Kylo Ren X Reader: A Trophy Son

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You sit in the endless field of flowers and grass, making flower bracelets out of strands of grass and tiny blue flowers. You had been sitting there for quite a while, seeing as you had already created about 16 bracelets.
You looked up from your art project to your master and one of his padawan, who were dueling with long sticks.

You were only 7 years old, but knew more about the force than most men knew. You had been brought to Master Luke when you were very young. Your mother had been very poor and could not afford to take care of you without starving both of you to death. The two of you still see each other every day; she comes to visit you secretly.
Your master had gladly taken you under his wing, for the force was not very strong with you, and it still isn't.

You stand up and stretch as the twelve year old padawan hit his master's stick with his own with great strength. You smile big and stare at the boy, his shaggy dark brown hair nearly covering his fierce, concentrated eyes. He was a brother to you, and you loved him more than anyone else. He was sad very often, and you always tried your best to cheer him up and make him laugh, even though it seemed like he didn't want you to most of the time. You are always drawn to the sad people and people who needs help.

The master stopped and raised his hand, signaling for them to stop.
"Ben, you are striking at me with anger and hurtful intent," said the wise old man. The young boy hung his head, nodding. "Yes, I am. I'm sorry," he answered, sounding as though he was struggling not to cry. Luke frowned and told you two to get ready to leave.
You quickly go to Ben's side and hug him. "What's wrong, Benny?" you ask him, releasing him from your tight embrace.
The padawan simply shook his head. "Nothing is wrong, Y/n. I'm just... Tired."
Master Luke gently pulled you towards him and away from Ben. "Let us get back home, young ones. It is getting late."
You sigh. Ben had been this way ever since you met him, but he always told you what was wrong.

Flying at a high speed on a speeder across the large prairie, you eye Ben as he stares off at the flat environment. You were going to find out what was wrong, no matter what.

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Syrry if this seemed short. I'll make it up to you.
Don't worry, you won't be this age through the whole story. Just be patient.
Anyways. Thank you for reading my story, I really do appreciate it. Byee.