So this is a sequel to my Connection story. If you haven't read it, it would probably be good to read it before this. For those who have read it, I got this up quicker than I thought but I'm really excited to write it! Hope you enjoy the first chapter.

It's Obvious

Violet. Violet eyes. Not an eye color that any normal human would typically have without contacts. No one ever asked him about them or ever said anything. He never really thought much of it himself, to be honest, just assumed it was a mutation of some sort. He has just gotten so used to it and not thought much into it that it just hasn't crossed his mind to get it checked out.

He had a mysterious dagger, unsure of where it came from, but has been with him for as long as he can remember. The handle had been wrapped since he got it. He's left it like that, not wanting to know what is underneath. The only thing he could see beneath the covering was some violet coloring. Violet, that color again. It seems to keep coming up.

After dropping out of the Garrison, he stayed in a little shack in the desert. He felt drawn there. He began having these feelings like something important was nearby, that he had to search. What for? He didn't know, but he investigated anyway. Eventually he found an area in the desert of large rock formations and winding caves full of markings of a blue lion. These feelings that led to the beginning of Voltron… that helped him find his friend-brother-after missing for a year… he still isn't sure where they came from.

In the Castle of Lions, Allura had mentioned how the red lion is supposed to be the most difficult to master. It is faster and more agile and needs a pilot of instinct. Was that truly him? Does he have what it takes to master the most difficult of the lions? Then he finds out that the red lion is aboard a Galra ship. Why was it there? How did it end up there?

He approached Red and placed a hand on the particle barrier but nothing happened. Frustration built up inside of him at not being able to reach his lion. Was there something wrong with him? Before he could think further on it, he was attacked from behind by some Galra centuries. Violet lasers racing past him. Violet. He rushed forward attacking the robots until his shield broke and he fell backwards. It wasn't until he, himself had been knocked through the airlock, trying to protect Red, that the lion decided to trust him. Why did he have to be tested in the first place? Did he do something wrong?

After forming Voltron for the first time, it turns out that he creates the right arm of Voltron, the same arm which his leader and friend had had replaced with Galra tech. Unsure of whether that is meant to signify something, he never really thought much of it.

While chasing after the bounty hunters who had stolen Blue, he was the one chosen to fly through the asteroid field. He accepted it without a second thought only to help his friend. But, even after second-guessing himself before and feeling like something was wrong, he was able to navigate that field with ease. It was easier than it should have been.

They infiltrated the Galra base inside the Balmera. He and the blue paladin had to find a way to close the hangar doors. No matter what was tried nothing worked until he placed his hand on the Galra handprint. Why had it worked for him? Why, when their leader needed a Galra tech arm to access anything Galra?

He found the stock of the Galra's quintessence. A druid was currently working her magic. After grabbing a cylinder to try and take it back to Voltron, the druid had attacked. He fought the best he could but her magic wasn't something to be fought against with a sword. After being shot backwards by some violet lightning… violet again… his hand began to burn. When he looked at it, it was covered in… violet… blotches. He called for an extraction from Pidge. The quintessence that later spilled on him, seemed to heal his hand. After that, he chose not to say anything to the others.

The one thing that keeps echoing through his head – 'You fight like a Galra soldier.' – he can't seem to forget about. He was fighting the king of the Galra, the one who has lived for over 10,000 years, slowly taking over the entire galaxy. He wanted to end this war no matter what it took, even if he had to sacrifice himself. Victory or death. No! That wasn't him… was it?

All these signs seem obvious to someone watching from the outside. There were many, some being undeniable. To Keith and the rest of Team Voltron, however, none seemed to notice that anything was out of the ordinary with their Red Paladin.

Keith's eyes finally opened after being in the healing pod for… who knows how long. Unlike when Lance was in the healing pod, there was no one waiting for him when he woke up. When the pod opened, he fell forward and to his knees, legs weak from disuse. He looked around. All the lights were off. It must be the middle of the night, or, at least, the time that they had set to night. It's hard to tell night from day in space. Everyone must be in bed. He checked over himself. He seemed okay. No marks or injuries to be found. Even his broken leg and ribs had been healed.

"Keith?!"

Keith looked up to find his adoptive brother, friend, and leader standing just inside the door to the healing room. He smiled.

Well, there it is. The first chapter to Violet Transformation. Please review, tell me what you think. Until next chapter,

NyteXade