relics➽kylo ren|2|

PART ONE

PART ONE
" Living is far worse than death "

She lay there, dying. Gasping for short breaths, Zayla was alone. Alone in the darkness and was struggling for air.  It was silent until a voice appeared from the emptiness of darkness, "Who are you?" 

Feeling the pain expand Zayla answered quietly, "Zayla." Blood trickled from her mouth, shaking she tried to move her arm to wipe it but nothing in her body would move. She was still. Almost too still.

A man appeared from the darkness in front of Zayla, he was old, but not to old. His long black hair swept over his face. "I am San Draen."

"What- what do you," She started to cough, blood splattering onto her clothes.

"Want?" San Draen finished for her. She nodded weakly, "I want to watch you die. I want to see if you are the chosen one."

Zayla raised her eyebrows in concern for herself and anger toward the man. But then she could feel death pull her away. Breathing rapidly Zayla shook. And then she died.

For only a minute.

The man watched as the dead girls hair slowly sparkle into a new shade of color, blonde. Almost unrealistic, and then dead Zayla opened one eye, then the other. As she blinked a few times, she quickly coughed up some more blood.

He smiled in relief, "You are the one."

"Why am I alive?" Zayla said looking up at San Draen.

"The Force is not finished with you."

"The Force?" She questioned wiping the blood from her mouth.

"Yes. The Force. It is in you. Locked away. The Force is all around us, bends life together."

"You're a Jedi!" She said in surprise. This was an honor, all Jedi were dead from the wrath of Kylo Ren and Darth Vader. Wiping the blood together on her hands she tried to stand.

"Yes I am a Jedi. And Zayla, I want to train you to become one as well."

Zayla looked around and nodded, "Fine. But how do we get out of here?"

San Draen smiled, "That is when the fun begins my dear Zayla."

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short chapter for the beginning. ZAYLA IS BACK! hope you guys are happy. so yeah...love you guys;)