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The first thing I remember is when I woke up on Master Bradwr's Galra ship. That was when I was ten. Everything before then is empty, but there is one thing I do remember: A strong feeling of untrust. I don't know what caused that feeling, yet it's ever present. I do know this, Master Bradwr kidnapped me and decided to turn me into his little plaything… A gladiatrix.

A gladiatrix is a female warrior who fights to the death. I was just unlucky enough to get chosen. For now, I'll just wait for the day I can be free.

"Everyone report to the training arena. Everyone report to the training arena," the intercom announced. I had just finished polishing one of my knives when that was announced. Tucking it away I got up and walked down the black hallways void of anything happy.

"Asha!" I didn't flinch as Jason came up to me.

"Do you know why you have to go to the arena early?" Jason asked out of breath.

"No, but I have a feeling that you're going to tell me."

"Prince Heth of Dinari is here to choose some gladiators for tonight's fight! Master Bradwr said that everyone is to practice their hardest for him."

"Ha! If he thinks that'll I practice hard to impress some pampered brat then he's out of his mind."

"I tried to tell him that… but you know Master Bradwr."
I entered the training arena with Jason and simply looked around. All the gladiators and gladiatrices were practicing vehemently. I gazed over and saw Sierra destroying everyone that challenged her. She's gotten pretty good these past few years. If she doesn't get picked for tonight's battle I'll be surprised. A knife flew towards me so I stepped to the side and caught it. I knew who threw it because half a second later they had a gnash in their arm.

"Ash, take it easy on the newbies ok?" Jason said with a sly grin.

"Well, he threw the knife at me so he asked for it," I growled under my breath.

"True. You going to practice or just dodge missiles?"

"Dodge. I don't feel like whippin' these kids' butts today."

"And that is exactly what you always do," Jason looked at me and smiled.

One of the new gladiatrices charged at me with a dull galra blade. She was clumsy so I easily tripped her then slammed my elbow into her back.

"Always have a steady footing if you don't want to fall," was all I said to her.

I looked up into the stand where Master Bradwr sat and saw another figure standing beside him. The must be the "royal prince" Heth. I watched the figure silently for a moment and then saw his head turn and face me. My eyes didn't change so I knew I wasn't looking into his eyes…

"Do you want me to stay here and watch you beat up grown men or do you want me to wait outside?" Jason looked sidelong at me.

"I'd rather you stay to keep me company but it's up to you," I replied expressionless.

"Then I better stay," Jason said with a laugh.

"Why do you laugh so often?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your family was killed and yet you still laugh and be happy. It doesn't make sense to me."

"Well, I miss then with all my heart but I can't change the fact that they're dead. I can either accept it or continue to be sad about it. I still cry for them sometimes but I'll be happy because that's what my mom would want."

"Oh…"

"How come I rarely see you smile?"

"I smile a lot actually."

"An actual smile. I'm not asking about the fake evil smiles that conclude your death."

"That's how you think I smile?"
"You're doing it right now!"

I had to give a little laugh with that remark.

"Now answer the question!" Jason exclaimed.

"Fine, I don't smile because I don't have any reason to smile. I know nothing about my family and I'm stuck as a gladiator. What do I have to be happy about?"

"Handsome guard friend like me," Jason smiled proudly.

"Friend? You haven't explained that earthly term to me yet Jason."
"I haven't? Well, a friend is someone who will be with you and support you. A friend sometimes can cheer you up on sad days. It just depends on the kind of friend you have."

"So you are a friend?"
"I say that I am. Did you know we also have something called a best friend?"

"Is there a difference?" I asked unamused.

"Yes! A best friend will stick with you till the very end. They are always there for you and will sacrifice their lives to protect their best friend."
"Really? So… you are not my friend. You are my best friend?"

Jason looked at me and gasped.

"What?" I said uncertainty.

"I've waited four years for this day! I officially have a best friend!"

"Hooray?"

"You're useless Asha," Jason glared at me.

"I know. Guess what? You're powerless," I truly smiled at him this time.

"I know. Look, Master Bradwr and Prince Heth are leaving the stand thingy-ma-bob."

"You weren't lying when you told me you had no idea what that was called."

Jason looked at me and shrugged.

"Attention all Gladiators. Master Bradwr and Prince Heth of Dinari will soon be choosing the champions for tonight. Meet in the center now!" The intercom screeched at us.

I walked over to the center. Someone walked behind me and I heard the silent hiss of a sword blade. Spinning around I used the heel of my hand and caught the boy directly in the collarbone. He flew halfway across the arena and landed with a satisfying thud. The sound of the entry doors stole my attention. Two figures emerged from the shadows of the big doors. Everyone instantly dropped to their knees, except me.

The prince had dark brown hair and was wearing a training uniform native to Dinari. He looked at me and scowled. He then turned at pointed to Sierra.

"You. Was is your name little girl?" He said with fake decency.

"Sierra, sire," Sierra said quietly.

"You will be competing in my main event tonight. If you win you won't be disappointed," He gave the fakest smile to Sierra while she just beamed. Then the prince turned and glared at me. He swiftly walked up to me with a snarl.

"You are not on your knees. Care to tell me why?" He looked at me with eyes of evil.

"If you want to know then I guess I'll tell you," I snarled.

"Then tell me."

"You are not my ruler. You are not my master. You are nothing but a spoiled brat who thinks that he owns the world. You haven't gained my respect. You cease to frighten me. And above all you treat me like some low life when in reality I could snap your neck in half a second. If I were you I wouldn't insult someone like me," I said in a low voice.

His eyes blazed and his fists clenched and unclenched. He started breathing heavier and his face turned red.

"Did I hurt your feelings? That's so sad. I really should feel bad for you but… I don't," I gave him my fake smile. He glared and then shot out his fist to punch me. I caught his wrist.

"Sorry to disappoint you and I'm going to give you a pointer for the future. When you punch someone make sure to swing faster and harder or else they're going to do this," I smiled gleefully as I increased pressure on his wrist. I felt the bones in his wrist crunch together when I applied pressure. Then I snapped his wrist backwards and let go. His face was contorted with pain while his eyes only showed anger. He slowly stood up tenderly holding his wrist.

"I want you to fight in the main event tonight. I'll see you then little girl."

With that he turned and swiftly walked away. I glared at him as walked through the doors and into Master Bradwr's black halls.

"Ok everyone, Master Bradwr is feeling happy today so do whatever," The intercom croaked. I was surprised at that since I did just break Master Bradwr's "honorable" guest's wrist. I turned around looking for Jason when another guard approached me.

"Asha, I am Captain Mornii and Master Bradwr has requested that you follow me," This Galra looked around middle aged and wore the emblem of a Captain.

"That depends Mornii. Where are we going," I said with a hint of disdain.

"I've been ordered to explain on the way."

"I don't have a choice do I."

He didn't respond to my remark. He turned around and started walking away. I followed him and it wasn't until we entered the hall did he tell me where I was going.

"Master Bradwr lets his champions choose their weapons when he has a special guest present. I am taking you to the weapon shed so that Master is pleased. Once there you can choose whatever weapon you want. When you finish you are to return to your room until further notice," Mornii said gruffly.

We walked down the halls and he lead me to this enormous room full of all kinds of weapons. I walked in wondering what weapons I should use tonight. Then I noticed the other person in the room.

"You excited for the main event?" It was Sierra.

"No, why should I? The main event is to the death," I said quietly.

"Oh, well then, I guess you're the one who's going to die tonight," Sierra replied unsteadily.

"Good luck Sierra. If I have my way, no one will die in tonight's main event."

Sierra didn't know how to reply to that. Instead she just turned and started picking through the digital weapons. I thought about picking one of those but realized that those weapons could get hacked. I walked over to the old weapons. I started with the chains and grabbed a 40 ft long, dull chain that looked the most durable. Throwing the looped chains onto my shoulders I started looking at the swords.

"Asha? I know this might sound weird but… Can I ask you a question?" Sierra said softly across the room.

"What do you need," was all I said.

"Can I have a tip before the main event? I know you don't want to teach me but… I'm quite nervous."

"When you walk onto the battlefield, do not look scared. Look your opponent in the eyes with courage. Depending on who your opponent is it could either make then nervous or show them that you are not afraid of them. In doing this you gain a strange confidence that helps only you. That is all I'm going to tell you."

"Thank you Asha."

Sierra quickly left the room without a second glance. Tonight, either we both live or else I'll let her kill me. Turning my attention back to the swords I eyed them carefully. I turned and started to reach for a Balermian broadsword when something glinted and caught my eye. I stopped and curiously looked where I saw the glint. There was an old rustic handle sitting in a scabbard. I reached forward and carefully grabbed it. For looking so old this scabbard is in pretty good condition. I pulled the medium sized sword out. It was covered in rust. Most of the rust is flaking… I probably could scrape off most of that rust. I slid the slightly curved sword back into its scabbard with a silent hiss. I was about to put it back when something told me to keep it. It was an instinct that was too intense not to follow.

I walked out of the weapon shed with a rusty sword tied to my waist and 40 ft of chain sitting on my shoulders. Tonight I'm going to show that brat what a gladiatrix can do. With these thoughts I walked back to my room.

AN: (This is my first Fanfiction so I apologize beforehand. Also, I am just starting Voltron so I don't know everything yet. This is an AU. I apologize… again… if I have any mary/gary sues and/or have some OOC so… bear with me. I also am an irregular updater. IMPORTANT: I have added an original character into my fanfiction and this is her life. ENJOY! :)