I've been walking all day, searching for the girl from a few years ago. The girl that watched as I killed the man and woman, most likely her parents.
It wasn't like I really meant to kill the man. I was scared. A man had tried to kidnap me before, so it was only instinct. And the woman, in my defense, she tried to kill me first.
I hope she'll forgive me, I mean, if I ever find her. For all I know, she could be dead, maybe even across the galaxy. I don't know her name, I barely remember what she looks like, or looked anyway. Now that I'm really thinking about it, I don't know who I'm looking for.
I decide to give up for the night. The sun had sunk from the sky not too long ago.
I find a small tent with an older looking woman in it. "Excuse me, do you mind if I rest here for the night?" I ask her. She gives me a curious look so I decide to explain. "I've been travelling for a while and I'm exhausted. " Is my short reply. I don't always like to charm people into doing things for me.
She nods her head before going back to whatever she was doing before I came. I choose a spot on the floor of the tent and lie down, quite ready for a peaceful sleep. But as always, just as I settle down, something happens.
The sound of a shuttle landing from above is heard from outside. Curious as to whose it may be, I stick my head out of the tent.
A large black ship with two wings sticking up from the sides is hovering near the village. The woman that agreed to letting me stay the night in her tent is right behind me. She gasps when it lands, quickly scrambling into a corner of the tent.
"What is it?" I ask becoming concerned about the ship. "It belongs to the First Order." she says in fear. My eyes widen as well after processing what she said. Maz had told me about them.
I'm startled out of my thoughts when the sound of blasters fill the once still atmosphere. Screams erupt from other tents and huts near the woman's. They've landed and now white armoured men are attacking the people.
Should I stay put? Should I help fight the white armoured men? Wait, why would I want to help them? Or should I leave just as I've always done? The third seems the most appealing.
I peek outside the tent for a quick a glance of the landscape. I decide the path I'm going to take to escape. But before I leave I must do one more thing.
I turn around to face the woman who is still sitting in the corner in fear. Tears are threatening to spill from her eyes, and I feel bad for her. Then I remember what I must do.
"Thank you for your kindness towards me. I must leave though." I tell her. She stiffly nods her head and I turn back to the entrance of the tent.
I sprint out of the opening and in the direction that I planned to go. I'm almost through the outer ring of the village when the white armoured men start firing their blasters at me. I duck and swerve, narrowly avoiding some of the shots.
At one point, one of the shots grazes my left arm and I yelp. I make the grave mistake of stopping to check my arm because I'm suddenly tackled to the ground by one of the white armoured men.
I shove him off of me before he has the chance to pin me to the ground or anything. I grab my saber and ignite it, quickly ending the person's life. I quickly turn it off and strap it to my belt again before glancing around to be sure that no one had seen.
As I slowly turn around, I spot a man dressed in all black with a mask. His masked head turns in my direction all of the sudden. So maybe he didn't see what I did to the other soldier. But then what does he find so intriguing about me? He hasn't killed me yet.
He gives orders to his soldiers but I don't know what because of the distance between us. He begins taking long strides towards me. I feel arms wrap around my own, gasping as a soldier grabs the spot where I was grazed.
They hold me in place as the man walks up to me. I desperately struggle in their grip and when that doesn't work, I set my mind on focusing on choking the one that grabbed my wound.
That's when I feel myself being held back, but not by physical force. No, this was the force. I look at the man in front of me and immediately stop struggling though I'm not sure why.
I am released from his hold and the man immediately pulls me into a hug. My body stiffens. First, I haven't had nice physical contact with a human for a really long time, and second, this man is a complete stranger that just hugged me. A complete stranger.
I twist out of the embrace, grabbing my lightsaber, igniting it, and attack the man from behind. However, he blocks my blade with his own red saber. The soldiers around us raise their blasters at me.
One of them actually fires, but I drop my lightsaber and stop the blast with the force before it can hit me. Then I turn it around and release it. The soldier falls to the ground with a hole burned into his white armour.
The soldiers again raise their weapons, but an angry and robotic voice behind me says, "I told you not to hurt her!" They obey his orders and I turn around to face the unknown man again.
"Who are you to just come up and give me a hug?!" I exclaim exasperated. The man turns off his lightsaber and straps it onto his belt. I'm growing confused by the second. He lifts his hands up and I think he's going to use the force on me. With that in mind, I call the lightsaber back to my hands igniting it and waiting for him to strike.
I'm even more confused when he says, "I'm not going to hurt you." I tilt my head ultimately confused. He reaches his hands up again slower than last time though. I trust what he said, for some odd reason. Something clicks on his mask and the mouth piece lifts up a little, allowing the wearer to remove the mask.
At the first glimpse of his face, I drop my lightsaber on the ground again. I take a sharp intake of breath and stare at the man before me with wide eyes. "I would never hurt you, Lyra. Ever." He says looking me in the eyes.
I see many emotions within the depths of my brother's unforgettable dark brown eyes. I'm sure mine show just as many, if not more.
I almost believe what he said, but then I remember his broken promise and I start to become angry. "You already have." I say bitterly. He looks down in shame, but I know he doesn't regret what he did.
"I'm sorry Ly-" He begins, but I interject. "I thought you were dead!" I shout. "Well I'm not." Is his reply. We stand there awkwardly, staring into each other's eyes for only a few seconds before either of us speaks.
"Lyra, I'm sorry for-" he begins but I cut him off again. "For what?! For leaving me and not coming back? If so, how do I know you're not lying?" I say.
"You can't, but-" He begins. "So you're not sorry for breaking the promise." I state crossing my arms over my chest, interrupting him again.
"I never said-" He start. "Them what are you saying?" I ask before he can finish. He doesn't answer and everything is silent save the crackling of huts on fire in the background.
By now everyone in the village is dead because the white armoured men are awkwardly standing around, watching us and listening to our conversation.
"We can finish our conversation when we arrive back on the Finalizer." He says after many seconds of awkwardness.
"The what?" I ask. "The Finalizer. It's a star destroyer." He says, but I still don't know what he's talking about. He seems to notice because he says, "It's a large ship that I command." Now I understand.
"Why not here?" I ask. "I'd like our conversation to be private." He answers. "Why?" I ask. "I- Because I just want it to be." He says calmly, but I know I'm pushing him, especially after interrupting him every time he was trying to say something.
"Whatever you say Big Ben." I say, using my old nickname for him. I start to walk past him towards the ship, but he grabs my arm, spinning me back around.
"Don't ever call me that again!" He shouts in my face. "So what do I call you?" I ask. He stands up straight again. "Kylo, Kylo Ren." He replies.
"Whatever you say, Kylo." I say once again heading for the ship. Once inside, I sit beside Kylo and the ship soon takes off. Now I'm on my way to the Finalizer.
