❝You are a danger to me.❞
He confessed, holding his glare on her. A look of surprise graces her features as she absorbed the words, and she fought to control the shiver that ran down her spine.
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She joined The Resis...
Kylo strode to the other side of the training room, before taking a seat on the small bench against the wall. Avatra followed suit, hesitating a moment before she claimed the spot beside him. They sat close, their arms brushing against one another's. It caused small goosebumps to rise on her fair skin, her mind attempting to run elsewhere. She was quick to put a stop to it.
"Stay still. Do not move, and try not to flinch." He warned, turning slightly to face her. Avatra nodded her head at this, pressing her lips together as she waited. She wasn't sure what he was going to do, but she knew that it had to do with her training...Right?
Kylo raised his hand, letting it hover over her face a moment, before lightly touching her forehead. His fingers were warm, the soft ghosting of his breath against her neck as he leaned in closer caused her breath to hitch in her throat.
The feeling of needles pricked against her skin, delving deeper until it felt like someone was driving a nail through her skull. She inhaled with a sharp gasp, her fingers curling up as she clutched her hands into fists. She tried desperately not to move away from him, the feeling suddenly intensifying. She cried out sharply, clenching her eyes shut as she reached her hand out, absentmindedly grabbing onto Kylo's arm. He said nothing as he pressed on, her fingernails dragging against his pale skin.
"Almost there. Do not fight me." He breathed out. Avatra gasped as she felt the pressure lighten up, the pain simmering down to a dull throb. She felt like there was a wall in her mind, and he just broke through it.
Her thoughts were playing out in her mind, her memories and her dreams. Images of her brother, laughing alongside her as they played as children on Onderon. Her mother, beaming with a broad smile and a fresh picked flower in her hand. Her father, his loose smile playing across his lips as he leaned against the door frame of her old home.
"Your family." Kylo breathed out, his fingers pressing lightly against her head. Avatra said nothing, as she felt like she was there again. She could feel her fathers strong hand on her shoulder, her mothers laugh still rang in her ear. She did not realize it, but a tear fell from her eye.
The images slowly dissipated, fading into a darker scene;
The day her parents died.
Kylo furrowed his brows, leaning in closer as he watched the memory play out in her mind.
They screamed her name, shouting at her to run. A strong hand grasped hers, and she looked up to see Zandro, panic stricken as he dragged her away from the danger. The last image of her parents were her mother, her usual serene and smooth face contorted into anger and fear. Her father, with sorrow painted on his features as he watched them disappear from sight.
"Stop." She whispered with a rasp, her voice still broken. Her hand still grasping onto his forearm. Kylo seemingly ignored her request, delving deeper inter her mind. His curiosity getting the better of him as he skimmed her thought. Her fingers gripped his arm tighter, as she fought the pain in her skull.
She pushed back.
Kylo gasped lightly, feeling her reverse the action, and before she knew what she was doing, she was inside his mind. She could see what he was thinking.
It was like watching a hologram, the images playing out like a little scene.
His name is Ben.
He's young, and conflicted. He was to be a Jedi, training under Luke Skywalker. The others were not very fond of him, finding him odd and out of place. He didn't care for them much either.
"Focus on me, Ben." He looked away from the other children, smirking and smiling to themselves as they watched, to his master. Luke Skywalker. He nodded,
"Yes Uncle." He mumbled, meeting the Jedi's strong gaze, before averting his eyes to the ground. His hair, falling in messy waves and curls, fell over his eyes. Luke crouched down, placing a strong hand on his shoulder.
"Pay them no mind, Ben. You focus on yourself, and your training. Already, you have far exceeded them. You're doing great." He assured the young man, gently patting his shoulder before standing.
"Why don't they like me?" He asked, looking up at his with soft brown eyes, so much different then the gaze he held now. Luke sighed softly, looking across the field at the children.
"They are young, Ben. They don't understand it yet, but as their power grows, they will." He began, bringing his eyes back to the young, 10 year old boy before him.
"I know the dark side calls to you, Ben. I can feel it inside you, as well as read it on your face. You are young, and confused. But I know you will make the right decision." Luke finished, throwing him a soft smile.
Ben nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.
She was brought back to reality with a flash of bright white across her eyes, a sudden gasp escaping her lips as she pulled back. Her eyes grew wide as she caught Kylo's eyes with her own. His eyes were wide with surprise, his hand quickly pulling away from her face. Avatra let out a shaky breath,
"You....You are Luke Skywalker's nephew." She breathed out, fighting the urge to cough or flinch as she said this. Her emerald eyes held bewilderment. Kylo quickly stood up, walking to the other bench to grab his belongings. Avatra was quick to push herself off the seat, following him.
"Your name....Is Ben." She whispered from behind him. Kylo stopped in his tracks. He looked down at the mask and cloak in his hands,
"Not anymore."
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