You are the 6th member of Voltron. Your past had always been a mystery. Something you never fully understood. You have always had a blade with you, the only thing left from your parents. You didn’t know much about them. Just that your mother disappeared, and your father was killed. Shiro took you to the Garrison and acted like a father figure, teaching you things that you hadn’t known before. Now, at 16, you are a paladin of Voltron, fighting the Galra forces across the universe.

You went on a recon with Shiro to discover what the Blade Of Marmora held for the Voltron Force. Ulaz had sent you there after sacrificing himself to save you all. After arriving, a Galra tackled you to the ground, pulling out your blade. He accused you of stealing it. But you hadn’t. It had been with you your whole life. The commander offered to put you through a trial that would give you the answer to your questions. Or kill you.

So there you stood, fully clad in Galra armor, holding nothing but your small blade, watching as a soldier ascended through a hatch in the metal floor. The room was cold and metal, among except for one door at the opposite end of the room. And there it began. The Trial of the Blades. Where you had two choices. Knowledge or death.)