Star Wars and it's characters and plots are not mine xD but my OC and some plot changes are mine!


Prologue: The Fall


The smell of wood and flesh reached the sensitive nose receptors making her cough back in surprise as her eyes lingered down the halls that were set ablaze in the darkness of the night. She blinked in confusion, her recent interrupted slumber leaving her before her adrenaline spiked in light of the situation before her. Rushing back into her room, she quickly pulled her robe on over her clothing and lifted her scarf up to cover her nose and mouth in attempt to avoid inhaling too much smoke. Going to her nightstand she grabbed her lightsaber. Her accomplishment, her pride, and her oath all in the grasp of her hand. Back outside among the halls, incoherent shouts reached her ears and as she quickly scanned her chaotic environment. With the fire making the building start to collapse, she tightened her hold on her lightsaber and sprinted in the direction of safety in hopes her comrades made it out and should they need help if they did. As she ran, the dead started to become more frequent along her path. Though, she noted their deaths were not by the fire or even from lack of oxygen. No, she noticed each of the fallen, were struck down and had notable strikes of a lightsaber. An ambush? At the Jedi temple? It can't be. What sort of people would have the courage to strike the Jedi's? Unless… Her thoughts were paused by fearful notion: the Sith?

Shaking her head, she let her mind focus on her mere survival and would leave those thoughts for the aftermath. Smoke smothered her vision as the fires raged on and continued to demolish everything in its path making it difficult to see but only a limited distance away. In her peripheral vision, she spotted an unconscious figure making her halt in her path. With her heart racing from the short and rapid endurance as well as the adrenaline spike, she let out a gasp as she approached the unconscious person. It was her friend or rather in technicalities, her fellow Padawan. She laid dead in a pool of her own blood, eyes glossed over and staring at the starry night. Leaning down, she brushed her fingers over her friends' eyes and softly closed them.

"Death is not the end my friend." She said with sadness.

With the fire threatening to envelop her and send her on her way along with her friend, she stood back up and continued her path outdoors to safety in a sprint. She didn't look back. There was no time for mourning the dead. The smoke had gotten thicker proving it more difficult for her to keep her eyes open as they cried out in pain. Once outdoors, her breaths were getting shorter and she knew she had inhaled too much smoke regardless of her attempts to prevent that. Yes, her scarf helped, but it couldn't prevent the inevitable. By now she had stopped sprinting. She scanned her surrounding, no lightsabers emitting any essence of light in the smoky darkness. Even though she managed to make a little distance from the burning building, the smoke was still carried out by the gentle breeze of the night, still proving a problem for her.

"Kriff." She cursed. She rubbed her eyes in attempts to elude the pricking sensation from the smoke. She needed to get out of the smoke before she became immobile from her lungs collapsing. She would be no help to her comrade's dead. She glanced around her surrounding in order to determine the best path that would lead to clean air fastest. Before she could decide, the sound of a lightsaber igniting set her attention behind her. Igniting her own lightsaber, she turned, vision blurry from smoke, and came face to face with a familiar dark figure. She signed in relief and disengaged her lightsaber.

"Ben?" She questioned. "Thank the Force I found you," she paused. He didn't move nor did he reply. Something felt off to her. Something dark that didn't let her ease up as much as she should in the presence of familiarity. She scanned him more closely as she blinked away the water developing in her eyes from the smoke. There was blood on his chin, on his upper neck, all revealable by the flickering light of the burning fire, and though it was dark she was certain there was more blood on his clothing. She didn't want to believe he had anything to do with this chaos, but she sensed darkness cloaking him. In truth, she had always sensed darkness developing and leeching onto him for some time now. She had brushed it off as her imagination or perhaps because she refused to believe that Ben Solo was capable of such darkness. Regardless, what stood before her was much more radiant and overpowering. Tightening her hold on her saber, she ignited it in defense, ready to act if she needed to as her anger flared. "Was this your doing?" She spat.

He gave her a pointed look, hallowed on the inside, and stretched his hand out in offering, his lightsaber still ignited in the other. "Join me Klara."

Klara glared at him in disbelief. "No." She stated simply without hesitation. She adjusted her stance, heaving her dominate foot in front of the other in her benefit should he attack out of rage on her answer.

Ben knew her answer before he would even ask it but deep down, he had hoped she would comply and take his hand. Hope. Something he had to rid his mind of. He felt different. Empowered even. The dark energy was pulsating through him and cleansing him of any remaining light he had once had moments ago. Ben felt no remorse for the slaughter he had committed. They were in his way. He had offered them the same as he is offering Klara, but they too scrunched their faces in disgust, the same face she is giving him now, and denied his offer. She thought him a monster no doubt and that very thought pulled slightly on his heart. He stared at her expressionless. Her soft features and her loosened dark shade of red wavy hair flowing with the roar of the wind made him cringe at a dark thought. Could he kill her? No. He had to. This is the price he must pay to obtain the trust of the one he wishes to follow. Instead he thought darkly. She reminds me of him. His face twisted in anger and he saw her flinch at his sudden reaction.

"So be it." Ben said. Without another word uttered, Ben lunged at her with full force and intent to kill. Klara reacted quickly by dodging his first attempt and their lightsabers met with intense brutality. Ben glared at her and pushed her back before striking at her again.

"Ben!" Klara shouted as she rolled to the side in avoidance of his strike. She then began to strike him from the side, but he quickly turned to meet it with his lightsaber, both clashing again. "This isn't you!". Klara could feel Ben's strength over-powering hers, both with the Force and with his brute force. He had always been stronger than her, always one step ahead in their training and she always loathed him for that, but it always gave her determination to do better. Yet here they were and instead of just sparring they were fighting for their lives or rather, she was fighting for her life.

"You can't win this battle Klara. Give up and join me and my knights." Ben coldy stated as the fight had led them towards the edge of a cliff. Ben leaned forward towards her, kicking her underneath with Klara falling and distracted with her fall. He then struck her lightsaber out of her grip, the lightsaber falling off the cliff, and held her at the edge with his lightsaber.

Klara glared at him in pure rage and determination. She closed her eyes and felt through the Force and summoned her lightsaber back to her grip. She opened her eyes in an instance once her lightsaber was within her hold and quickly rolled to the side before Ben struck her with rage upon her realization of resilience. His lightsaber struck the ground, leaving an angry red burning mark before he turned his attention to an attacking Klara. Ben deflected her attack once more and threw another attack to her. Ben knew this was a dance he could win, so why wasn't he finishing it? Could he truly kill her? Is that why he was unintentionally stalling?

Kill her.

As he and Klara continued to fight, somewhere deep in his mind a voice lingered. He knew who it was. He knew it spoke truth. He knew he needed to obey.

Kill her now!

It was just like that and it was all he needed, to do what needed to be done. The voice that lingered and spoke to him in his darkest hours. It was this voice whom truly knew his potential. It was this voice that demanded he kill Klara. Kill Klara.

Klara noticed a dark change upon Ben. She could feel another presence with them through the force, and it wasn't one all too friendly. She went to strike him once more all to just come to a complete halt in her actions. Frozen in place. Ben had used the Force on her to keep her paralyzed in her place and it was then that Klara truly feared for her near future. Glancing towards Ben she spoke, "Ben, please. There is good in you. Don't do this." She pleaded.

Ben merely stared her way, "I am no longer Ben," and with that he used the force to toss her off the cliff and into the abyss and the memory of her fearful look engraved forever within his mind.


A/N: Thank you guys for reading my prologue! I hope you truly enjoyed it and if you have any lingering questions please feel free to ask! I will admit I'm not a die hard Star Wars fan but I know enough to make a FanFiction out of it. I fell deeply in love with Poe's character and felt he needed a loved one :D. However, I was debating about waiting on writing a fanfiction about him until the last Star Wars movie comes out but I just couldn't wait _ so let's hope they don't kill him off or something and if they do, well, that's what fanfiction is for! I will try to post weekly but do note that I am a college student AND a working student so don't hold me to my weekly updates _. I will try to though!

P.S there may be some grammatical errors, if so let me know so I can fix them!

-Scarlet Knight