Prologue: A night
One moment there was light and the next it disappeared. Everything that once bathed in it now was cloaked in complete darkness. The night was everywhere, and there was nothing she could do about it.
In the background, I heard a soft footstep. It didn't seem like any footsteps I knew. My father hadn't been at home, but her mother was.
"Mom," I called out to her. "Are you there, mom?"
I stood up and pulled my arms close to my body. I reached for my lightsaber that was next to me on the nightstand. Mom didn't like it when I used the force, not after what happened to my brother Ben. Or Kylo Ren. I'm still not used to seeing my brother in the light of the dark side. He's being torn apart, I can feel it in my body. I've always been close to him when he felt that strong urge to the dark side. I felt it as well. That need, that pain. It seemed that devoured everything he loved. It was just a moment away from devouring me.
I don't know if I blame my uncle Luke for what happened to my brother. I don't know the story of that night pretty well. I know something happened that destroyed the temple. I know everyone believed my brother did it. I know that my uncle went into exile after that. Yet the exact events have never been told to me. My mother saves me from that. Or maybe she doesn't know.
There was a loud noise as I turned around. A flash of light appeared for just a moment; then it returned to pure darkness. In the far right corner, I saw a figure. He was an about the same size my brother would have been.
"Ben…" At first, I wanted to take a couple of steps closer. No reaction.
"Please Ben." I took a step closer. He didn't react to the name my parents gave him. Maybe he really preferred that name he achieved when he turned. "Kylo."
He took a step closer. The image in front of me was fuzzy, almost like my brain forced to believe it was my brother.
"You're not my brother."
That moment a hand moved in front of my mouth. And I lost conscious. When I opened my eyes, I was in a bright white room. There was light in front of me. By the window was my brother. This time it was really him. This time my perception of the truth was not altered.
"Ben…"
"Eliza…"