Voltron -Keith's Battle part 2 by Skybird932, literature
Literature
Voltron -Keith's Battle part 2
Keith jumped from his bed so quickly that he was caught in his blankets and fell to the floor with a large thud. He was completely drenched with sweat and had a crazed look on his face. "It.. It was only a dream?" he stuttered. He hesitated looking at his hand, when he finally managed the courage to look down he saw a human hand. Normal but covered and sweat and bright red from his now unclenched fists. After allowing himself to breathe, Keith put on his shirt and headed down to the simulation room. It was the middle of the night, or at least the space equivalent, but training always helped him clear his head. He began on his normal training
Voltron -Keith's Battle part 1 by Skybird932, literature
Literature
Voltron -Keith's Battle part 1
*Warning!!! this takes place after season 2. Big time spoilers!*
As he looks in the mirror, he expects to see the face of a stranger. Today, he is met by his own reflection. Keith sits further up his bed, still uncomfortable in his own skin. It has only been a few days since the battle and he is still a mess. Within the past few months he has become the paladin to a giant, robotic, alien warship; fought off the Galra Empire; and lost one of his closet friends. That alone is enough to drive anyone insane, but finding out he shares a blood relationship with the most evil race in the universe, that pushed him over the edge. If it wasn't for Shir
Voltron -Keith's Battle part 2 by Skybird932, literature
Literature
Voltron -Keith's Battle part 2
Keith jumped from his bed so quickly that he was caught in his blankets and fell to the floor with a large thud. He was completely drenched with sweat and had a crazed look on his face. "It.. It was only a dream?" he stuttered. He hesitated looking at his hand, when he finally managed the courage to look down he saw a human hand. Normal but covered and sweat and bright red from his now unclenched fists. After allowing himself to breathe, Keith put on his shirt and headed down to the simulation room. It was the middle of the night, or at least the space equivalent, but training always helped him clear his head. He began on his normal training