Summary: Zarkon has captured Voltron along with its Paladins. Now, they're forced to fight in the Arena against a foe called Champion. It's a fight that they can only see ending in blood with the Paladins death or their leaders'.

Warning: Cussing and grammar/spelling errors if I didn't catch them.

Word Count: 490

Disclaimer: All hail the Netflix Gods that have brought us this beautiful show (I don't own thing)

A/N: Usually my chapters are longer than this, however, this is the first chapter and so it's just setting everything up. The story should be about 5 to 7 chapter and I will try to update every one to two weeks (but school is starting so I don't know if I can commit to that). Anyway, this is my first Voltron story and I hope I did represent the cast well.

Note: I understand Pidge knows about Shiro being the Champion, but I don't know if she told the rest of the team. So with the exception of Pidge, everyone else is wondering who this Champion fellow is…but that won't matter after this chapter.

Enjoy

The crowd booms with excitement, rattling Keith's eardrums and he felt Hunk press deeper into his back. The arena was dressed in a deep purple, one that once known to the paladins as the warm comfort of their leader, but now shook them to the core with dread. The aliens around them started to chant, their fists raising with an ambition to cheer on blood and death.

"Where are we?" Pidge muttered next to Keith. Her Bayard was clenched closely to her chest, the small arrow-shaped blade gave off a soft green glow in the sea of purple.

Lance took a step back, "And who is this Champion?"

"Whoever it is," Hunk muttered, "they seem to really like them."

Keith kept quiet, observing the scene that they had been placed in. The arena was much like the ones gladiators use to fight in, aside from the weird aliens cheering around them. Four large columns stood around them, seeming to be there for support or protection, Keith didn't know which. Beside him where Lance stood, a large door groaned with tension. And in front of him, high above the stands of bloodthirsty extraterrestrials, Zarkon sat. His fingers overlapped each other, his elbows sitting prominently upon his massive chair and he wore a smirk that seemed to strain his features in satisfaction.

"Uh," Lance called out, shaking Keith out of his thoughts. "I think something is coming out."

Keith and the rest of the Paladins turned towards the door. It's creaking began to turn into more of a moan as dust fell from the edges and the cheering grew.

"Paladins," a voice boomed over the stadium and Keith growled at the tone. "With the loss of your Lions and failing your mission for restoring piece, I have granted you a pain filled death."

Lance scoffed, "thanks."

"Your poor excuse for Paladins has continued far too long," Zarkon raised a glass as his smirk transformed into a cruel smile. "Furthermore, for punishment for taking our Champion away from us, he will have your blood on his hands."

With that, the door opened, groaning brashly and molding a long light into the field. Keith squinted against the light that poured out of the door and a figure stood. Chained around the neck, arms, and legs, two giants stood next to it. The figure was looking downward, it was dressed in a black uniform and around its chest was a dirty torn shirt. Hunk gasped, his eyes widening. Keith noticed a second after, his body going numb as he watched the creature emerge. Shiro looked up, his eyes bright yellow and as the chains fell away from his features, he sprouted a grin that twisted out a laugh.

Shiro stepped out, a weapon twisting in his grasp and the door behind him fell shut. The crowd roared with excitement and the four Paladins took an unstable step backward.

"Let the game begin," Zarkon spoke and Shiro jumped forward with a roar.

A/N: Next chapter shall be longer and I don't if I know if I can say this enough – I love Voltron and thank you everyone!

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