write what you know - or not

[higginbottom]

Today, Esther is seated in the Plaza, as centrally located as she can possibly get. She's got a desk in front of her with a typewriter on it (don't ask where she found that), and she's got an expectant sort of smile on her face.

She's been feeling better lately, and so she figured she'd do some work of sorts. That's why there's a handwritten sign at the edge of her desk that simply asks:

What's your story?

and in smaller print, adds:

Recent English major will write your story/poem/memoir/etc out via typewriter for a small fee of your choosing. Very skilled with imagery and metaphor.

Any takers?

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[making_sacrifices]

"Then maybe I could tell you a little about Voltron. So that other Universes know to call on Voltron, too, if they ever need legendary defenders!"

She's all into it, excited at the idea of helping other Realities, too. Genuintely wanting to help everyone in need.

[higginbottom]

"That sounds like a good idea. What's the story?"

She's poised to type.

[making_sacrifices]

"Where should I begin? Probably with new Paladins, because the story I'm about to tell is about them, and they're still here, but, wouldn't it be a little confusing to start in the middle?"

A little embarassed, Princess Allura ponders this. Finally, she takes a deep breath, and begins:

"I shall start a bit earlier. Ten thousand years ago, the planet Altea and another nation, the Galra Empire, with which Altea was closely allied, prospered. It was an age of discover, and age of new technological and magical advancements, and era of peace and prosperity. In case of any threat, the Paladins of Voltron acted swiftly."

"Voltron is a robot, made when five sentient mechanical Lions come together. The Paladins are their pilots. The King of Altea was one of the Paladins. The Emperor of Galra was one, too. They were allies, and-- brothers in arms, friends, or at least King Alfor of Altea had been quite certain they were."

"Everything changed the day Zarkon's wife, an Altean scientist, Honerva, succumbed to quintessence poisoning. She had been researching quintessence - energy - so dangerous one should never research it so freely, and my father, king Alfor, had warned her of that many a time. She, however, wouldn't listen."

"Fearing the loss of his wife, Zarkon had proposed a certain plan for which he needed all the Paladins of Voltron. They gladly agreed to help their brother in arms."

"However, what he proposed was not what he truly needed in order to save his wife. And he had betrayed all the other Paladins, using Voltron to do something they'd never approve of."

"As a result, he and Honerva died. That was not, however, the end. Only the beginning which was also an end of an era."

Allura pauses.

"As I was almost a young adult woman by the time it all happened, I knew Zarkon and Honerva. Honerva even had babysat me a few tiems. Naturally, I did not know them as well as my father did. What happened next, we could never have expected to happen. Fueled by the dark quintessence, Zarkon and Honerva rose from the dead."