Star Wars: The New Force Era

One hundred years after the Sith-Imperial War; peace enveloped the galaxy. That was until a sudden attack on a Jedi training temple on the planet Ios. The Jedi were quick to act and launched a full investigation. Hundreds of Jedi were lost in the attack. Only two Jedi survived the attack. A Solo and a Skywalker were both found in the wreckage incapacitated. Their kids are now the only remnants of the ancient legacy. And the culprits you might ask. But of course it is none other than
the Sith.

Prologue

Attack after attack, it came. One attack came right after the other. Like a graceful dance. Twirls, flips, kicks, blocks, and strikes. I could barely defend myself. My attacker knew this. My attacker knew that I would not last too long.
An attack came at my left shoulder; I instinctively went to block it, when the pink lightsaber twirled and quickly changed direction now aiming at my right leg. I was barely able to block it. My mind was becoming fogged and felt my self become dreary. My opponent was in my mind. I was being mentally overtaken.
Then it came. My attacker unleashed a devastating attack. I was being pulled towards my enemy and could do nothing to stop it. The Force grip I was in was unbreakable. My mind was dying, my spirit crushed. When I reached my enemy I was met by a sharp kick to the jaw. She then ran towards me and dealt out a fierce and complicated pattern of Makashi.
My mind was struggling to focus. She struck at my face which I was able to block. I felt more confident that I was able to block her in such a weak state.

I was going to move towards an offensive when she then quickly twirled and struck at my stomach which I struggled to deflect. This was followed by yet another twirl and strike to my stomach, yet harder, striking my lightsaber with such force. Even though I had just barely made the block I felt a surge of strength. Once again she twirled this time lowering her body and striking at my legs with hers. I saw it and thought I could gain the upper hand. I was wrong.

I was motioning to jump while bringing my lightsaber down upon her head when she stopped in mid attack. She moved her body closer to my legs then jumped up, going between me and my lightsaber, and striking me hard in the chin with her open hand.
I want flying back seeing her masterful use of the Gentle Fist Force style open hand combat technique. My lightsaber flew out of me hand. I landed on me hands and knees, my back towards the enemy. That was when I realized it.
She had been toying with me. She lured me into false comfort and strength. I fell right into her trap. It was over from the very beginning. I never had a chance.
Even while thinking this, I knew it was her. She was making me feel this way. Yet, I felt like it was true. I had to come back. I could feel her pacing. She was waiting, but for what.
My breathing was hard and unsteady, and my vision was blurred. I knew that if I didn't relax and focus, it would end here. I calmed myself and let the force flow through me. I felt her sprinting towards me. Suddenly I saw my chance. Not to win, but to hold off my inevitable defeat.
I reached out for my lightsaber while turning. As soon as my lightsaber reached my hand, I activated it and at that point our sabers met. I stared into the serene face of my attacker. I was sweating, panting, my face burning. But my attacker, showed no signs of fatigue. Not even breaking a sweat. My attacker challenged me, put pressure on me. So I put most of my weight to counter it. I would not lose. I couldn't.
Then I saw it, my fatal mistake. At that moment my attacker with a slight change of foot put me off balance. It was all over. I was just a puppet, succumbing to its master. As I fell, burnt flesh filled my nostrils. I lost.