One Light, One Dark
Hello readers! So welcome to this story. I've watched the Force Awakens so many times and it's unreal and I've been thinking...of a thousand different things the story could have, should or shouldn't then I came up with this idea. So this takes place DURING The Force Awakens. If enough people enjoy it, then maybe I'll keep on writing – so tell me what you think won't you?
In the distant quadrants of the galaxy, he remains hidden. Sun blazing down on many who wished to be hidden from the prying eyes of the First Order. The planet Joavis was laced within the void of the Outer Rim, orbiting a single star, and trailed by three moons. The planet's infamous history of villainy, despite it's original loyalty to the former Empire, and now the First Order, made Joavis an ideal hiding spot for the youngster who prowled the capital city.
Joavis's capital was a nest of gleaming buildings and many Stormtrooper patrols, right in the heart of a powerful ocean nearly dominating the planet, thus the city doubled as a spaceport, dealerships and civilian homes all in one, save for the only other three cities on Joavis.
The sky was darkening, only lit by the blinking lights of freighter's as they sailed towards the stars. The youngster sat upon the sloping rooftop of a lesser used building, hidden from Stormtrooper patrols or any thieves who would deem him valuable to potential slave traders. All day he had been listening, listening for news of the First Order, and their battle against the vigilante group of the Resistance, who fought against the rising Order. The galaxy was a mess, he deemed as he watched the blinking lights of a far away Correllian freighter. It bore a similar resemblance to the ship he had spent near his early childhood on. He blinked twice and the ship was gone. It hadn't been, how could it? The ship was gone. That one had been merely another cargo unit, smuggling the force knows what to a different system.
He chewed aimlessly on his last remaining portion. He would need to find work in the morning, should he not wish to go hungry again. He was rather skinny as it was, but by no means frail. Earlier in his life he had trained, trained to use powers people had abandoned in fear and lack of understanding. But the Force was real, he'd felt it, it had called to him all his life from the day he was born...until the day Kylo Ren came into existence. Now the Force was gone, he had been cut out of it, but not by his own deliberation. No, the last remaining Jedi, his former master, had decreed he be left without the Force. Jedi Luke Skywalker had taken it upon himself to separate the, at the time, youngling from the Force, for his own protection. That was the last time anyone saw Luke Skywalker again.
Many searched, the First Order, the Resistance, those who thought themselves capable, those who seeked his bounty. But the man had been gone for years. He could barely remember the Jedi. He could barely remember the Uncle who had separated him from the Force.
Sometimes, when he awoke after repetitive nightmares, he thought himself able to feel it. The Force. Flowing through him. But it wasn't there. He dare not call for it either, no matter how much he yearned after that familiar feeling.
With a heavy sigh, he discarded the crumbs of his portion and began to climb back indoors of the towering structure. It was the perfect place to hide inside. The building held around three hundred floors. The first two hundred were used as a Stormtrooper outpost. Many officers of the First Order who were stationed on Joavis lived, slept and functioned just below him. They never came to the top floor, so he was not only safe, but an exit route was handy too, as a high powered speeder bike lay hidden in the shadows of a disused platform. The troopers used the one several floors below on the other side of the building. Everything around him was abandoned. Rather fitting.
He sealed the glass and it slowly darkened. He stumbled over disused mechanical parts and various other pieces he had not bothered to tidy away. He snatched a silver cylinder from a nearby table and settled into a rut of blankets he had made up in the corner of the farthest room. He sat against the wall and held the cool cylinder in his hands, the metal smooth, though dented in places. His thumb hovered over the circular button, before igniting the crystals within, that projected a sleek green blade from within. The blade hummed as it graced the air, bathing everything in a crisp green glow. He waved the blade once more in a sloppy rendition of a move he could barely remember, letting it remain still besides his face, the tips of his dark hair merely millimetres from the hissing blade. His thumb pressed down on the button again and the blade snapped close with a second hiss, the crystals cooling within.
He placed the lightsaber down with care. It was all that remained, other than him, of the slaughter, of the death induced by the one Kylo Ren. He closed his brown eyes slowly and dared not to think, but holding that lightsaber just reminded him, reminded him of the destruction, the havoc, the Force ripped apart as the Knights of Ren welcome their new master Kylo, after he trailed in the footsteps of the infamous Lord Darth Vader. He had found the lightsaber in the wreckage. He did not know who it had belonged to, he had merely found in beneath the flaming rubble of the new Jedi temple, which Luke had worked so hard to bring to life, for it to be destroyed by his nephew.
He had been a child at the time, merely nine years old as the seventeen year old newly appointed Ren had marched upon the temple with members of the First Order who lay the temple to waste. He could remember the acrid smoke choking his lungs, his eyes watering, his head filled with the thousand screams of the departed. Between the tears, he had seen him. Kylo had stalked back onto his ship with his remaining men after the attack. He knew Kylo had spotted him, a small child standing amongst the ruins, but he hadn't brought himself to kill him, merely continue on his way to his ship and made sure no troopers aimed their blasters at him. Back then, there was a chance there was still a piece of Ben Solo in there, that stopped him from killing the youngling, but now? After all the stories he'd heard of Kylo Ren without mercy across the galaxy, he knew what there was left of Ben Solo was long gone, as gone as the freighter's leaving Joavis's system.
The massacre of the temple still haunted him, along with other dreams. Dreams of times he had not even existed in, dreams of memories that he once held in cherished memory, never believing them to belong to the stuff of nightmares. Ben Solo was dead, he died at the hands of Kylo Ren in that attack several years ago. But he hadn't. He had lived up until now, fifteen and alone. How could he face them? Any of them? They would simply see Kylo in his face. When they rescued him from the temple they couldn't bring themselves to even look at him, him who had been a broken child at the loss of many, and the one closest to him.
It would be no different now. They would still be unable to look him in the eye.
He was alone. Cut off from the force. And tired. Anakin Solo turned beneath the mess of sheets he had created and closed his eyes once more, the lightsaber but inches from his hand, and lights blinking as they entered the system, under the cover of night, hoping nobody would notice their arrival. But what morning on Joavis would bring, Anakin would not be ready for.
So there's my idea – the younger brother of Kylo Ren. I know I named him Anakin, but he's not going to be like the one some of you may know from the Star Wars novels, this one is my own creation. So please tell me what you think and if I should consider writing more chapters – I have great ideas for when Kylo and Anakin meet again! So please, let me know!