Hi y'all! I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated in like, forever, but I have a lot IRL happening! Hopefully I can upload more often!

I don't own Voltron, because if I did, it would be a LOT different.

Thanks for reading and enjoy!

"So, how long have you been working here?" Authron asked Vraxxit. The young Galra's brows furrowed for a moment before looking back up.

"I think I've been here since I was born. My family has been faithfully serving the line of Zarkon since, well," Vraxxit rubbed the back of his furry neck sheepishly, "since before my great great grandfather was birthed." Authron hummed. He and his little servant Galra had been chatting lightly since he woke up from his nightmare. He had found that Vraxxit was a Northern Galra, like himself. Northern Galra sported furry ears, sometimes a tail, and really, just a lot of fur in general. They also exhibited traits of heightened smell and eyesight, which made them great for tracking and hunting.

Southern Galra and Eastern Galra were similar if you weren't really looking hard enough. Southern Galra had scales instead of fur, and more angular, sharp features. They had no tail and their ears were leathery. Eastern Galra were more like an aquatic creature, they too had scales and angular features; albeit theirs were not as defined. Western Galra were entirely unique, and looked similar to a human, albeit their skin had different patterns and markings with bright colors or darker shades.

"My Prince, you seem a bit... distant." Vraxxit tilted his head, ears flicking lightly.

"I'm fine, I just-" had a weird-ass dream "-didn't sleep well." Suddenly he found a tiny hand on his forehead as the younger Galra stuck his tongue out in concentration.

"Well, you don't seem to have a fever, nor do you smell sick." Vraxxit mumbled. Authron nearly jumped out of his skin when the door to his room was practically slammed open.

"Authron Kroth!" A female Galra, who looked to be middle aged, glared at the young prince. "Do you realize how late it is?"

"N-no..." I suppose I lost track of time...

"You have training in a half-varga and then it's off to meet with your mother about your coronation!" The female huffed, stalking towards the startled prince. She grabbed him by the scruff and he instinctively whined out of embarrassment and being treated so gruffly. "Your mother, my sister, is going to kill me when she realizes that you've forgotten about today's schedule! I am responsible for you while she is away, do NOT make me become a B'xradggl's hide because of your quiznaking tardiness!" Authron was mildly shocked the female hadn't run out of air while she ranted. His Aunt, the Lady Yimir, was certainly a force to be reckoned with.

"I-I'm sorry, I got sidetracked talking to Vraxxit." He apologized.

"Whatever," she muttered, finally releasing his scruff so he could walk (run) beside her, "it's not my fault if Dezca Hral mops the floor with you."

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For the second time he woke up, Shiro was definitely not as groggy. He felt more alert, albeit still mildly disorientated. The Black Paladin stared at the ceiling, a cold numbness spreading throughout his body. What happened to me... he thought, reaching up with his prosthetic arm. The last thing I remeber is talking to Keith... then we were attacked- he shot up, any remaining lethargy quickly leaving him. Despite not being able to move his lower half, he looked around wildly at his surroundings.

"Keith?" He called out. No answer. He was in the infirmary, shouldn't Keith be here too?

"Shiro? You're awake again!" A voice exclaimed from the doorway. Lance stood at the entrance to the infirmary, a tray of green space goo in his hands. "You were restless, even when you passed out. We were really worried." Lance breathed the last part quietly.

"Lance, where's Keith?" Shiro asked, completely ignoring the Blue Paladin's relief. A look of sadness flashed on Lance's face before it was set in a frown of grim determination.

"He-he was bit by la estupida puta and he hasn't woken up." Lance told Shiro, avoiding the older Paladin's gaze. "His wounds were healed by the pods, but..." An unspoken he's not okay screamed in Shiro's ears.

"Is.. is he-"

"No! He's not dead, he's just in this odd state-" Lance reassured, "-he's not asleep, but he's not awake either. After the healing pod opened up, he woke up but he doesn't respond to nerve stimulus but his pupils dialated with light reactions."

Shiro didn't know how to react. His brother was alive, but he wasn't awake? My head hurts... he thought as he rubbed his temple.

"I'll ask Coran to get some pain-reliever medicine." Lance put the tray next to the older within arms reach and left, leaving Shiro to his own devices. He experimentally flexed his arm. I can still feel my upper half, but the lower half of my body... he glared at his now-useless legs. Concentrating, he tried to move his foot, even his toes.

"Chikushō.." he muttered. He winced internally, knowing full well if his okaa-san were here, he would be given a through, stern punishment for swearing. Shiro shuddered internally. "I need to get this fixed so I can help Keith."

How much time do I have though...

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Authron panted as he dodged another sword. If he were looking hard enough, he would've seen his reflection in the glint of the metal. Dezca Hral wasn't a Galra to be trifled with, and was a terrifying instructor. He blocked a blow and parried, attempting to use his other hand, but Dezca saw this and reacted.

"You're moving your feet too slow! Footwork and balance-" a foot stuck out, tripping the young prince, "-are vital in a fight." Dezca stood over Authron, blade held at his throat. Slow clapping was heard as Hral sheathed the blade.

"Mother?" Authron smelled her scent, a warm feeling bubbling up inside him. Dezca bowed, saluting at the same time.

"Authr', you should know not to switch hands so suddenly, especially when you're recovering from a blow. It gives your opponent an opportunity to strike while you are distracted." One of the Emperor's daughters, Moir Kroth, told her son. Authron cringed internally at the pet name his mother called him. "I see you've been talking with Vraxxit. He seems so happy being able to talk to you like a normal Galra, and not like a servant."

"Shouldn't matter if he's a servant or not, he's still one of us." Authron muttered, sheathing his sword and approaching the Princess. "Anyway, how was your expedition?"

"It went well. Two more planets were conquered. They put up a fight, but ultimately, we managed to take them." Moir replied.

"That's great! Soon, the Gr'anith sector will be totally ours, right?"

"Correct. You've been keeping up with your studies on the sectors we have conquered." Moir praised. Authron and his mother left the training arena and walked down the halls. "Authron, I've been noticing you've been acting strange."

"Have I?" He replied, confused. "I guess I had an odd dream last night." His ears twitched slightly.

"Authr', you can tell me about it if you want." Moir reprimanded lightly. "I am your mother, and it is my responsibility to care for you." She stopped and pulled her son into a gentle embrace. He purred, a deep rumble in his throat and chest, as his mother nuzzled the space between his ears.

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Convincing Coran to have him see Keith was hard, but Shiro, with the aid of Pidge and Lance, pulled it off nonetheless. "We have jurtans that you can sit in!" Coran came back with what looked like a wheelchair. Lance blanched, and looked at the oldest Altean dryly.

"Coran, that's a wheelchair."

"No, it's a jurtan!"

"It's not-oh, nevermind."

And now Shiro wheeled himself into the room where they were keeping Keith.

Keith... The oldest Paladin thought helplessly, as he saw his younger brother. Keith looked relatively fine, any physical wounds that he might've had were healed by the pods. "Do you know when he'll wake up?" He asked Coran.

"I'm sorry, but the venom that's inside his body reached his mind. I'm not sure what will happen now.."

Shiro felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

I'm useless... Keith, I'm so sorry.