Prologue:
15 years ago
A searing pain erupted in her side. The warm trickle of blood dripped from under her rib cage down to her hip and slowly made it's way to her feet. The blade still embedded in her, slowing the blood flow, but leaving the pain everlasting with every breath she took. A painting of fresh cuts and wounds decorated her body. A large gash above her collarbone. Her left leg bent in an awkward angle. The skin on her calf was charred to the bone. Her shoulder had a gaping hole in it, a bullet waiting to be removed sat in the hole. She didn't blink, or move.
She was bare aside from the undergarments the academy provided her. Her tormentors stood in front of her, watching her every reaction like vultures, waiting for her to mess up. But she couldn't. She didn't want to feel the pain again. She couldn't feel the pain again. She'd break and then they would kill her. Maybe she would feel better if she died. She would feel the embrace of death and feel freedom. Maybe then she would be happy.
'No!'
She yelled at herself, she wasn't weak. She wasn't like her fellow trainees. They were weak. The cried when they were punched. They flinched when a foot went to their face. They were weak, and she would never be like them.
It was the 4th time she was in that room. Torture endurance training the headmistress called it. Every time she came back from that dark gray room riddled with blood she would hurt for days, only for her to return in a week.
The first time she cried out in pain. They didn't feed her for 3 days.
The second time she clenched her jaw and a tear fell down her cheek. They beat her to a bloody pulp that time.
The third time she blinked for a little to long. She was in the medical wing for 6 days
The fourth time she breathed normally, no sound coming from her throat, no tears escaping her eyes, no flinching or squirming. No blinking. She didn't react to hurting. She passed
She was no one.
13 years ago
She was sitting with some of the other girls in the academy, murmuring amongst themselves as the watched the males run around chasing each other.
There were hardly any boys at the academy, but that wasn't surprising. They were weak according to the headmistress. She said that thought with her other head. She didn't know what the headmistress meant by that. What she did know what that boys were scared of girls, and those who weren't would do anything to get with a girl, the pretty girls at least. The headmistress said she was pretty. She said that pretty girls are stronger than other girls. She said that pretty girls could make a man do whatever she wanted. She said that a pretty girl was a dangerous girl.
It was no secret that the boys received different training than the girls. Instead of learning how to kill a person with a rope, they learnt how to hack into data frames. Instead of learning how to climb a building, they learned how to find information about a target. Instead of learning to rely on no one, they learn to rely on their betters; their female counterparts. They boys only purpose was to provide information about targets that the females would use and to provide back up to the females if something were to go wrong. They would also have to kill any of the females if they failed or turned traitor.
She never understood why males were considered weaker. They were so much stronger than her, taller than her, fitter than her. But then again, she was smarter, faster, and more cunning than the boys.
The headmistress said that the boys were nothing. The headmistress said that the girls were no one.
How could she be no one? She had a name. She was Thaelys Laen. She was 7. She had a favourite colour and a favourite number. She aged. She spoke. She trained. She killed.
A girl with a name couldn't be no one.
She didn't want to be no one.
10 years ago
She screamed. She burned. She cried.
Her muscles were tearing themselves apart.
Her blood was burning her from the inside.
Her body was convulsing.
Stronger they said. They would make her stronger.
The headmistress grabbed her hand and squeezed it.
"It will be over soon. You will find your place in the world"
"I have no place in the world"
it took all the strength she had put she managed to gasp out her last words as her sight began dimming. She heard the headmistress reply before it all went black
"Exactly."
She wouldn't be no one.
8 years ago
She looked down at the headmistress. Her eyes were glazed over, unblinking. She looked pale already. White as a sheet. She didn't move or make a sound even when she kicked the headmistress. Dead. Died from natural causes. Except it wasn't a natural cause. It wasn't a natural heart attack. It was forced upon the headmistress. Thaelys thought it was weird that the air she breathed could kill someone if injected into their bloodstream, which is what she did.
She didn't like it there. She didn't like killing her friends. She didn't like torturing random people for training. She didn't like the instructors. She didn't like the experiments and she definitely didn't like her mentor. The headmistress. She now knew not to form relationships. She now knew how to kill someone with just her body. She now knew what it felt like to be controlled, to be raped. She now knew what true pain felt like. She now knew what revenge felt like.
They had taken her away from her home. They killed her beautiful mother and happy father. The murdered her brother, his wife and their children. A girl of 3 and a boy of 8 months. They took her, when she was 6 and she spent 8 years learning how to kill with every weapon that every existed. They taught her how to fight using her arms, legs and body. She wasn't no on anyone.
She escaped her hell.
She left her only home.
She didn't know where she was.
She was safe.
She will endure.
She is some one.
A/N: Just to clear it up, this is well before she joined the Empire and Sith. The academy mentioned is a different academy from her home planet, not the Sith academy. The next chapter would start on Korriban at the start of the Sith Warrior Prologue. The next chapter will also be longer. Probably.