Hey everyone! This is a back-up account to my Quotev the rest of the Stars In Your Eyes is also there if you wish to read it. But I will hopefully be able to update all of it here in time. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story...

~Lizzy~

My heart accelerates as I hear the familiar creak of the metal gate going up. As a gladiator of the Galra, I am not unfamiliar with the bloodthirsty yells of the crowds and the desperation I feel every time I step on the arena floor.

Every single time I pass these gates, I wonder if it's my last.

My eyes quickly adjust to the glare of the artificial lights and my heart sinks as I take in my enemy. He's a type of alien I've never encountered before, easily over ten feet tall. His dark blue skin is marred with scars of every shape and size. On his hand, I notice he clutches a giant sword and shifts from foot to foot. This is obviously not his first fight.

We circle each other warily and wait for our signal to begin. I squeeze the worn handle of my dagger and twirl it a bit to warm up.

I'm okay, I lie to myself. I've fought worse.

I stopped counting how many battles I've had a long time ago. Although most of them are not to the death, the one's who lose often are become weaker with eavh battle until they die. The Galra don't give us time to recuperate. Eventually one wound becomes two and it keeps going until one's too weak to fight. Those are always the worst. I've seen it happen.

Those that are to the death always end quicker.

I hadn't even noticed the roaring of the crowd but it finally registers as it suddenly goes silent. A purple alien and the one in charge of the games, Januks, steps out into the lights of the terrace overhead. Thanks to the translaters throughout the ship, it seems as if he's speaking English. He spreads his arms dramatically.

"Gladiators, I am sure you both know the rules of this game: the first to draw blood leaves the arena a winner. " He cocks his head and gives us a cold smile. The crowd holds their breath in anticipation. It's not unlike him to add a twist to the games.

"Those are the usual rules. Rules that I'm sure we are all bored of watching you follow. Listen carefully, slaves, because your lives do depend on it. First one to kill emerges champion." The crowd whoops deafining roar. My heart sinks as the words settle in.

Suddenly all the hope I had of someday returning to Earth crumbles. It's obvious who the stronger fighter is; and I haven't even fully recovered from my previous match. I'm going to die here billions of miles away from home.

The revelation leaves me so shocked that I barely registered Januks' word.

"Begin."

My opponent is on me immediately. He swings his sword down and I scramble to get out of the way. I search for his weak points but find none. This time when his next stab comes down I'm ready. I step into his open chest and swipe my dagger across then dart swiftly out of his sword's reach. The blue alien growls as he takes in his wounds. It's shallow and had this been a fair fight I would have won.

The alien moves forward at an incredible speed and jabs his sword down towards my legs. Without thinking about it, my hand blocks his sword with the dagger. Pain erupts from my wrist as the full force of his strength crashes into mine. My right hand releases the daggers grip and my other hand snatches it mid-air. I slash his arm then scramble away.

He stares at me as I breathe heavily and cradle my wrist. My opponent's light purple blood drips down his wounds he approaches me more wary now with a determined expression. I can't help thinking where this alien came from.

What gives him his determination? Does he fight for himself or for the hope of seeing his family?

It's at that moment where I know I will die here.

I refuse to kill. Not for the Galra's entertainment. Not to save my life.

Still, with each heartbeat, my brain screams at me to live.

My opponent twirls his sword then attacks. This time I'm too slow. I yell as the sword slices my stomach ripping open my shirt as I attempt to stumble out of the way. The pain comes in waves and I bite down the groan. My opponent's expression of concern surprises me. He seems reluctant to continue.

Yellow spots crowd my vision as fight the urge to throw up. I keep my eyes on him as I gingerly touch the wound.

Thank God. It's shallow; any deeper and my insides would have been outside. Still it may have not been a fatal wound but considering how fast things are deteriorating, at this rate, I won't last very long.

Suddenly the alarms blares. The crowd, compromised of soldiers, pause for a beat- maybe two- and then bolt to their stations.

An attack! Despite my state, my spirits soar. Let them accomplish what I cannot. Let them destroy the Galra.

The blue alien approaches me and offers me his hand.

"I've heard that this is a sign of peace among humans."

His voice is deep yet clear. After a moment I smile and shake his hand. He's not my enemy. The Galra is.

"Sorry about the cuts. No hard feelings?" A look of confusion crosses his face and I realize that he doesn't understand the slang.

"No hard feelings." He agrees. "Only soft feelings."

Something occurs to me.

"Wait. How do you know our customs?" I ask. "Is there another human on board I'm not aware about?"

"A human? Yes."

The news is almost enough to forget about the pain.

"Tell me where the human is."

Half a dozen Galra soldiers burst into the arena. Their guns are trained on us but I focus on the blue alien.

"The blue one, he's on the third sector." He yells as they take him away. I let the soldiers lead me back to my cell as I think of what he said.

The blue one? Was the alien mistaking? As far as I remember, humans aren't blue.

Unless we've gone through evolution...

I dismiss the stupid idea. We finally reach my cell and they shove me in. The door shuts behind me and I stumble to the small sink in the corner of the room.

That cut's already stained most of the bottom half of my shirt I try to clean it as best as I can. With a sigh, I rip the bottom half off and wrap the makeshift gauze around my stomach. The Galra aren't good as distributing what they call 'luxuries' like clothing.

Feeling cleaner and somewhat calmer I won't bleed to death, I slump on the floor and close my eyes.

At this point, I don't know whether to believe the blue alien or not. He seemed sincere enough and how else could he have known about the handshake.

Without knowing it, I must have drifted off to sleep because I wake to the sound of my cell door opening. Along with the all to familiar fear, my irritation rises. Without opening my eyes I groan.

"Can't you cut a girl some slack? I fought not two hours ago." At least I think it was two hours. Time is difficult to tell here.

"What? Come one, we don't have time for this. Let's go." My eyes snap open to the sound of the voice. That voice. The human voice.

Standing in the doorway, a human boy with messy black hair and a red space suit beckons urgently at me.

Author's Note:

This is a work of fiction using characters from the Voltron Legendary Defenders world, which is trademark by Joaquim Dos Santos and Lauren Montgomery. I do not claim ownership over any of their characters nor profit from them.