A/N: I finally wrote a Star Wars fanfic, which I am very excited about! Feel free to review!
In the beginning, Ben never meant to turn to the dark side. He never meant to fall into its evil clutches. But back then, Ben was just a naive little boy.
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It all started with his sister. Though three years older than him, Stella was better at everything. Including, more powerful with the force.
His mother always told them not to compare themselves. After all, Stella was three years older, she said. He would grow in his own time.
Ben always complained that it wasn't fair. She got to do everything first. His mother only sighed and told him to be patient, his time would come.
And it did. A little while later, when Ben was six, and Stella was nine, there was an accident her school. Stella had been killed.
Ben heard his mother scream when she received the news, her eyes wide, refusing to comprehend what she had just heard. His father holding her for long hours.
But did anyone see how he was doing? The little boy whose sister had just died?
No. They were too caught up in their own grief to care about him.
So Ben sat alone, in the chair, by himself. He knew what his parents were thinking. Stella was always the perfect child, more obedient, more powerful with the force. And him? He was nothing. His parents were wishing, deep down somewhere, that he had died instead of her.
It was after that he was tempted by the dark side of the force. We can make you better than her, it called. More power than you can imagine. You can avenge your father. You would like that, wouldn't you?
Back then, it was just a whisper in the wind. Now, it was reality.
As soon as Leia had realized what was going on, Ben was sent far away to be trained by his Uncle Luke, only being notified about a day before it happened.
But did anyone ever ask him if he wanted to be a jedi? Never.
So, naturally, he was miserable at being sent away. The other children teased him, saying that the only reason he was there was because of his uncle, and not because of his abilities.
Eventually, he made a few friends, but he was growing closer to the dark side every day.
One day, someone came to him with an offer to become the apprentice of the Supreme Leader Snoke. He couldn't help but accept it, even though it went against every single thing his parents had taught him.
His parents. They were of no matter. They didn't care about him, selfish people. So when he massacred all the other padawans, he didn't give it a single thought. They were just like his parents. He, unlike them, was powerful in ways they couldn't even imagine. For once, they cowered in fear at the sight of him.
So many years later, when he found his father going through space with that Rey girl, someone who was like a replacement for him, Ben Solo, he didn't hesitate to kill him.
His only question was, if he hated his father, why did killing him hurt so badly?
A/N: And that concludes my little one-shot. R.I.P, Han Solo.
-lunarchroniclesandcockatiels