Star Wars The Padawan And The Master
Prologue
The young girl ran as fast as her feet would carry her, strands of her dark brown hair whipping her in the face. Her left hand was tightly clutching a small leather bag while the other was busy shoving through the mass of people and other kinds of species that inhabited Abregado-rae.
The heart of Le Yer wasn't exactly a place for a kid her age, but young Leylah didn't know any better.
She had been on her own for years now, guilt tripping trustworthy seeming people into offering her food and clothes, or, as it was the case right now, using her abilities to maneuver bags of credits out of someone's pocket.
What she hadn't seen coming was an infuriated Bothan chasing her through the streets, letting out strings of Bothese profanity in the process. Not that Leylah was familiar with any language other than her own, but living amidst a city that was a well-known destination for smugglers from various planets and galaxies, she inevitably picked up some elements here and there.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, her fingernails bore into the bag's soft fabric as she gripped it even tighter. She hectically moved her from left to right, sensing her follower right behind her and about to catch up. Seeing no other choice, she made up her mind and took one last step, letting herself fall freely into one of the famous water canals that went through the city.
Upon feeling the water crash beneath her, stolen bag still in hand, the young girl pushed herself to move forward as fast as her body would let her swim. Anything to dissappear out of the furry Bothan's sight, she thought.
It were moments like these when she was incredibly grateful for the strange abilities she gifted with. Until just recently, she hadn't seen much use in using telekinesis to make small objects swirl around in the air. One of her earliest memories was getting ridiculed by other children for being different from everyone else. But being able to run faster than some grown men, sensing emotions and danger in other people and even, at times, being able to see things before they happened, were definitely not skills to be ashamed of, that Leylah knew.
Hoisting herself onto the rim, she instantly recognized the part of the city she was in now as she pushed herself up and stood by a column, trying to catch her breath and steady her heartbeat. "I have to keep moving in case I am still being followed" she told herself, taking a step around the white stone pillar.
Instead of the expected stairs though, her dripping-wet body was met with a black clad chest.
