Hello! So this story is going to be very slow-burn romance, if you could call it that. The chapters are going to start out being fairly short but I promise they'll get longer as I go. Updates will probably slow with time, however. I've got a lot of middle peices to connect before I get to the ending I've already written for this piece. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
P.S. There is a fair deal of French all throughout. It's not necessary to follow the story but some of you may want to go ahead and pull up Google translate. It should translate well enough for you.
A scrappy-looking teenager stood hesitantly in front of haggard looking old man sitting on a stone throne. The long hilt of a lightsaber was gripped in the boy's hand, his knuckles turning white in anticipation. The day he'd prove his worth and finally start his real training; he couldn't wait. But for now, he had to show patience. Supreme Leader Snoke would expect nothing less of him. He was going to be a Sith lord after all, and even Sith lords were masters of their emotions. But for God's sake, where was this nameless being he was supposed to defeat?
All of a sudden, a twig snapped behind him. He whirled around, lightsaber blazing a bright green in the dark jungle night. He lowered the weapon, seeing a small girl standing at the entrance to the path to Snoke's dwelling. She couldn't have been more than eleven, her black jumpsuit that would have clung to anyone else, hung off of her petite form. Then, he noticed her belt. The black scrap of leather tied around her hips was heavily laden with weapons: daggers, blasters, whips, and even a very crude looking lightsaber hilt.
"Am I to fight her?" he couldn't help the disappointment in his voice. Surely Snoke realized his power, his ability to destroy this child with ease.
"Do not underestimate her, Ben Solo." Unconsciously, he flinched at the name, at anything that tied him to his past. He wanted to change it… But to what? But that was a problem for another time. For now… The young man lifted his lightsaber cautiously, watching the small child. She didn't appear to understand what was going on. She just stood there, a small knife in her left hand.
"Combattez," Snoke ordered, inclining his head towards the black-haired boy. The child pulled out her toy lightsaber and turned it on. A red beam of light shot out from the tip, every bit as real as his, except she held it in a single hand, pulling out a blaster with her right. Ben Solo waited; she was half his size, too skinny to be strong, and too young to be strong with the Force. No matter what she was capable of with her short lightsaber and beaten up blaster, he could outdo her. This would be easy.
Her blue eyes didn't blink as she raised the blaster and pointed it at his head. Her white hair whipped around her face as she fired six times in rapid succession. Ben blocked each shot with his lightsaber taking small advancing steps towards the child. But the shots were a distraction; she had disappeared. A twig snapped in the forestry around him and he lurched forward, slicing into the darkness. But no, she was behind him, her lightsaber speeding towards his torso.
"Ne le tuez pas!" At the last second, on Snoke's orders, she changed the path of the weapon and it sliced up his side instead, burning his ribcage but doing no mortal harm. She twisted away before the lightsaber neared his armpit but quickly brought it back to his throat.