25 ABY
A scraggly boy with shaggy light brown hair, hazel eyes, and light skin flew and smashed right up against a wall, making a dent in it. The boy sniffed and felt the blood dripping down his nose. "Hey kid, who the hell do you think you are? You're a pathetic little piece of trash from the garbage," the other boy mocked. The beat up boy stayed on the floor and stayed rolled up. The other boy kicked him right smack in the centre of his ribs. "I'm talking to you worm!"
"I'm Kyle... Kyle Cassian Skywalker," the beat up boy stammered. Kyle slowly stood up, ignoring the aching pain from his head and rib.
"Skywalker? You're Luke Skywalker's son?" the other boy asked shocked. Kyle just glared at the other boy. "I just didn't see it from behind all your cowardliness," the other boy said, smirking.
"What do you want Michael?" Kyle asked desperately. He was pretty sure he hadn't done anything to anger Michael, but then again, most of the other Jedi learning under Luke Skywalker got annoyed at Kyle because of him being Luke's son, even though he is just as able as the rest of them.
"I want you to make sure that I get chosen as an apprentice," Michael ordered. Kyle looked Michael straight in the eye and could see the fire within Michael's eyes. Kyle was surprised that Michael hadn't been pulled over to the dark side yet.
Kyle wiped the blood off his face with his dark brown Jedi tunic sleeve, still looking into Michael's eyes and said, "No. I won't do it. You can't just beat me up and get me to do something for you." Michael walked straight down into Kyle's eyes. Michael compared to Kyle towered over him.
"You can't run to your momma now, can you?" Michael snickered, punching Kyle in the gut. Kyle's mum was a rough spot to talk about. Kyle's mom Mara Jade Skywalker had died when Kyle was four due to a bounty hunter that murdered her while she was on a diplomatic mission. Kyle hated when people who didn't even know his mum talked about her; he especially hated it when they were making fun of him using the fact that she died. Kyle was about to body slam Michael, when Michael side stepped and flipped Kyle over.
Pain surged through Kyle's entire body. He couldn't seem to move; he was almost paralysed to the spot. He prayed that if Michael wanted to kill him for him to do it fast. Kyle closed his eye, but the awaiting ending shot never came.
"Michael, leave the poor kid alone," Kyle heard a familiar voice say in a demanding tone, "He's the youngest here. Wouldn't want to have an unfair advantage, do you?" Kyle sighed and looked up. In front of him he saw his favourite and only cousin, Ben Solo. A cousin senior to him by nine years. Kyle smiled, but also was annoyed. He didn't particularly like Ben going around reminding that Kyle was younger than the rest at the academy. The reminder of the fact that he was younger didn't help adding on to the fact that Kyle could barely hold out on his own in a fight. Kyle was born 14 ABY. Michael stared hard at Ben then finally left, but not without kicking Kyle in the side.
Ben walked over to Kyle and put an arm out for him to help him up. Kyle smiled and took his hand and Ben pulled him up. Pain surged through Kyle's body, but he desperately tried to ignore it.
"Thanks... again," Kyle thanked. It was just a few days ago when Ben had to save him again from another fight that sprung around from lightsaber training. It seemed that everyone was intimidated by Ben, but thought Kyle was the weak link. Even in his own family, against all the other Jedi's, he was the weakest of them all.
"You've got to stop getting into fights Kyle. I'm not always going to be around to save you," Ben said. Kyle frowned. He always had this dream that Ben would take him as his apprentice and they'd go out a do missions together, but from Ben's tone, it didn't sound like that anymore.
"Okay. For now though, we're family and family always help each other, right?" Kyle asked. Ben smiled and ruffled Kyle's hair.
"Yeah, always help each other," Ben said. "C'mon let's get you down to the medic."