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This is a piece from a larger text of anime fan-fiction by this writer.
By Hailey Pereira
Contributing Writer
It was a weird day at the castle-ship. Lance was assuming Keith was sick with a cold when in reality, he wasn’t. He was completely healthy.
Keith, the red paladin, as there were several of different colors, was currently training when he felt a tug on his arm causing him to turn around. “Yes, Lance?” he asked.
He noticed Lance was giving him a weird look.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Keith tilted his head.
“Are you sick?” asked Lance. “You’ve been acting strange...and don’t lie to me!” Lance’s voice echoed through the training deck.
[Now, is it ever a good idea to assume someone is sick when you are looking directly at them, and you don’t notice that they look completely fine and healthy? The answer is no, it is not a good idea, and it can be quite rude!]
“What are you talking about…?” The red paladin asked, completely unaware of what Lance was referring to.
“You know very well what I’m talking about, mullet…”
Before Keith could deny the fact, Lance interrupted him. “Don’t you even think about denying it!”
Pidge and Shiro, other paladins yellow and black, poked their heads into the training deck to see what all the noise was.
Shiro stepped in and separated Keith and Lance, as Keith looked like he was going to punch Lance in the face.
“Keith! Woah! A little violent there…” Shiro exclaimed.
Keith crossed his arms and looked away. Fed up, Shiro took Keith into a seperate room. “You okay, Keith?”
“I’m just...a little agitated at Lance…” Keith said.
“Why?” Shiro asked.
“Well, he’s assuming that I’m sick when I’m perfectly healthy! You think I’m healthy right, Shiro?” Keith looked questioningly at him,the black paladin.
“Yeah, you look normal and healthy, why is he assuming that?”
Keith shrugged in response.
“Well, just ignore it for now...” Shiro said.
Keith nodded as he walked away. After a while, the red paladin was in his room, looking at his purple skin.
Not again… The red paladin thought.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and what he saw there shocked him: the killing thrust, from his last battle, was evident.
“The Galra!” he thought.
The battle that he had with the creature - the Galra, the purple-furred, beastly-feature being - left him with a cut that hadn’t seemed to heal. And now, it seemed, he was beginning to change himself...
“I must hide my tendency to lash out at people. The Galra must be controlled!”
He looked at the window of his room at this place that was so-called home, and he was grateful for friends like Lance that would continue to check up on him as well as the ones like Shiro that would continue to support him. Ah, and the Galra...The Galra would continue to be a challenge for him, but challenges were what he always craved the most.
To Be Continued...