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Chapter I

like the sun, he arrives

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"Prima, sweetheart, will you please stay here? We're just going to fight the bad guys, okay?"

"But mother, I don't want to be left alone!"

"No, baby. We'll be back here in no time, okay?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no –

"Sweetheart?"

"...Promise?"

Sad smile. "Of course."

"Okay. I'll be waiting."

It was cold.

Prima couldn't remember how long she'd been staying in the dark closet her mother put her in. All she could remember, however, was the promise of her mother that she was going to come back and that Prima should stay here, safe from harm and danger.

She was an obedient girl, she thought, remembering the times when her mother would praise her good deeds. She would do as Mother said and make her proud if –when, Prima reminded herself –she came back and they'd be happy and smiling and having fun again.

Rejoiced at the thought, she happily went back to drawing human stick figurines of her family, shuddering when she recalled how cold it had gotten.

"It's so cold." She said out loud before looking at her stomach, "And I'm hungry!"

Thinking quickly, she walked towards her drawers and pulled out as many of her clothes as she could.

"Alright," she nodded before proceeding –and struggling – to put on the clothes she'd successfully gathered, grinning in satisfaction when she finished.

"I'm all warm now! All that's left is food."

Clumsily, she headed towards the kitchens but was taken aback by the height of the cabinets. Prima knew that there was no way she'd reach that high, not at her current height.

"Maybe if I use a chair?" she considered nervously. Her mother would have never allowed her to do such a thing. It was dangerous, reckless and just...not smart. But then, her only other option would be to starve. That or she could eat something from herself. A small part of her skin would be okay, or maybe a finger? If it would keep her alive...

"...I can't believe I just thought of that. Stupid brain!" she muttered.

So with no other option left, she wearily reached her arms up to pull herself onto the base of a chair while flailing her legs to add more force, breathing in a sigh of a relief when she was able to get herself on the chair.

"Yes!" Prima could tell that it was possible for her to take some of the food at this height, smiling at the sight of cereals. Excitedly, just like before, she stretched her dominant arm up to reach for the cereals. Unfortunately, her chair fell out of balance, sending her to crash painfully on the floor.

Prima whimpered softly, her right arm felt like it was burning and both her feet were in bad condition as in her life had she ever been in this much pain really. She was heavily sheltered by her family. Now she had no idea what to do, how to react and how to make the pain leave.

Hesitantly, she made an effort to sit up only to wince when the pain increased. Immediately, she laid back down on the floor, knowing there was nothing else she could do.

Prima tried to stop it.

She really did.

But the pain she felt, along with the absence of her family finally got through to her.

"Mother..." she cried, tears flowing freely from her face. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts," Prima didn't understand why the pain only increased more and more and more and she couldn't take any more pain.

"Mother, please come help me."

No one came.

"I – I'll be a good girl, I swear!"

No one came.

"Someone, anyone, please make the pain go away!"

No one came.

"I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm so scared!"

But again, no one came.

And suddenly, as if a bulb turned on, Prima understood.

It was useless to cry –her energy would only be wasted, waiting for someone to rescue her.

Her mother was not coming. Her father was not coming. Her brother was not coming. Nobody was coming to help her.

They never would.

She was alone. She was alone. She was alone. She was alone.

She could rely on nobody but herself.

She didn't need anyone else. She was fine on her own.

She didn't need anyone else. She was fine on her own.

I don't need anyone else. I'll be fine on my own.

She memorized those words, repeating them in her head like a mantra. Soon, the pain would go away. And then, she would move on, going through the motions of life by herself and only be herself.

"I don't...I don't need anyone else!"

With those words said, she closed her eyes, willing herself to fall asleep.

And sleep she did.

It seemed to Prima that all she did now was sleep and sleep and sleep. It wasn't like she could do anything else. Her arm no longer ached that much but if she tried to move, the pain would spike up again. So moving was not a viable option.

She was cold –the clothing she put on no longer helped her shivers to halt like before.

She was hungry –so hungry she was willing to try her stunt with the chair again, if only she could move.

She was scared –remembering the monsters in her nightmares and thinking about her completely vulnerable position only fueled her fear.

Truly, the only thing she could do was sleep.

However, sleep was slowly, but surely becoming –ironically enough – something she was tired of doing.

She was all alone now, and no matter how convinced she was that she'd be okay, she knew that it wasn't true.

Prima was a child, but she was not stupid. She knew her chances were low. With her condition, she wouldn't be surprised if she stopped waking someday. The thought made her shudder.

How could she possibly survive when she couldn't even get food for herself?

I'll die. I'll die because my family's gone and I am alone.

"Stupid me." she scolded, How could I not need anybody else?"

She wouldn't make it by herself. The horrors of the world where terrifying and much too big to handle alone.

She did need someone. She did.

How arrogant of her to think she could've made it alone.

Prima sighed, slowly changing her position into that of a newborn child's. She felt more comfortable this way, feeling as if she was a baby, nestled comfortably along her mother's chest –well-fed and well-protected.

"What am I going to do now?" she asked herself pathetically, knowing she would find no answer.

Again, she sighed. "Sleep it is, I guess."

And so, there she went –far away –into a deep, slumber.

Rustle.

Two eyes opened sleepily at the rustle. Had Prima imagined it? Was she at the point where hallucinations began to appear?

Rustle.

No.

Rustle.

No!

Prima attempted to raise her head up, searching around the kitchen for any sign of life. Oh no. Had the monsters finally come to kill her? She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die.

Rustle.

"Ben, keep it down!" she heard a voice say.

"I'm sorry, father." A different one answered in a sheepish tone. Somehow, the second voice sounded quite childlike.

Prima wasn't sure what to do. Should she call? Let them leave? But what if they were bad people? Her mother left to fight the bad guys. Would she actually be killed by one?

Prima was torn. As much as she liked to have someone finally rescue her, there was no guarantee that they were nice.

"I don't think anyone is here." The one with the childish voice stated.

"Okay, let's hone in your logic. What makes you think that?"

"The place looks messy –scattered clothes and papers everywhere. It seems as if the people left in a hurry."

Even from afar, she could hear the proud tone in the older man's voice. "That's my son,"

To be honest, they didn't give an impression that they were bad. If anything, the younger one was probably being trained.

Jedi, perhaps? Her parents used to tell her the stories of the Force and how the Jedi could use them skillfully. Her parents also told her that they were good.

Huh. Maybe they weren't bad people after all.

"Alright. Let's get out of this place."

No! Don't leave!

"Wait!" Her voice was cracked, most likely from not being used for a long time but it was fine since it made her voice sound louder.

She heard the sound of footsteps stop, thanking whoever was responsible for it. "I – I'm over here! In...in the kitchen, please!"

She heard rather than saw the thuds of their steps, praying that she had not made a mistake.

The door to the kitchen opened slowly and the first one she saw was a child, male and probably only a few years older than her.

Her first thought?

Angel.

It was ridiculous, childish and just plain weird. But who could blame her though? She'd been desperate and alone for days, hoping for someone to arrive.

And he did so, bringing in the light with him.

"Are you alright?" the angel asked her hesitantly.

Prima began to cry. Again.

"I – I –" she had difficulty forming sentences. The relief rushing through her small body with such great intensity, she struggled to breathe.

"Hey, hey. It's okay now." He told her softly, walking closer to her small body. "Father! I found someone!" he called through the door.

"I – I was so scared." She hiccupped weakly, teardrops falling from her eyes.

The child looked at her before taking her left hand gently, softly as if he knew she was fragile and demanded careful attention.

"It's okay. No one's going to hurt you." He adds.

"Thank – Thank you for coming." She sobbed. "Thank you for coming."

The boy stared at her, not quite expecting such a reaction. What was taking his father so long?

"Can you sit up?"

"I – I don't think so."

"Come on." He encouraged, "Try." Slowly, he grabbed hold of her arms and Prima ignored the sting of pain that came from her right arm. He helped her to sit, noticing the weird angle her dominant arm was in.

Silence began to ensue between them except for the sobs and hiccups Prima desperately tried to hold back. Hesitantly, the boy wrapped his arms around the still crying girl, not sure if it was a good idea.

"My...my mother would always do this for me when I cried." Was his only explanation.

Prima didn't think it was possible for her t cry even harder. But she did. And the boy was nothing but patient, hushing her cries and telling her everything would be okay.

"I was waiting for so long..."

"Yeah? Well, I'm here now." He answered, feeling mildly –and strangely –protective of the vulnerable girl.

"You are." She replied breathlessly, "You are."

This time, he didn't bother to answer, choosing to just continue holding her.

A few moments later, they were interrupted by a loud and awkward cough. At that, the boy let go of her, releasing her from his arms. Prima inwardly cried, not liking how the warmth was suddenly gone.

"Ben, who is she?" the man asked quietly but with a stern voice. He wanted a straight answer, she guessed. Prima took this chance to look at the man dressed in comfortable clothing, and then to the boy who kindly comforted her.

Ben, her mind remembered. So that was his name.

"My...my name is Prima." she answered before Ben could. "My family said they'd go fight bad people. They haven't come back ever since."

The man gazed at her sympathetically, "I'm sorry." Noticing the obvious wound, he added, "Would you like to come with us? Just to get yourself fixed up?"

She nodded, "Please, mister. I promise I won't be a bother."

"Of course." He replied "Han Solo, by the way." he added, "And the one passionately holding you earlier was Ben."

"Father." Ben chided.

"What? I was only telling the truth son." The man's said son promptly ignored him, pretending he hadn't heard a word.

Prima felt her face get warmer at the implication, and attempted to hide her face while the man –Han, she remembered –walked towards her.

"This might sting a bit while I carry you –broken arm and all that."

"That's okay, mister." She admitted, wincing only slightly when she was held in his arms to carry.

"Call me Han."

That made her a bit uncomfortable but she agreed anyway. "Okay, sir Han."

The man nodded his head in approval, liking her polite words.

Soon enough, Prima found herself staring in awe at a spaceship. She'd only ever seen her parents' spaceship and it was not nearly as amazing as this. Han noticed the girl's befuddlement at his ship, smiling proudly.

"You haven't even seen my best one, child."

"That's amazing," she whispered, and he laughed in response. From the corner of her eye, Prima saw Ben smile slightly too. Truthfully, she'd been watching him closely with the corner of her eyes, still filled with gratefulness and wonder at the unbelievable happenings around her.

She still couldn't believe it.

Ben came.

Ben arrived.

Ben was kind.

Right when she was at her lowest, he arrived, bursting through her monotone world with bright lights and welcoming warmth, just like the sun.

Exactly like the sun.

Sneakily, Prima tried to take a peek at him through the corner of her eyes which he, unfortunately, noticed.

But instead of scolding her for staring, he gave her a small smile, looking shy and innocent and also a bit unsure with those doe-like eyes.

Somehow, Prima's attention for Han's ramblings about his ship faded.

Prima stared at Ben.

Ben held her stare.

Prima smiled.

Ben grinned. This time, his teeth were showing and his dimples –he had those?, she admired –were emphasized.

And at that moment, at that exact moment, Prima –filled with surprise and wonder and joy and awe at how she made him smile like that –knew.

Ben was the one.

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"Hey, mother..."

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"How did you know you loved father?"

Prima's mother smiled at her child's innocent enough question.

"Well, baby, your father and I, back when we didn't have you and your brother yet, had a nasty fight."

"Oh no! About what, mother?"

Her mother only laughed, "Funnily enough, I don't really remember. But you know what I do remember?"

"What?"

"When he came home, looking dirty and ragged, holding those very rare, expensive and beautiful flowers I loved so much."

"At that moment, baby, I knew he was the one." Her mother added,

"The one?"

"Uh-huh. The one I wanted to spend my whole life with. The one man I'd love forever. The one man who could truly make me smile from the very bottom of my heart. The one, sweetheart, the one."

"...Will I find him too, mother?"

"Of course you will, sweetheart."

"But how will I know?" she questioned anxiously, "I don't want to make a mistake."

A smile was forming on her mother's pale face."Trust me, Prima. When he comes, you will know."

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...Because I fell hopelessly in love with Ben Solo/Kylo Ren when I watched the movie. And reading about him can only do so much.

Warning: Like the summary suggests, Prima doesn't care if Ben's good or evil so there's a possibility -100 percent –that she won't be on the Light side, just like Ben. Also, spoilers from the movie. Soon.

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