A girl, about sixteen. She's running for her life. She can't really see. So much rain. Blood? So much blood. She's heaving for air, unable to focus on her breath. She needed to escape. She needed to live. Her sandy brown hair was sticking to her face. Her silver eyes were filled with terror. Lightning struck at every moment. Thunder clapped its mighty hands. She could see the edge of the forest now. She could escape! That's when she heard it. The girl. "Alora!" a raspy, almost misty voice shouted from behind her. Alora froze and dreaded to turn her head. She knew what would be waiting behind her. She held a tight grip on her lightsaber. She turned slowly and nearly burst into tears when she locked eyes with the small girl. She was just over four. She was being held with his red plasma blade to her neck. The girl's terror struck honey colored eyes were filled with terror. Her jet black hair blended with the masked man's cloak. "How could you forget something so precious, Alora? Your prized pupil," the masked man spoke with a chuckle that made her skin crawl. "Let Phoebe go!" Alora shouted, her voice shaking from fear. Storm Troopers began to file in behind the man. "Come and get her," the man spoke and threw Phoebe into the mud. Phoebe let out and cry and went to run towards Alora. Suddenly, the man shot his hand out and froze the girl in her place. Rage boiled in Alora's chest. Alora pulled out her saber and a bright purple blade illuminated her sharp features. "Ben Solo! Come and show me just how strong you are!" Alora shouted, knowing it would fuel his fury. The man tensed. "Ben is dead. Through Ben's death, Kylo Ren was born!" he shouted. Alora growled and readied herself as Kylo made his way to her, Phoebe still frozen in place. Kylo began to run at her, a growl building in his throat. Alora grasped her saber with both hands and blocked a very heavy hit from above Alora. Kylo jumped back and Alora saw her chance to strike. She ran at him and swung left and right, only to be blocked by and tall masked man. "Is that really all you've got, Alora? I expected so much more out of you," he taunted with a small chuckle. Alora growled and jabbed forward, nearly hitting Kylo's stomach. He just barely dodged it, still cutting his side. Blood mixed with the muddy water below them. He grabbed his side and growled in pain before turning to me. "I'm warning you, Ben! If you stop now, you could still come to the Light side!" Alora shouted, the storm had seemed to worsen as their fight progressed. Kylo laughed. "How pathetic. The Light side has nothing offer me! The Dark side can teach you so much more, Alora! Join me and we can rule the galaxy!" Kylo shouted. Alora stood and stared at her once kind and caring friend. "What have you become?" she spoke under her breath. Kylo laughed and went to swing at Alora again, but she just barely escaped and ran around him. She went to slice his back but he was too fast. She shot his hand out and froze Alora where she stood. He growled as he threw her across the field. Alora landed and scraped against the mud. Her blood joined the soil. She groaned and looked up, trying to locate her lightsaber. Kylo was making his way to her. She began to panic. 'Do not let fear rule you, Alora. Focus your mind.' Alora gasped as the sound of her teacher, Pikatjo, entered her mind. Alora nodded and took a breath. She closed her eyes and focused, hand outstretched. She could feel the lightsaber searching for her. 'Please,' she thought, 'Where are you?' She froze as footsteps stopped right in front of her. She fluttered her eyes open and froze in place. Kylo was stronger than her, she would admit. She couldn't move. All she could do was stare up into that black mask. "Well, I can't say I was looking forward to this. This is your last chance. Join me?" he spoke with his hand outstretched to her. Alora could feel she had control over her body. She sat up a little and thought for a moment. She tentatively reached for Kylo's hand. He helped her up, but before he could react, Alora opened her lightsaber and went to slice his arm. Kylo blocked it and kicked her to the ground, sending mud and blood everywhere. He yelled as he brought his lightsaber down to kill her. Alora shut her eyes and prepared for the pain. Only…it never came. Alora opened her eyes and gasped while covering her mouth. Phoebe let out a cough before giving a weak smile. Blood spilled from her mouth as the red lightsaber impaled her chest. "P-Phoebe…no…," Alora spoke in shock. Kylo ripped his sword out of her, causing her to fall into Alora's arms. Before Alora could do anything, Kylo slashed his saber across her chest. If Alora could describe the pain, it would be like a line of lava had been drawn across her chest. Alora landed on the ground, Phoebe's body laying across her body. Alora's eyes watched as Kylo walked away. He left without looking back. He didn't even care that he had just killed his best friend. Alora felt her chest began to grow heavy, along with her eyelids. Alora tried to take deep breaths but a fire hiss would awake in her chest so she gave short gasps. She couldn't form words, she could only watch as her best friend slaughtered countless people, children. She could only watch him walk away. She wasn't sure if it were a tear or the rain, but her eyes began to blur. She found that closing her eyes stopped the vision blur. Alora had images and thoughts flash through her mind. Her hard working father, killed by the First Order. Her loving mother, killed by the First Order. Her caring brothers, killed by the First Order. Phoebe, killed by her best friend. Although these memories broke her heart, one stood out to her the most. Her first kiss. It was after one of the longest, hardest days of practice. Ben had kissed her with such passion. And here he was now. He had struck her down as if she were a pesky weed. Alora sobbed in the mud. "Alora. Alora, dear." Alora looked up to the sky, not bothered by the rain falling into her eyes. Her mother stood before her. Her red hair was braided down her back. Her brown eyes held love as they always did. Her father stood next to her. His almost white blonde hair and blue eyes radiated against the black sky. Her brothers stood on either side of her parents. Their features matching Alora's. Alora squinted her eyes. Phoebe poked her tiny head out from between my older brother's legs. She gave me a toothy grin. "Take me home," I spoke weakly. Mother shook her head. "It isn't your time yet, my dear. You have quite adventure ahead of you."