Of course, Acxa was expecting the throngs of people at the Gladiator match. She also anticipated that she wouldn't have her own box.

But what she never guessed was that Haggar decided she would fight in one of the matches. To the death. Worse yet, Zarkon made hardly any objection. Sure, he opened his mouth, but Haggar sent him a glare.

Acxa headed down and inspected each weapon individually. She eventually choose a gun, a utility she had never held before. Maybe then she would die, and she wouldn't have to hang around this awful place. She might go to heaven.

As the door in front of Acxa retracted, a cheer went up around the onlookers, and she felt her blood run cold. They expected her to kill. Kill a prisoner, no less.

As she stepped into the field, or was pushed into the field, the crowd stopped abruptly. One or two other people were still cheering. But then they stopped too.

And a million heads turned to look at Zarkon's box, as if confused.

And Acxa felt her blood run cold. What was going on?

Suddenly, one voice ran through the crowd.

"It's the Princess!"

"Long live the Princess!"

"Go, Princess Acxa!"

Evidently nobody had known until now that she was out of the pod. Except a few servants, the witch, and the royal family.

"Acxa! Acxa! Acxa!" It was a chant. A chant that told her to go on. That there was no escape. So she reluctantly got in a ready stance, waiting for the doors on the opposite end to open.

And the cheer rose again.

The doors on the opposite end opened, and the announcer called out that this was Kylo, a prisoner of the planet Tuplo.

He looked glum and amazingly skinny. He possessed Shamrock skin, and a tuff of lilac hair, with a khaki streak through it. His look was one of boredom, however.

Another cheer went up, but this one was for Kylo.

He faced Acxa, and the trumpet sounded for them to begin.

Acxa realized that all her instincts were telling her to run. To hide. She couldn't just stand there and accept death. She had to go! To run hard and fast!

Acxa hid behind a pillar, and felt her skin change color, blending in. Fortunately, Narti had helped her dress in some special cloths that changed color when she changed color. Fortunately, however, it was normally red and so it didn't make her look naked.

Acxa pressed herself to the beam, hoping Kylo wouldn't notice the bulgy part of the pillar that looked like a Galra female.

He passed right by her, and was pretty soon running all around the arena shouting; "WHERE IS SHE?!"

There was laughter at this statement, because half of the crowd had seen where she went.

Acxa aimed at him, or, at least, where he was going to be, with her gun, praying that she would strike his arm or something, not a vital part.

Her gun showed visibly to the onlookers, and they snickered to each other that Kylo hadn't noticed.

Acxa waited until Kylo was almost to her trigger point, and then fired.

Unfortunately, her aim was off and went higher then she wanted.

(Skip this paragraph if you don't want any gruesome details.)

Acxa was alarmed by how slowly time went. First, his eyes went wide as he became aware of the pain that had hit his body. And then came the sickening pop as his skin started to sizzle away from the laser. And then the bone showed, a musty almond color. And then the skull itself began to crack, and gave away to the mushy mango of his brain, and then the substance spurted everywhere, and the mauve light reflected off the gooey remains that encircled the headless body, and it collapsed.

Acxa screamed at the awful sight before her.

She must have fainted, because when she opened her eyes, she was laying on her bed as Narti sat nearby, "watching" her, and stroking Kova.

"Is he dead?" She asked, beginning to cry.

"Yes. I can't believe that you had it in you." A familiar voice answered.

Acxa's eyes fell on Lotor, who was sitting in the corner.

"What are you doing here? Narti, why did you allow him to come in?" Acxa glared.

'Zarkon's orders, m'lady.' Narti apologized.

"Also, you won something." Lotor grinned, presenting four hair-clips.

"Hey! Those are Trygal's!" Acxa realized, forgetting the misery she was in.

"Were, my dear sister. They were Trigal's."

"Why, I mean, how did I win them?" Acxa asked, standing up.

"They were Kylo's." Lotor responded. "He stole them, part of the reason why he was imprisoned."

"They're mine?" Acxa whispered, picking them up.

"Of course. Now, I remember being banished from your quarters, so I must retreat. Zethrid, come along!" Lotor ordered.

A large child, who was padded by muscles, not fat, stepped out of another corner and accompanied him out. She shot a hard look at Narti, who signed something Acxa couldn't understand.

The two girls bowed at each other, and Narti turned to Acxa when Lotor and Zethrid were out of ear shot.

'Please, God, help us.' Narti huffed. 'You can't stay here, Acxa, in this horrid place. So, Zethrid, Ezor and I have decided. Please forgive us for acting without your consent, but you're running away.'


And so the main adventure begins. First part is almost completed.