In this rewrite of Voltron, Allura isn't the only royal Altean left. Her younger sister, Second Princess of Altea, Alaina, also known as Lana, also managed to escape the destruction of their planet.
10,000 years later, four humans discover the Blue...
AN: Welcome back readers, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, two actually and both parts, and are ready for more. Without further ado, Chapter 3 everybody.
It was early morning on Arus, more specifically, on the Castle of Lions. Where resided the Paladins of Voltron, and the last Alteans in the universe. It was currently peaceful as the Arusian sun rose, shinning its first light on the castle. Suddenly, the alarms starting blaring, alerting everyone in the castle.
"Everybody up! Zarkon is attacking! The Castle's about to be destroyed! Go! Go! We need Voltron now!" Allura's voice, loudly, rings over the castle comm systems and everyone reacts immediately.
Hunk, who was sleeping, promptly fell out of bed and began running to the door. Not without tripping on his blanket first though. (AN: That happened to me once. And may I just say, Ow!). Shiro, who was already awake, and in his armor doing push-ups, stood up and ran out the door towards the bridge.
Keith, who was also up, looking at his dagger, shot out of bed and grabs his jacket, then runs out the door. Finally Pidge, who was sleeping in the medical bay, awoke, dropping her laptop, and quickly got and made her way to the bridge with Rover right behind her.
"Hurry! We can't survive much longer!" Allura shouted. The whole thing was actually a training drill and there wasn't any danger.
"You've got to sell it a little bit more." Coran says and clears his throat. "Oh, no! Allura is dead! Aw, it's horrible! Her head fell off!" The ginger-haired man said, overdramatically.
"Wait! What? Her severed head is trying to speak to me! What is it, Allura's head?! What are your final words? I'm listening." He continued, now just being ridiculous, not even noticing that the others were already in the room.
"Coran, it's over." Allura says annoyed.
"Oh, I know! If only Voltron had been formed!" He groans still acting, then felt something hit him in the back of the head, knocking him down.
"Drill's over, Coran! Knock it off!" The assailant was none other than Alaina. She was in her Altean battle outfit, but her hair was in slight disarray, signifying a restless awakening. Jaga on her shoulder, somehow looking annoyed. Allura's mice soon scurry into the room, making their way to their respective owner.
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(AN: Okay, I'm just going to get this out of the way now, the names of the Mice. The big yellow one is Platt, the pink one is Chuchule, the gray one is Plachu, and the little blue one is Chulatt. With that explained, let's get back to the story.)
"Princess!" Amue, as always, was beside Lana and was trying to fix her messy hair.
"I'm guessing this isn't an actual attack." Shiro says.
"And it's a good thing it wasn't because it took you all... Coran?" Allura asks the Altean royal advisor.
"Seventy-five degrees." He answered. Wait a minute...
