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INTERGALACTIC COUNCIL TO DEFEND THE UNIVERSE
Planet of the Galra, Diel 15th, 20,017 AC
Dear Diary Journal,
Allura gave me this journal so that I can keep notes in the Intergalactic Council to Defend the Universe meetings. But I find those incredibly boring. Do I know that they are important? Yes, but that still doesn't meant that they aren't boring. I'd rather just lay in the Juniberry fields back on Altea and write more poetry.
But my father, King Alfor, dragged me here in a Altean ship to my first meet with the council since I was found to be the Blue Paladin for the newest of my father's Tributes to the keeping the Universe safe, Voltron.
Voltron consists of five Lions created from a meteor of Luxite. It's mainly found on one of Alteans moons, Lux.
It has quintessence that is much stronger than anything else we've dealt with. And the Paladins have quintessence similar to the Lions they are connected to. And with similar personalities. Zarkon pilots the black since he is a natural leader. And that makes sense since he is the King of the Galra monarchy. He represents sky.
I pilot the blue and have a sort of calming nature, but I can change in an instant like the tide of the oceans. I do represent water after all.
We have yet to find pilots for the Yellow who represents land, Green who represents forest and Red who represents fire, but that's what this meeting is for. To find the other Paladins. We brought in some of our most powerful and reliable allies, the Galra, the Olkari and Balmerans.
And Zarkon even brought several of his best pilots. Two of which are half breeds. One, his son Lotor, is half Altean since Haggar is Zarkon's mate.
And the other is part of something I've never seen before. The only way I would have been able to tell he was Galra was from his Purple eyes. Just like Lotor. His ears were rounded unlike the Alteans and not animal-like like the Galra.
But he wore the uniform of the Galra Pilots, so clearly he was one of their half breeds. But I can't help but wonder his secondary gender that the Galra have.
Alpha like Lotor and Zarkon? Or Beta like most Galra grunts.
Or an omega?
No, he can't be an omega, they'd never let someone that precious into the military.
So either an Alpha or Beta.
Hopefully over the next couple days I'll know for sure.
It's been a few dobashes since I wrote, but that Galra boy keeps glaring at me. I don't like him. I did nothing to him and yet he has the audacity to stare at a Prince like that!
~Prince Lance
Diel 16th, 20,017 AC
Dear Journal,
Another meeting today, but them again these things last anywhere from a couple of Quintents to two whole Cycles.
Let's just hope it's the former in this case, that Galra boy keeps glaring at me still. And I still haven't figured out why. I wanted to talk to Zarkon about it since we are team mates, but I wouldn't want to get him angry.
The only thing scarier than an angry Zarkon is an angry Allura.
My father just introduced the Galra pilots that Zarkon brought. The Galra boy is Marmora.
~Prince Lance
CASTLE OF LIONS, HOME OF THE ALTEAN ROYAL FAMILY
Planet Altea, Diel 18th, 20,017 AC
Dear Journal,
Good news and bad news. Good news, I'm finally home fro, those boring Council meetings. But the bad news is, the pilots, including, Marmora is here in the Castle of Lions.
I wasn't able to write yesterday because I had to demonstrate piloting the Blue Lion, and how Bayards work. So I had to spend the entire Fraylling day with that idiots Marmora! He might have an attractive face, but he doesn't really understand slang and popular culture references.
It's so quiznaking infuriating. But it's getting late so I will try and write more in the morning. If not, then I will write more when I can.
~Prince Lance
Gailone 1st, 20,017 AC
Dear Journal,
Ugh! I have been so busy this past Havar! I could barely write any poetry!
So let me catch you up on the last Havar. Marmora is the Red Paladin. My good friend, Alcora is the green Paladin. She's a small little Olkari that's incredibly smart and can upgrade her lion just by touching her.
The Yellow Paladin is a Balmerean who is super sweet. Couldn't hurt a Jubei bug. He's name is Raz. Zarkon treats us all fairly well. He even praised my flying ability. We've been spending the last Havar to get to know each other and train together. Allura and Father are usually in charge of it.
We protect each other, mind meld, and do flight training to try and form Voltron. We got close yesterday so it won't be long before we succeed.
And I mean, being a Paladin is amazing and all, but I just wish that there was more free time for me to be a teenager. Marmora doesn't like it when I flirt with anyone. He caught me flirting with Alcora and he literally growled.
Rather loudly, might I add.
I'll try and update this when I can, but being a Paladin is busy and tiring, so I'm going to bed now.
~Prince Lance
Gailone 32nd, 20,017 AC
Dear Journal,
Marmora is so Fraylling confusing! He is hot one moment and cold the next. He would sometimes let loose and enjoy himself around the other Paladins, especially Zarkon, but when I walk into a room he freezes up and emits a low growls and just ups and leaves!
Quiznak!
What is Fraylling wrong with him?
And why does my chest hurt whenever he does that?
~Prince Lance
Halrai 24th, 20,017
Dear Journal,
Zarkon had been in a bad mood lately, I don't know why, but he is. And I think that it has something to do with my father, but whatever it is, it's affecting the team. We had managed to form Voltron, but whatever is bothering Zarkon has stopped us from forming it.
And Marmora thinks that it's going to end badly.
But why would the Black Paladin end up going bad? That's just Fraylling crazy!
~Prince Lance
Halrai 30th, 20,017
Dear Journal,
I found myself staring at Marmora. I never really noticed how beautiful he was. His eyes shined when he played someone while training. How focused get was on the task at hand. Sure he might be hot headed, irrational and temperamental.
But I, I think I like him. For whatever reason, I have no clue.
The way he moves when he fights is so graceful. And when he truly let's himself smile, he lights up an entire room. It puts the sun to shame when he smiles. His laughter could cause the Junibirds to stop and listen, even for a moment.
Quiznak, he's like walking poetry!
Even last night, I found myself captivated by him so much I wrote a poem about him.
I thought that this was just some teammate rivalry because I thought that it was amazing how he could do something that I couldn't but wanted to. But I now see that it's because of how deeply I've come to feel for him in such a short amount of time.
Tomorrow I shall ask him if his heart sings as mine does when I see him.
~Prince Lance
CASTLE OF LIONS, DEEP SPACE
Thulate 20th, 20,017
I'm not even going to bother saying Dear anything, Marmora was right. He was right about Zarkon this entire time. And Zarkon knew that he knew. So he killed him.
In front of me.
My mate.
I was with him for only 3 Havars after I confronted him about my feelings towards him. The reason he glared at me the first Quintent I saw him those 7 long Havars ago was because he knew I was his mate, but couldn't do anything about it because of the Altean courting process.
The reason why he hated me flirting was because I was his mate.
And now he's gone.
I never got to become his official mate. We were still in the process of courting when Zarkon literally stabbed him in the back.
I tried to save him. Truly. That has to count first something, right?
And he's not the only one gone. Alcora and Raz are gone too. As is Altea and all the other planets in our solar system.
Allura is still alive but in a deep frozen state in a Cryopod. She wasn't awake for Alteans demise. Father took over the red lion after Marmora's death.
But it's just not the same. Allura wanted to use the Lions to form Voltron to destroy Zarkon and his self-proclaimed Empire, but without a Black Paladin, that would be impossible. So we hit the Lions. Including Blue. She cried as she was sent away.
The black lion is locked in the Castle though. And the only way to get it is to find the other lions using Allura's life-force.
But with her asleep we cannot do that. I am to join her and Coran Smythe, the Royal Adviser. To whomever finds this journal and reads it all the way through, please take heed and learn from my mistakes and wrongdoings. Pay attention to those closest to you, especially those with lots if power.
Power is destructive and can lead good men down dark paths that they cannot comeback from.
And please forgive me, my love. I hope I shall see you soon across the veil.
~Lance, Former Prince of Altea