Restoration of Light (Star Wars/Kylo Fanfic)

Chapter XXVI: Illusions and the Truth

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A wicked smirk crossed Han's face as he moved unnaturally, wielding the whips in either of his hands. He cracked them in volleys, both arms moving almost undiscernibly as Kylo avoided and blocked the occasional crack sent toward him. Açade was playing with him. Whenever he would get too close, another speedy volley would back him up. He continued to narrowly avoid being hit.

They danced around each other like this for a while, Kylo finding holes to move in closer, almost landing a hit and then jumping back to avoid being sliced at the last second. He with a look of anger and determination, and Han... or Açade, with a look of frustration for not having hurt him badly yet.

"What's the matter, afraid you'll let your old man down?" She taunted him and he narrowed his eyes, easily resisting the traps that she was setting. "Maybe you would rather talk to someone a little bit... softer." A deep laugh escaped from the base of her throat and echoed, bouncing off the marble walls as the air around her shimmered once more and the wind picked up. It swirled around her in a dusty vortex, hiding her from view until it dissolved a moment later. A small but confident woman stood strong in the middle of the room, her grey and brown hair twisted into a lovely braid atop her head.

Kylo blinked and shook his head, trying to shake off the thought that it was his mother in front of him and not a witch weaving an illusion. The woman came at him with fierce speed, and his defense became sloppy. Azalea sucked in a breath as she watched him take two lashings to his leg. And another to his midsection. For every two cracks he blocked, the third would land, searing his skin.

He cried out as one of her whips wrapped around his wrist and she yanked, bringing him down to one knee. Azalea screamed as Açade pitched her other hand back and sent her whip hurling straight at Kylo. The blow sliced across his chest and sent him to the ground. Açade turned both of her whips off and sauntered toward Kylo, still parading in General Organa's body. Kylo lifted himself up painfully on one elbow as she approached, and she picked up his lightsaber.

"Kylo, she's not your mother. You have to stop her!" Azalea was determined to find any way to break the shadow's hold. Açade let her gaze fall on Azalea and smiled warmly, disarming her for a moment.

"You have a strange choice in traveling companions Kylo, considering your nature." She casually brushed dirt off of her arm as she spoke. "How interesting that the Jedi Killer would come to save a surviving padawan." Azalea's mouth dropped. She glanced at Kylo Ren and swallowed. His expression looked half confused and half murderous at Açade. "Don't tell me you didn't know?" She laughed. "This girl," her pointer finger extended straight toward Azalea, "Was so close to being a Jedi, but before she completed training, her family was attacked by the First Order and she and her mother ran to the resistance base for safety."

"Kylo please, she's trying to get into your head." Azalea pleaded with him.

"You wanted her to join you, didn't you? There is so much light in her bloodline that it's sickening. You will never have her allegiance. In fact, it would benefit you to kill her now before she betrays you to the resistance. This girl is everything you hate." Açade spat. "But since you have so much faith in her, you might as well share a final moment together."

Azalea felt the ropes trapping her to the pole loosen, and then they fell. Açade backed up enough to give her a clear path to Kylo. Azalea attempted to predict her motives, but she was baffled by her strange actions. She walked carefully to Kylo, increasing her pace as she got closer. She helped him up to his knees, being considerate to avoid his wounds.