A/N: Hello! Thank you all for reading! I'm really excited about this story, because this is one that I've been wanting to do for months but just now got around to starting. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do!


The troopers, dragging Elara as they had done a few days earlier, brought her to another room, a different kind of cell that some sort of a chair dead in the center of it. Kylo Ren followed them in and, as they strapped her into the chair, he began to pace behind it. As much as she wanted to turn her head to watch him, Elara faced forward and kept a straight face, not giving away the twinge of terror that began to grip at her belly. Was he going to torture her? What could they possibly want from her?

His voice interrupted her frantic thoughts, "You're a very hard woman to find, Elara."

Her response was a simple "I don't talk to men in masks."

"You might just have to get used to it. Do you have any idea why the First Order needed you, Elara?" his dark figure moved into view on her left.

She set her jaw and kept staring straight ahead of her, refusing to answer his question. Kylo sighed and came around in front of her, reaching up to the underside of his helmet. He seemed to hesitate, if only for a second, then Elara heard a hiss and he was pulling the mask off. His dark hair spilled out of it, and he shook his head in an attempt to tame it, his deep brown eyes meeting hers with an almost annoyed look in them. He lifted his hands, as if he was saying Are you happy now? She nodded once.

"I honestly have no idea what you could possibly want with me." She answered, still guarding herself from him.

"Come now, my Queen. Take a guess." he flashed a wicked grin at her.

"Well, since you've addressed me with my formal title, I suppose you may have some sort of political motivation. Am I here so you can force me to pledge my kingdom's allegiance to the First Order? If so, we could have done this in the comfort of my home back on Volik-"

"That's not why you're here." Kylo interrupted. "Do you not know who you are, Elara? Yes, your mother was the Queen and your father was the King before you, but you are so much more than just Volik royalty. Do you know what my master told me? He told me that, years before you were born, your mother had a vision. It came to her as she slept, and it told her that the first child she bore would one day become one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy. She was visiting the ice planet of Ilum during her pregnancy of you, a world that lives and breathes the Force, and it is also home to the largest population of kyber crystals. I trust you know what those are, my Queen?" with a shake of her head, Kylo placed his hand on the hilt of his saber and wiggled it, "It's what gives these their power, Elara. They grow in caves on Ilum, and when you came early your mother had no choice but to birth you right smack in the middle of one of those caves, with the Force so strong around you that it seeped into you with every breath you took."

At this point, Elara had no words for what he was telling her. Never once had her mother mentioned to her anything about a prophecy or the Force, but as Ren spoke, everything in her life seemed to make sense. The strange things that had happened when she was a child, how all of her guards were so quick to protect her from anything that might upset her, and the fire that had been burning inside of her ever since her parents were murdered.

"Elara," Kylo said softly, "I can help you. I can teach you how to use it, how to control it, but you have to trust me. Can you do that?"

She nodded, still shocked to the core with what she had learned. Her eyes were wide, but as she continued to nod it became more fervent, until she uttered, "Show me."

With a wave of his hand, Kylo released her restraints, and went to catch her as her leg buckled. She held up a hand to stop him, wanting to walk by herself. He nodded and held out his hand to her.

"Come, my Queen. We have much to learn."