A Sith's Reawakening-- Male Sith Reader Book One

One Year After...

Third Person POV nine days later....Flashback

"Again!"

A boy was thrown to the ground roughly, he let out a pained groan holding his hip with both his hands as the figure from the side of him watched on as he struggled to get up, he had been fighting since he had woke up in hand to hand combat, and had been getting his ass kicked every so often, his fighter, a older Mandalorian, around the age of twenty five, over tweleve years older than him, was a cocky yet calm person. Brock had just threw the lightly armoured kid onto the snowy ground hard, Mortiful who stood on the side sighed as he watched the boy slowly get up.

Mortiful: What happened to you Y/N? You said you was up for training in our ways, yet here you are been bested by our weakest recruit...

Brock: I'm not weak, just shabby. (sighs) The Kid doesn't have much armour between my fist and his body, can you really blame me?

Mortiful: (sternly) Brock, I wanted the kid know how to defend himself from our own people, after almost been caught last week by those bounty hunters, makes me think he's not ready for this sort of fighting.

Y/N: (Loudly) I am ready! I need to be ready! I have to find--

Mortiful: --Finding the Jedi that wiped your family of the face of the galaxy won't do you any good when you can't fight back, even with your blade work, you could still lose to us. You need to learn how to fight without such power using only your wits and brawn.

Brock: Maybe we should set him up against those local bandits? Might be a fun show.

Just before he could get his answer, a woman landed down into the small fighting area they where in and looked at the two men with an unamused look.

Mara: Is this what you're doing to him? Kicking the fight from under him?

Mortiful: He needs to learn somehow, this is the best way for a sith to be embrace his heritage, through us, he will learn the ways.

Y/N: I'm...I'm ready...(raising his fists) I can go again...

Mara: Dank Farrik...Dutch, you're going to break him...

Brock: And? Kid can be put back together.

Mara: What of his Sith master? He knows we're here...

Mortiful: We have a mutual understanding, he knows The foundling needs these lessons to become the ultimate warrior, not one of weapon mastery, but also one of blood and bone, (turning to Y/N) You understand just fine, don't you.... Y/N?

Y/N nodded at Mortiful who could only nod up as he looked towards Brock, Y/N had been given a minute to catch his breath and take his fighting stance again, Brock took his stance as he stared down his opponent as he noticed his foot works was off, Brock took advantage as he charged at Y/N, he managed to land a solid hit on the mandalorian causing him to groan only to quickly grab his left arm and pull him towards him, Brock then threw Y/N over his shoulders with such force causing Mara to gasp as Y/N was unable to recover as he face planted into the ground hard, he held his head from the pain as he felt tears prick his eyes, Mara went over to Brock and without a second thought, punched him straight in the head, knocking him down on the ground, Mortiful sighed while shaking his head as Mara went over to Y/N's side to check in on him.

Mara: Y/N? You still awake? 

The initiate could only let out a pained moan with Mara playfully rolling her eyes before turning him over, he turned his head to look at the woman he had looked up to in the last two and a half months, Mara held a hand out for the child she began to see as her own, something she had always wished for, she pulled him up to stand but he almost fell holding his side, Mara stopped him mid fall and pulled his arm around her shoulder before turning to Mortiful.