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Many decades ago, lived two different kinds of humans in the entire population of the world. One of thethem, having special abilities, while the other-did not. The entire population was balanced, having a 50% and 50% percentage for the population of humans having abilities or not. Within the uncountable population, the humans who had the abilties, made use of them, either it came to work professions, helping out citizens, aiding in rescuse, and even fighting those with the humans who abuse their powers, and use them for bad deeds. There were many groups from different branches that were made for certain purposespurposes. A group known for their alchemy abilities and marks on their cheekbones, were known as the Alteans; another group known for their much more diverse abilities, but naturally purple-toned hair and noticeable marks on their entire body were known as the Galra. These two groups worked together, helping each other out to help balance the population, and spread good, and peace. But deeper within the entire human race, lived 5 brave warriors and heroes, known as The Paladins of Voltron. Each of the members were different: Grygan was the former Yellow Paladin, having the ability to make his skin as hard as a rock while also having the ability to make the earth shake, and be bended; Blaytz was the former Blue Paladin, he had the appearance of a charming shark, having the ability to propel water out of the thin air from his hands, and was able to swim at remarkable speeds; Trigel was the former Green Paladin and first, famous female hero, she had the ability to wrap plant life into weapons and use it to protect those who she cares about; Alfor was the former Red Paladin and last Atlean known of the human race, was known for his fire breathtaking and enchanting alchemy; And last is Zarkon, the former Black Paladin and former leader of The Paladins of Voltron, he had the ability to copy any ability as long as he had contact with his opponent,and use it against them. The Paladins of old were known throughout the entire world, they saved innocent lives, fought countless villains, and had done multiple good deeds. However, the peace didn't last forever...Zarkon's power continued to grow, and he couldn't control it, Zarkon began to become greedy, and tried obtaining every power he could, and become the strongest being of the entire world, he attempted to turn his back against his comrades, and attempted to annihilate them all. However, the other 4 Paladins couldn't accept the date they were going to face, so they had to defeat, Zarkon, even if it's the last thing they'll do. War spreader throughout the world, cities were detroyed, forests were burned down, oceans were dried, multiple innocents were killed in the process of the war. Eventually, all of the Paladins have eventually died, the Yellow, Green, and Blue Paladins died heroically in the process w hike fighting to protect the world, while Alfor sacrificed his life as he went down with Zarkon. After the war, the battlefield was nothing but ash, dust, blood, and grief. Ever since then, humans came together to build the cities back up, and after many decades later, the cities were build back up, and life went back to normal...well...almost...Humans hated the ones with the abilities, scared of what happened in the past will occur once again, causing more bloodshed like those many decades ago....
Seriously?...this lecture AGAIN?
There, a Cuban boy was sitting at his desk, cheek resting upon his palm as he was looking at the water bubble he was circling around his fingers. He heard this lecture too many times to count, and the point that Iverson was saying this lecture, made is even more serious...too serious, he looked over to his friend to his right, a little more chunky, a bright young guy was listening to the lesson as he was reading the books each of them have received. The boy looked back at his hand, looking at the water just dance and away inbetween his fingers, he was completely lost in thought. His hearing was a bit fuzzy until he was suddenly shaken, he jerked up quickly, having lost his focus, his water bubble burst, causing the cold water to pour all over his desk and lap.
"AH!!! Cold!" The boy shrieked out in shock, he tried his best to quickly wipe the cold water away, he eventually got as much "cleaned" as much as possible. He clicked his slightly-curly dark-brown hair back, he was so lost into cleaning up his mess, he had forgotten as to why his friend shook him, the Cuban boy then looked up, seeing Iverson's cold stare, the boy bit his lip in tension, seeing some water got on his teacher's uniform, the boy nervously chuckled, he lifted his 2 fingers, allowing the water to come out of his teacher's uniform.
"Lance McClain, unless if you want to find yourself in the next shuttle going back to the home that you came from permanently, I suggest you to follow along with the lesson like the rest of your classmates" the teacher have a long stare at Lance, he gulped, you see, Iverson had this what-to-appears-to be a burn mark on one of his eyeslids, causing his one eyes to be shut all the time. As soon as Iverson turned his back to continued walking up his isle, Lance then quickly reached towards his bookbag to grab the book, he had it in his grasp, about to pull it out, until the teacher called him out again.
"McClain...if you HAVE been following with our lessons these past 7 months, I will ask you a question, we have still yet to go over in this class. In our lesson, there were two different kind of human races, the one being 'normal' and having no abilities....what do we call the one that do...what do humans call us?" The teacher's last words were cold and harsh, almost with a bitter tone. There was a silent pause, nobody enjoyed saying this word, it is hateful. ..it is very spiteful. Lance stayed quiet until he opened his mouth to answer.
"....Outsiders....." Lance looked up at the teacher with a slightly hurt-look. Slightly upturned eyesbrows, almost like he couldn't enjoy himself every saying the word. Iverson the turned his head back, he gave grunt before continuing to walk down the isles.
It wasn't long until the bell had finally rung, it was still homeroom, so students still had at least 15 minutes to have time to themselves before their next class. Lance groaned in tire and relief, he took out a n ocean-blue binder with the label 'Photos' written in big, black hole letters on the front cover. His friend pulled his desk next to Lance's and chuckled a bit.
"You know, for a second there, I thought that Iverson was totally going to just through you on the headlights in front of the entire class" The Samoan teen had a cringed face while sighing, Lance jokingly shoved him.
"What are you talking about Hunk? He already did!" Lance used his hands to jester every word before pulling his white hood over his head, Lance then fixed the collar of his Blue jersey jacket, leaning his head back against the back of his chair.
Hunk was looking through his binder and photos, Lance was a photographer in his free time, and is one of his hobbies...well...was. Hunk flipped the page filled with ocean shots, until he saw a page with photos of the #1 hero, The Champion, also known as Takashi Shirogane. The Champion has the ability to use energy blasts from his hands, and he has the ability of super strength. The photos showed the mighty hero in action, his black and orchid cape and suit as it flowed as he charged into battle. One shot was him leaping in the air while his hands were glowing, getting ready to use his energy blasts, another was rising after winning a tough battle. The Champion is Lance's biggest hero, his idle. Until one day, after The Champion's battle, he went missing, including with his comrade, The Rebel, also known as Matthew Holt and his father, Samuel Holt. Lance looked down at the last picture he ever took, it was a piece of cloth, possibly a piece from The Champion's suit tethered to a piece of debree, just dead. That photo was taken a year and a half ago, so much has happened within this past year.
Starting his second year at the Garrison after finishing his first year, getting able to use his power much more, but not only that: another school for Outsiders known as 'Marmora Academy' was attacked and bombed at least 2 months ago, the attackers are still unknown, causing panic to go around. Lance, Hunk, and even his other friend: Pidge have wondered if they should even continue going to 'Garrison Academy for Outsiders and The Gifted'. It wasn't long until the bell rung, as Lance and Hunk were walking out of the classroom, Lance looked back at Chalkboard, seeing something writtan in Iverson's handwriting: 'This is a Lesson to Be Learned. Remember it for the quiz next week's Lance turned back around, going to his locker.
Finally! End of the Day!
Lance, Pidge, and Hunk all went over to Lance's home after the long day after their lessons. Lance and Hunk have been friends ever since the 2nd grade, while him and Pidge have been friends since the start of Freshman year of the academy.
"Mama! I'm home! " Lance shouted for his entire household to hear. That was when his twin, Rachel came downstairs and smirked at her brother, she had the look of 'oo~ you're in trouble~'. Before he could ask, his mother came down the stairs and three a sock on his shoulder, when Lance was confused as to why a sock was on his shoulder, he took a small whiff before making a gagging noise, yup...this was his sock.
"¡Lance! ¡ Mi niño! ¿Cuántas veces debo decirte que recojas tus calcetines apestoso y los juntes? Y cuelga tu ropa después de ir a la playa?! ¡ Estaba lavando tu ropa, y tu camisa olía a moho!" Lance's mother ranted at him about taking care of his clothing better, that was until she saw Pidge and Hunk, immediately, her strict mother-facade faded away, as she went over to hug Pidge and Hunk, she gave Hunk a kiss on the cheek.
The the holy trinity just hung out at Lance's place until it was time for them to leave, after dinner, Lance went up to his room, he opened the door that was painted with a white base with a couple of Blue stripes on the top and bottom of the door, he opened it, being welcomed with the scent of the ocean. His house was nearby the coast, the bus driver from the school to his neighborhood was a good 40 minute drive, but it's all worth it. Lance jumped into his bed that had that had the view of the ocean, he breathed in the salted air, as he looked up at the stars. He grabbed a his water bottle, he lifted his hand out and allowed the water to float and form into bubbles like this morning. It wasn't long until Lance felt himself get sleepy, he eventually passed out. In another 7 hours, he would have to wake up, and sit through another day at the academy.
It's so that he thought...