Draylee sat in her cell, staring at the cold, metallic walls. She had lost count of the days since her last fight. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional clang of metal or the distant roar of the crowd. Shiro had been taken by the druids but never returned; rumors floated around that he had escaped and that Ulaz had gone missing. It was oddly quiet as she sat listening, and something felt off.

Clanking footsteps, metal against metal, a whirring sound– it was time. A sentry burst in, grabbing Draylee by the wrist. She attempted to pull away, but the sentry's grip was like a vice. It dragged her until they reached the arena corridor, where Draylee was handed a sword and pushed into the arena to face her opponent.

Commander Thace looked back at her, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. Draylee stretched, sizing him up, and nodded firmly. She could take him. She had just been taken to the druids for a new eye, updated and everything.

They circled and charged. "You're a hard one to break, Conqueror," Thace taunted, swinging ruthlessly. "You're jealous," Draylee retorted, dodging and weaving. Her sword clashed with Thace's dagger as she landed a solid kick to his stomach. But Thace countered with a crushing blow that sent her crashing to the ground.

As Thace pinned her, Draylee realized this fight was different. Thace wasn't just trying to defeat her – he was trying to break her spirit. With a surge of defiance, she blocked, twisted, and slid out, kicking. She darted around him until Thace grabbed her, slammed her to the wall, and held the dagger to her neck.

"Listen, little Altean!" Thace hissed, pressing the dagger harder until blood trickled down her neck. "You are worthless without the team, without your Pride! You'll never succeed without them!" Draylee struggled in vain to get out of his choking grip, then made her final decision. She dropped her sword and gasped out, "I s-surrender."

The crowd cheered, but Draylee's eyes locked onto Thace's. She swept his legs out from under him and jumped, pointing her sword at his neck. "You may have defeated me once," she whispered, "but I will never give up, never stop, not until Zarkon is destroyed."

Draylee points her sword at Thace's neck, breathing hard, not bothering to wipe away the blood trickling from the wound reopened just above her eye. She glares at Zarkon, chin up. "Send in another prisoner," he says.
Draylee was sick of this. "If you want entertainment so badly, then come and face me yourself!" she declared, pointing her sword at Zarkon.

"Very well." He throws off his cloak, and the world goes black. Suddenly, they're standing by a cliff, the audience surrounding them. Draylee looks down and sees that her outfit has changed to Galran armor; her old staff and dagger are tucked into a white belt with a blue diamond-shaped belt buckle.

Without warning, Zarkon charges at her, sword appearing in his hand. She barely has enough time to duck and counter the attack with her staff. She spins out of the way of another attack and shoots a few lasers at Zarkon. As they reach him, he dissipates into thin air.

Draylee stops, confused, and looks around. Then she sees the shadow and spins, stabbing the dagger at him, only for him to disappear again. Laughter comes from all over, and Draylee falters, dagger still in hand. She clutches the dagger with shaking hands, ready for another attack.
Then something hits her from the side, and she goes flying through the air, landing winded near the cliff. She sees Zarkon running towards her.

"Jump!"

"What?!"

"Just jump!"

Draylee does as the voice says, jumping off the cliff. She falls towards a an open mouthed robot and in a panic She looks around frantically for something to break her fall. Nothing. So she braces herself as falls into the black nothingness.

She lands on something cushioned and opens her eyes to a control panel. She looks down to see that once again, her outfit changed. This time she's wearing an armored suit with amber highlights and a matching helmet

"Hello, Draylee."

"Who is this, where am I?" Draylee demands.

"I am Luz, The Amber Lion of Voltron, and you are my Palidan."

Suddenly A bright light flashes in front of Draylee. Voltron, six lions, and everything goes black.

Draylee's vision faded, and she found herself back in her cell, gasping for breath. Juniberry scuttled up Draylee's arm and cuddled against Draylee's neck.

"Am I reading you right?!" Juniberry squeaked

Draylee sits up, looking at herself. But something is different. She feels a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny calling to her, a spark that had ignited the fire of her determination.

Draylee nods and stands. "Escape."

With newfound resolve, Draylee began to formulate a plan. She knows it won't be easy, but she would be ready to face whatever challenges came her way. The vision of Luz and the Amber Lion has given her a newfound sense of purpose, and she's determined to see it through.

Draylee's eyes gleam with determination as she whispers to herself, "I will escape, and I will bring down Zarkon."