A hand touches my shoulder and I turn to its owner and see a cow man...OK that's not the best description. He's very attractive, a tuff of white hair falls over his forehead. Grey eyes meet mine an distantly I calm down, his eyes are sympathetic, as if he understands. I lower my dagger and it changed back to its original strange shape. I see Zarkon start to starting but I can't find it in me to care. Cow man's allies let Zarkon go and soon the rest of them run up to me but I can't look away. It's weird. It's as if this guy gets what's I've been through without even knowing that that is exact. One of his allies clears their throat and I turn to them, it's the green one. I blink then find myself speaking, "Who is Matt and why do you look like a boy?" I jump back and I hold my throat as if something's burnt it, "This is my voice? I had forgotten it's sound."
The Green one slowly comes out of shock, unlike the rest of her team, and speaks, "My name is Pidge. Matt's my brother, how do you know him?"
I shake my head, "Your name is Katie Holt, but some shortened bird name, and I don't know these facts just suddenly raced into my head." The rest of their names fill my head and I frown. What the hell is going on?