Ok, so this chapter is going to be confusing to non-telepaths. Basically, I'm introducing a culture that I have made up to be her background, and I use a few words that are supposed to be her home language. She is not from the planet the Kilo Ren found her on. She was about ten when she was moved to the planet the story begins on, so she knows her past, her parents, her culture, and whatever else she can learn in ten years. Yes, I will explain the culture she comes from, and the words she uses. Some in this chapter, and some in other chapters. Basically, it might take a little while till you get the whole gist of it, but you will eventually.

Also, for those who think that Isaly's not depressed enough, she's mourning, she's sad, but she's not depressed yet. Her natural squirrel! thoughts aren't just going to disappear suddenly. She has always unconsciously used them to distract herself, so no. She will be squirrel brained. Plus, the they are all dead hasn't really fully set it yet, and she is partially in denial, so she can find things funny, she can laugh, and she can be distracted by a sparkly object.

Also, brownie points to the first person who can tell me what hizmetçi, serseri, ikinci, zemê and Miejsca mean. I will write a one-shot of their choosing if they give the correct answer on all five. *Hint, Google Translate. :) *

I will update every two weeks.

Isaly started awake to a dark cell. Ow! Ok, definitely broke a rib or two. Just lie back down and-It all came back to her. The gasp that would have become a sob was quickly cut off as the sharp pain once again made itself known to her. A few tiny breaths revealed the limit to how much she could breath without nearly knocking herself unconscious with pain.

"Forgive me Merinda," she whispered with the little air she could get. I failed. Hizmetçi weren't supposed to fail! Masters counted on their hizmetçi. I'm a serseri. She felt herself slowly growing colder. Serseris were outcasts. Serseris were the ones you shoved out if there was a food shortage. Serseris were shunned. Serseris died. She felt the pain. The pain that her first mother had described to her when she was just a little girl. The feeling that was a warning to find a new master, or suffer the consequences. But I'm not on Miejsca any more. There are no masters here. Suddenly, she wished more than ever that Kylo Ren had killed her back in the village. You deserve it. A tear slipped down her cheek. Yes, I do. They're dead. She kept on running that thought through her mind, but no matter how many times she did, it never felt real.

Slowly she became more aware of her surroundings. I'm not chained up. It was a startling thought. I could bash anyone who came in here into a wall and escape. She cryed out when moving a little sent the searing pain through her body. Nope. Never mind. Even if she could escape, she wasn't sure that she would. I deserve this.

The door to her prison opened.

She felt immediantly who had entered the room. Why is he here? He stepped closer, but not too close. After the tension in the room became nearly unbearable for her, she spoke,"What do you want?" Hmmm…Maybe I have just enough energy to smack him into the wall. The thought cheered her slightly, making the intruder's presence a little more bearable.

She turned her head to the side, and started. He doesn't have his mask on! I wonder why. I thought he always kept his mask on. Isn't that the whole scary future Sith lord thing to do? She looked closer and nearly giggled out loud at her next thought. With a nose like that, who wouldn't? Young, not what I imagined he'd look like. Though he's still just as scary as if he were old.

Kylo Ren, seemingly oblivious to her internal conversation with herself, simply stood there. He looks like he's about to eat something rotten. Huh, I guess that whole legend about dark people not having emotions isn't true.

She stiffened when she felt something new. He feels like….No! Impossible. He's not even Miejscan, is he? As soon as her mind started reeling with possible explanations, and outcomes of her new situation, he spoke,"You could be useful to me."

No! No. Don't even think about it. He killed Mirinda, he's dark. Mother said to stay away from dark people, I have to obey Mother.

He stepped closer. How could he possibly not be Miejscan? He feels so….Powerful. That's it, powerful. He could probably support the entire zemê…No! Don't even think about it. "You could be my ikinci."

"Go away." Wow. That'll send him running for the hills. Nice job Isaly.

"You could be useful to me."

She steeled her nerves, and ignored her emotions,"You already said that, and I already said no." Maybe he'll kill me now.

Kylo Ren stared at her for a few seconds longer, then turned and marched out of the room. Oh rats.

Kylo Ren's POV:

He said it would take time. Kylo Ren stared at the impudent girl for one second longer before hurrying from the room. Thoughts like that couldn't keep him from killing idiots for long. As soon as he was far enough away that she wouldn't hear it, he unleashed his lightsaber on an unsuspecting wall. Muttering insults to whoever thought for one second that making a Miejscan hizmetçi a Jedi was a good idea, he stormed off to his quarters. I researched Miejscans, I learned abouts their customs, I even learned how to imitate a Master! And she just flat out rejects it. I was calm. I didn't gloat about killing her last master. I offered to make her my ikinci! What more does she want!

He tensed as he heard his mentor's words in his head. Patience. She will accept your offer. He narrowed his eyes. Sometimes he thought his mentor had absolutaly no estimate of time. How much 'patience' did he expect him to have?! Annoyedly, he thought of when he had brought her before his master...

Kylo Ren returned once again successful from a battle, though this one had been different from the others. This one wasn't to squash the Rebel Resistance, but to find something they had hidden. When the First Order had found the disk in the rubble of a destroyed Resistance base, nobody had thought the simple chip of information was worth anything. Only protocol had saved the precious information within. The location of one of Luke's padawans. Why the rebels had such important information on a disk, he would never know, but he still followed the lead.

Looking down at the broken child in his arms, he felt well earned satisfaction. It wasn't everyday that he tracked down one of the little pests the Resistence had hidden. True, they had not yet been brought to the Jedi Temple when he killed his fellow padawans, but they were still influenced by Luke. They were not dangerous yet, but they would be.

He entered as respectfully as he could to the chamber where the hologram of his master was. "Bring her to me." He had gotten used to his master always knowing what was going on over the three years he had been training under him, but it still surprised him sometimes when the hologram flickered on unexpectedly. Thankfully today was not one of those times. He obediently stepped forward quickly as not to gain his mentor's displeasure.

He waited in silence as his master examined the girl.

Snoke looked up at his apprentice and spoke,"She is a hizmetçi."

Kylo ran those words over in his mind, but came up with nothing. He quickly formed a respectful response to help enlighten himself on the subject,"I'm afraid I do not know what that has to do with converting her to the Dark Side master." He instantly felt the displeasure from his mentor, but thankfully he was not punished for his lack of knowledge.

"She cannot be converted to the Dark Side." Questions bombarded his mind, but he waited for Snoke to finish. "She does not feel the need for power. She was born to serve, to follow." Kylo had a bad feeling about his master's next words. "You must get her to serve you."

Kylo stood there for a few seconds in shock. He had to get her to what?

"Go." It was an order. One that Kylo did not dare disobey.

Kylo turned his thoughts away from his unpleasant master, and to the information he had gleaned through multiple sources. When he had started researching Miejscans, he had thought what his master had asked was impossible. Now? Well, before his encounter with the girl it had seemed like a real possibility. Now it felt impossible again. What hizmetçi would rather die than accept the position of ikinci? He sighed internally. It was going to be a long couple of weeks.

So here's one thing that will clear this chapter and the next few up a little bit.

Isaly comes from the planet Miejsca. She is a hizmetçi. The way their society works is, there is two kinds of people. There are Masters, and there are hizmetçi. Masters are rare. There is usually one Master in each city or town, and everyone serves the Master. Masters are born with the ability to support hizmetçi's heart/soul/whatever you want to call it. Master's have a limit to how many hizmetçi they can support, depending on how strong their own hearts/souls/whatever you want to call its are. This is kind of a spiritual level thing. The hizmetçi that serve a Master are bound to him until he releases them, or they die. They have to obey every order he says, or they break their agreement. Then Master can break their bond. A serseri is a person who has gone against their Master, or has failed to do what their Master asked of them. It is a hizmetçi's fulfillment in life to serve their Master. This is not a curse to them. They do not think like we do.

An ikinci is a Master's second in command. All hizmetçi strive to be their Master's ikinci. The ikinci is usually the first one a Master gets to follow him when he is first starting out. It is the most honored position a hizmetçi can get.

If a hizmetçi does not have a Master to follow, they will die. Usually very painfully. They cannot live on their own. Usually their first loyalty is to their parent's Master, but they can break that one or keep it when they are about 13-16 years old.

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