Star Wars: A Bond Awakens

Prologue

Step one, two, three, turn. Step one, two, three, turn. Twirl.

Ora looked up at Els, a dear friend with the heart of a dove. Els was the most magnificent dancer in the Jedi Temple and was requested by Luke Skywalker himself to teach the rest of the young trainees the Jedi's Trance before the ball. However, it was unfortunate for the shy and quiet Ora to be her friend for she was firstly picked to be the example in front of everyone else.

"Alright, everyone," Els began, "let's see if you can do it one more time."

It was required that for now, girls had girl partners and boys had boy partners. In a room filled with a bunch of hormonal teenagers, it made all the sense Luke would avoid anything awkward and weird until the evening of the ball.

"I heard Jeff asked you," Els whispered to her as they continued practicing. "Did you say yes?"

"Of course not," Ora replied. She glanced over at the tall young man with thick black locks dancing with a stout boy a few years younger than they. When he met her eyes she turned quickly back to her partner.

"As adorable as I think you and emo boy would be," Els said glancing between her and him, "He doesn't make any move on you. How can you be so sure he feels the same? Besides, Jeff is clear on how he feels about you. And he's cute. What's the obstacle?"

Ora laughed at Els's pushiness.

When she looked back at the young man and the stout boy, she noticed the man disappeared. Her smile faded, now curious and set on finding where he had gone off to.

"OW!" Els suddenly said. Ora stopped noticing she had stepped on her friend's foot.

"Oh, sorry, Els!" Ora said, catching a glimpse of the young man slipping through the back doors. "I'll be right back."

Her friend furrowed her brows, but she continued to walk out of the temple. When she glanced around, she saw that the young man was walking up to a fleet of command shuttles and Tie Fighters. A shiver ran down her spine and she felt something breaking inside her, but she didn't believe the strong feeling was just from her own being.

The pressured wind from the landing fleet sent her fiery red curls back behind her. Her eyes watered, but she couldn't be sure if it was from her physical or mental state.

"Ben!" she called out. He quickly turned towards her, anger filling his body.

She could feel it.

A group of darkly dressed people came out of the ships with lightsabers in their hands.

Ora immediately darted back into the temple.

"Luke!" she yelled. "The dark side is here!" That was all she could manage to say before the doors burst open and the lightsabers started slaying everyone she knew.

Luke and a few other staff started yelling for everyone to get out. Ora tried pinpointing Els so they could get on the other ships together, escaping from the massacre, but there were too many people running about. Suddenly, she saw Ben in his tall, misunderstood awkward self pull out his own saber and begin attacking Luke.

No.

The rest of the staff jumped in to help, but it appeared the battle would be completely lost.

Around her own being she felt a burning, passionate anger that was soaked in a twisted despair. She started to question where exactly it was coming from.

Luke came to her unmovable standing position, confused as to how this could have all turned so dark so quickly. He placed a hand on her back and guided her away. "You must come with me quickly."

She shook her head, "I have to find, Ben."

"It's too late today for that. We must get you to safety. Han Solo is taking you with him. It's much too dangerous here," he explained. They were now on the other side of the temple, walking out into all it's darkness and lost hope. She saw a clunky freighter land roughly right before them. A tall man, handsome even in his wary looking skin, walked out with a giant wookie right behind him. But though she was told he came to take her, he blatantly ignored her and turned to Luke.

"Where is Ben?"

Luke merely shook his head, handed him a couple of letters and stalked off.

Han clenched his jaw, but turned back towards his freighter.

"Come on," he demanded. "There isn't much time."

She felt a pull to turn and run back, but she wasn't about to disobey her mentor. With much reluctance, she boarded the ship.

Ora felt more like a small, scared child than a young woman almost eighteen years of age. Tears started streaming down her eyes as she watched out the window to her home, the only place she had known burning brightly in the dark sky. All her friends. Those she called family. Els. Luke.

Ben.

There was a sharp pang in the Force. She felt heavy and wasn't sure if she could keep her sobbing in much longer. She was utterly confused as to where all this emotion was coming from. The Force is living, yes, but in it of itself doesn't hold its own emotion. Emotions from from others, Jedi. Living and breathing beings. This heaviness and pain was from him.

Han Solo walked up behind the girl. "Hey, kid. You need anything? To eat or drink, that is."

Chewy groaned in exasperation.

"My friend," she began, more to herself than to either Han or the wookie. "I don't understand why he brought them here. He's a good man, I know it." She shook her head. "Man. Boy. Maybe more a boy than a man."

She started to become angry. Angry that he couldn't have a more mature perspective on everything. Angry he choose the dark side instead of the light. Angry he choose them instead of her and Luke. Angry he choose a group of strangers over his best friend and his uncle.

At the realization, she quickly turned to Han with an anger so great that it couldn't have been coming just from her own soul. "You. You're his father. You should have been there for him. You abandoned him."

Han looked solemn, knowing who she was speaking of and how true her words were.

When her own nature came back to her and she realized she had said something so cruel, she began to apologize.

"Don't worry about it, kid," he said with a sad smile on his face. "You're right."

Ora turned back to see out the window, but there was nothing to see now but the distant stars occupying space.