Matt was not happy with his life, right now he was taking care of the trash, inspecting scraps of metal separate robots' pieces that could be reused from the broken one, getting his hands dirty, that was one of the manies things he had to do in his "free time" at the fright zone; this place smelled like burned shoes and he barely knew what was "a tree" but it was where he lived his whole life and he did not know better.

He was an orphan, his chief told him that the Horde found him near the Fright Zone near the corpse of his mother, no one knew what happened to them but his "birthmark" could tell a lot, he was almost blind from his left eye because of a burn there so instead of Learning how to shoot with a weapon he was sorting the garbages but he was not so bad, he could keep some pieces of metal and he was not fond of training since he broke the jaw of a comrade during a spar, he will never forget the look on his comrades faces.

He became rather lonely because of it, his teammates were distant toward him.

"trainee Matt, you did enough for today." his sergeant, who looked like a blue ape, told him.

"okay." he answered before he left the landfill; the sun was going down but he did not wanted to go to his bunk now so he just went for a walk in this toxic kingdom, there was no sign of nature in the Fright Zone, just buildings in a desert but it was relaxing to walk through it.

He ended his walk at an abandoned balcony, he never saw someone here in ten years so it was abandoned to him; Matt liked this place because he could see the three moons of Etheria from there and watching them always brought him peace of mind; when he arrived he spotted someone sitting on the railing, he knew by the hair she was a girl although he could only see her back.

The girl turned her head at the sound of his entrance and the trainee could see her face. She had cat-like features : ears, claws, furr and also two eyes of different colors, blue and a yellow one.

"What are you doing here ?" she asked him.

"I come here to see the moons when I have free time." he answered her.

"I never saw you here before and I come here almost every day." She was suspicious of him and he could not blame her.

"Maybe it's because of our schedules, I'm fifteen by the way and you ?" he tried to start a conversation but she did not answer, instead she looked at the horizon. "you Don't have to answer me, I will just go to the other railing."

He leaned on it and watched the moon, the catgirl was looking away; none of them were talking to each other.

"Did you know that giant lions live on the moons ?" he told her, trying in a clumsy way to become her friend.

she turned to him again with an annoyed look, he just smiled back.

"bullshit." she told him.

"Maybe it was because Admiral Scorbut drank too much but if Queen Angella has a death ray, why not ?"

"How could they breathe ?"

"they stay in apnea." he declared as if it was the most obvious of the answers.

she chuckled from that, he was taking this so seriously that it became funny.

"My name is Catra." She told him with a smile.

"I'm Matt, nice to meet you." He told her as he felt less lonely

Catra became his first friend in years and he was glad, since his accident no one tried to get close to him but she had no fear of him, although she was two years older than him so it was a bit difficult to spend time with her but he did not complain, they even had lunch at the same time.

"Hey Catra." he greeted her as he was Walking toward the magicat, she was sitting with a blond girl.

"It's him ?" the blond asked Catra.

"Who is she ?" Matt asked the catgirl.

"It's Adora, my best friend," she answered.

"Good to meet you." he told Adora, "hey watch what I found yesterday." he showed to catra a gauntlet he found among the trash, it protected the fingers with claws while a skull was decorating the back of the hand with a large gem for the forearm, it looked impressive.

"Nice." Said Catra.

"And since I found it in the trash I can keep it so it's really great."

"You want to keep it ?" asked Adora.

"Yes, why not ?" Matt really liked it, having something was not common in the Horde, you could have weapons or clothes but things like this gauntlet could only be found outside of the Fright Zone and it was quite rare for someone who is not a soldier to leave this place so he gladly accepted 'this gift'

"I don't know, it's just that it seems wrong." Adora declared, feeling uncomfortable at the view of the gem.

"I think it look awesome" he responded.

Landfill

Months after he got his gauntlet Matt was not sure of what happened with Catra, she hanged out with Adora most of her free time to the point he could not see her during his time off so when they met it was pure luck; then he remembered that he only met Catra because she decided to go to the balcony while Adora was with her other friends so it made him think : 'what if Catra became his friend because Adora was busy, what if he was just a replacement … could it be possible that they have never been friends ?', he felt ashamed to think that about Catra, a friend should never have thoughts like that about another.

"Trainee Matt." A voice called him.

The trainee turned his head toward its source and saw a woman in red robe and a Crimson mask to cover her face, she was the witch and second in command of the Horde : Shadow Weaver.

"Shadow Weaver." He kneeled before her as she was his superior.

"I have questions for you." the witch told him.

"What do you want to know ?"

"What are your relationships with my wards ?" she asked him with a threatening tone.

"I met Catra five months ago, I wanted to Watch the moons and Catra was at the same place as me so I talked to her a bit then we became friend; About Adora I Don't know, Catra presented her to me and we talked so I guess she is my friend." he answered, not sure of his relations

Shadow Weaver stared at him, the Brown could see a frown on her mask so scary she was.

"You have no hidden intentions ?"

"No, I just want to be their friend."

"How noble of you." She left but not before a comment "Did you know that when you met Catra, she was crying ? the poor thing almost got the number one place but she lost to Adora and instead of joining her comrades she left to cry in silence?"

"No, I didn't know she was upset." Matt declared, his confidence shaken at what he heard.

"Nothing is better than a friend in such a situation, don't you agree" Shadow Weaver left before he could answer.

Was he really just a replacement to Catra? The mere thought made him clench his fist, even the feeling of the gauntlet could not distract him of the possible betrayal.

After his conversation with Shadow Weaver, Matt wanted to know from Catra the truth, she was his friend and he wanted to trust her but at the Fright Zone, you learn early to trust no one, not even yourself; He had another lunch with Catra at the same spot they met.

"Hey Catra." he asked her while she was resting on the railing.

"What ?" she answered, distracted by the horizon.

"Do you know where Adora is?" he asked her.

"Why do you want to know ?" the magicat was discontented of his question

"Do you spend time with me because you can't hang out with Adora ?" she froze after that and looked at him shocked.

"No … I don't hang out with you because I feel alone … I spent time with you because you were pathetic." she almost yelled the last part

"What ?" Matt received many injuries in the Horde but her insults hurt him the worst.

"You were always alone, talking about stories and having remorses for breaking the jaw of some dude during an exercise, grow up! you're acting like a child and children are the most likely to die here so I felt sorry for you." Her answer was quick and brutal, it was like if someone else was talking to him but maybe he just never knew her.

"I liked being your friend." he responded while leaving, he didn't even look at her, he couldn't stand that.

Training room

Matt did not see Catra since their argument but he became more violent during his training sessions, right now he was in the middle of a fight and all the frustration and rage Inside of him was unleashed on his adversary.

During the fight he Grabbed the hair of an opponent to kneel him in the face and punched him with his free arm before he finally took him out by hitting his breastplate with the training staff.

"Good job, trainee Matt, a bit unorthodox but you fought well." the sergeant congratulated him.

"He broke my nose … he broke my nose !" screamed the loser on the ground.

"That's the rules of fighting." answered Matt before he went to the locker room.

When he washed his face, he looked at his gauntlet, the only thing that truly belonged to him and would never leave his side, his treasure has changed in the last months, it was silver when he got it but now the colour was darker like if it has been in coal, maybe it got dirty but then why was the jewel brighter?

"hey jerk" Someone called him.

He turned his head and saw the members of his squad without the one he broke the nose, there was Kiara, a girl with green hair and Terry, a taller boy than him with red hair.

"What do you want ?"

"I want to know why you broke Robin's nose." Kiara asked him with anger in her voice.

"I kneeled him in the face so of course it broke his nose, it wasn't personal." Matt's answer was cold.

"You don't feel sorry about that !" exclaimed Terry.

"I'm rather annoyed that it's the first conversation we have had in two years, seriously what did you expect ? sympathy or compassion because it isn't easy to have that with you." Matt is not usually choleric but he had enough. they were not his friends, in fact he probably never had real friends. Catra made him understand that perfectly. So why should he restrain his emotions for people who don't care about him.

"You bastard." Terry tried to punch Matt but the Brown was faster he dodged and quickly attacked him with the gauntlet, claws out.

Metals ripped the flesh and blood started to flow as the gauntly severely injured the red hair

"Terry !" Kiara cried, worried about her comrade, who fell on the ground, because of the blood on his face while Matt was standing in front of him, not having a care about the bleeding boy in front of him.

"We are just people who train together, if you died I would miss none of you." He declared before leaving them behind.

He was alone since his Birth, no parents, no comrades in his squad, Catra just felt sorry for him or was just using him, anyway she had never been his friend. The Fright Zone was hell to him and now he just wanted to leave at the first occasion.

It was his sixteenth birthday and he was at the same rooftop where he met his 'friend'. The day he was born should not be special but he was feeling a knot in his stomach like if something bad was going to happen.

Then it happened without a warning, his gauntlet emitted a bright light like a fire, his body was burning and he could not even scream, everything was blurry around him and he felt pain, it lasted for a time he could not measure, even after the light was gone he still felt a ghost of this pain.

"Finally, rotten air after all this time." exclaimed an old voice.

Matt quickly got up and was greatly disturbed by the creature who spoke. It looked like a sick old goblin from the stories he heard as a kid, it was wearing rags with a stick attached to a glowing stone as a cane, its yellow eyes frightened Matt.

"Who are you ?" The Brown asked, this creature was nothing like the one he knew.

"I'm Gnarl, advisor of one hundred overlords, leader of the minions and now your Advisor." the Hunchback bowed to Matt, at least it looked like it.

"What are you talking about?" Matt lost his fear and was intrigued by Gnarl, his Curiosity about the outside world made him very receptive to the words of the monster.

"Well, after the death of the ninety-ninth Overlord, my homeworld changed too much; I mean everyone got so better at spreading evil that it didn't needed of an Overlord anymore so I threw the gauntlet in a random dimension and I watched everyone in theses lands; Congratulation, you were the best choice to become the new Overlord." the creature was smiling at the mention of 'overlord'

Matt did not know what to say, most of what he said was alien to him but he was burning with curiosity to know about the outside world for years and now he had an opportunity that would probably never present itself again.

Gnarl was obviously able to use magic so escaping wasn't going to be a problem for them but then again all of this was too beautiful to be true.

"Why would you want to serve me, in fact why would you chose me?" he asked while Gnarl grinned at the question.

"I'm a minion, my only purpose in life is to serve an Overlord, a real lord of evil that I can call my lord." The creature pointed to Matt's item "The gauntlet has more power than you can imagine and thanks to it I was able to spy on the 'Horde of evil' Gnarl winced at the title of the army.

"I saw countless soldiers in theses lands but you are truly different from them."

"I'm just a cadet…" Matt answered as he felt more comfortable with the monster's presence

Gnarl shook his "Maybe but unlike them you have ambition, dreams. I know you want more than the life of a simple soldier. You seek a life of significance."

He wasn't wrong. His life as a soldier would probably be just fighting for the Horde in order to free Etheria. Matt often asked himself if he was going to die in this war or what he would do if it ended.

Gnarl smiled when he saw Matt seriously thinking about his proposition and his precaution was vanishing at his words. "Join me and you will have powers but not only that, you will have what you want the most in the world : Freedom." Matt's eyes widened at the word, his whole life has been following orders, the only things he ever did on his own accord was taking care of the trash. "You will rule the minions, having your own kingdom and thanks to you evil will have a way in this world" Gnarl presented him with his hand.

Matt thought of the proposition. He was never happy at the Fright Zone and he would never get the freedom he desired so much but now an opportunity presented itself to him. He could become someone, a ruler, a conqueror, An Overlord.

"I accept." declared Matt as he shook Gnarl's hand, the minion smiled as if the boy offered him the world.

Note : hi reader, I wrote this story because She-ra and the princesses of power is over so I had decided to publish this story that was in my head for one year but I never wrote it, the idea is that a Overlord came to etheria and just that would bring a lot of problems, I recently started watching videos of 'mjtanner' and even as a fan of the show I admit she has some valid points but in fact it could really help about the character of Matt when he see how the princesses rules.

Also sorry if this chapter is far from good, I'm not really great at writting prologues but it presented essentials events like : Matt became violent when he is angry after years of loneliness, he had a friendship with Catra like scorpia did but the difference is that Adora did not leave Catra at the moment so it was not as toxic and both of them were not good at making friends and the most important part is that Matt is the hundredth Overlord so it really said a lot about the generation of Overlord and their gears.

Also I really enjoyed She-ra and the princesses of powers as my siblings did; the ending was better than Voltron defender of the universe because I'm really relieved that it did not end the same way.

I edited the chapter to correct some mistakes like grammar and add a few more lines and for people who are curious Matt is like Matthew from "golden sun dark dawn"