Lost and Found

Broken Family

*CRASH*

The giant hammer was swung forcefully to the ground, nearly smashing Matt to death. He quickly got to his feet, holding the small sword that he had been given by the Galra in his right hand tightly. He wished, more than anything, that he was back at home with Katie and his parents. He always wondered how she was doing.

He was suddenly slammed forcefully into the wall with a quick swing of the giant Galra's hammer. The impact alone was enough to take his breath away, and leave a minor dent in the wall. He stood up shakily, preparing for another blow. He knew he wouldn't pull through on this fight.

General Kioreth studied him from his seat in the arena. Was this Pidge's brother? It had to be, no doubt about it. He looked just like her, only taller and with no glasses. They must have broken the pair he had. He really shouldn't be in the arena if he needed glasses.

The arena wasn't a place for the prisoners to fight to death, it was a place for the generals to find worthy soldiers. Though, most of the generals are incredibly picky, and most are too lazy to train them into professional fighters. But Kioreth, on the other hand, was definitely going to take this one. He had to.

He stood up and held up his hand, the signal to stop. Matt was scrunched up in a corner of the arena, seconds away from having his head smashed open. He didn't want to die yet, he had so much he wanted to do. He wanted to see his family again. He waited for the pain, but it didn't come. He opened one eye, confused. He saw the giant of a Galra standing above him, glaring down.

Did someone really chose him?

Why him?

He wasn't an exceptional fighter at all, he was clumsy, and he was small compared to a lot of the prisoners. So why?

He turned his attention to the one who had stopped the fight. He found a very small looking Galra, with his hair pulled back with a clip. He was wearing the armor of one of the higher placed generals, but something was strange about him. He looked different from the rest of the Galra, but he couldn't place how.

"I would like to take this one." He stated. His tone was very flat, with no emotion.

There was several groans heard from around the arena, but Matt was more than relieved. He saw that the General had already disappeared. He was lead down a series of halls before they came to a large door. The two Galran droids who were guarding Matt stood silently. The doors suddenly opened to reveal a large room with several computers and holograms.

"Thank you. You may go now." A voice said from beside him. Matt jumped, noticing that the general was right beside him. The guards nodded and left. Matt was a bit surprised, generals never usually said thank you, or even had a sense of respect. As if the general had read his mind, he put his hand on Matt's shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm not like those Galran bas***ds." He said, putting on a very faint smile. Matt's face twisted into a confused expression.

"S-sorry, but, ar-aren't you a Galra?" Matt asked as bravely as he could. He knew that some generals punished their soldiers for speaking out of place, which he hoped he wouldn't experience.

"Barely." He said, carefully removing the cuffs around Matt's wrists. He walked away and put them on a nearby table.

"What...do you mean?" Matt asked cautiously. The general paused a moment, before his yellow eyes turned to look at him. Matt felt his body go cold. That stare was haunting, almost like it was going through and past him, but at the same time, it felt like his entire form was being studied thoroughly. He shivered.