Estella (Kylo Ren)

Little Lost Girl

Hey I'm Lola and welcome to my story!! This will take place during and after The Force Awakens. This is a story of strong character development, so even though Estella maybe seem like a bit of a push over/weak character, the force does amazing things aha!

I really hope you enjoy!!

A long time ago...in a galaxy far far away...

"Stella!!! ESTELLAAA!" The shrill shouting from the other room pulled the girl from her sleep. Estella Noble jolted upright, her forehead dripping with sweat. "ESTELLA YOU ARE GOING TO BE LATE!"

"ARGH! Alright I'm awake!" She shouted back through the door.

The black haired girl sat up on the end of the bed and rubber her heavy eyes. Another night, another dream about the faces of strangers, and a war that is ever creeping on my home she thought. It had become a habit to dream of the rebellion, the First Order and the Jedi...if they even existed at all....

To dream of another world of sorts, a world that was just outside my door step, a world That Estella Nobel of the Facurian System had no part in.

It was a small planet on the outskirts of the galaxy. It's a lonely and isolated place with only a few communities still settling there. If it wasn't for her mother, She would have left as soon as She turned was 18, but that was not the plan.... she must stay trapped on a planet and take part in a life that she didn't see as her own.

The dense forest cover miles of land and if you didn't know the place you could easily get lost, and Estella loved to get lost. Leave the house in the mornings and walk for hours, coming across small lakes, tall trees to climb, getting lost was her favourite thing to do. But of course, she always found her way back, like a pulling towards where she needed to be, an indescribable feeing that had always been there.

Recently though...it hadn't been pulling her back to the house, it would lead her to the edge of the island where she could look across the expansive land and see nothing for miles and miles. A blank canvas, a world unexplored. A feeling it in her chest, pulling her upwards and towards the stars. But then, as soon as she shook her head, it pulled her home again, back to the small house. Isolated and so very, very alone.

With a non existent father, one she had never met and don't get your hopes up he wasn't some rebellion leader or first order scum, he was just a man who wasn't fit for a family so he left and never looked back. In someways Estella believed it made her into the person she was today.

No my strong physically, but her mental resolve was strong. The girl had a knack of telling the truth from a lie and knowing wether a person was good or bad...call it a sixth sense and that always kept her one step head of everyone else. But on the other hand, there was something inside Estella Nobel, an unbalance of sorts. Feeling the world in ways others couldn't, the feeling something was coming...She just didn't know what.

The isolation of the island and the small group of people you could come into contact with forced Estella to be shy and quiet and become very good at keeping to herself. But she was scared that one day she would leave this place and not know what the real world is like.

Estella had done as much reading as one human could do, scripts of the rebellion and the war against the empire. And now the new war that had surfaced, but that was it. The many planets in the galaxy were, well, alien and she knew nothing but the lush green forests of her small home.

"Estella, I'm not going to ask you again, if you are late for this job you will no get another one."

Estella jumped off the bed and quickly pulled her dress over her nest of a head. "Coming mother."

Once a month she worked at the small port, dealing with trades and people visiting. Though she never reached the ports, instead she was always shoved to the back of the building to sort the goods, never to meet the outsiders.

That morning she walked along the jungle path bare foot. Shoes were overrated and being closer to nature calmed the feeling inside that she didn't belong. She brushed her hands along the leaves and branches, breathing in the clear air deep into her lungs. The balance inside was restored.

The port looked busy from between the trees, the ships looked so big, bigger than usual and they didn't look like the normal ships that appeared at the ports, they were jet black and kind of looked like fighters? Maybe?

Estella sighed as she made her way round the back before walking through the steel doors and into the cool room filled with boxes. As she sat down at her post and began to unpack boxes she noticed they were heavy, not the usually weight of the fabric her planet traded. She scrunched her brow and opened the box carefully. The glint of metal caught her eye...blasters...hundred of them, holding the First Orders symbol. They were here...?

And that's when she felt it. The forceful pull in her chest, forcing Estella to rise from the chair and open the door to the store room.

The unbalance nearly tipped her over completely, like the centre of gravity had shifted and she was falling, willingly or not, towards the closed door. The door in front of her opened quickly pushing the girl to the floor. But of course she didn't fall to the floor, she hovered above it. Just as she was about the smack the ground her hand reached behind and a spark of energy surged from her body preventing her from hitting the ground. That hadn't been the first time Estella had been able to do this. As you can guess the island she lived on had never really caused her to be in danger but if she were to fall or drop something she was able to stop that from happening, using the energy her body seemed to harbour. Obviously Estella had never told anyone this...her mother had noticed of course but she never ever mentioned it. Being different here was not a good thing.

Estella's eyes were closed, tightly closed. She reopened her hand and dropped the inch of so to the floor. Whoever had opened that door had seen what Estella had done. Cautiously, she opened one of her eyes and looked at the floor, there were shadows coming from above. She looked up and was surround by a sea of white and black.

And then she focused on the figure in black, a monster in a mask. Estella stared up at them, feeling fear rise in her chest, she backed up sliding away, trying to get out the way.

"GIRL!!" It was Toozoo, the captain of the port. He dragged her up by the arm and held her roughly in his grasp. She winced at the contact. "I'm very sorry Sir, the girl didn't know that your fleet were here today. Get out of here!!" Toozoo, shouted pushing her away roughly.

"Wait." A hushed voice sounded, the voice from behind the mask.

Estella stopped dead in her tracks, feeling the blood leaving her body. But then...she felt something else. The pull in her chest, the aching for something more, it was as if it was right in front of her, reaching out for her hand, calling her name. She turned around slowly, holding her breath. The man in the mask was looking at her, his hand reached forwards, and she was dragged towards him, without consent, without her legs moving. She glided to him, hovering barley an inch off the ground.

As soon as Estella was in his presence, the feeling in her chest nearly exploded, the feeling of always being lost, being somewhere she wasn't meant to be was gone. And she could feel the same energy within the masked man as well. It was mingling in the air between them, flowing around the two, incapsulating them. The boy and girl stood staring at each other.

"You...you are like me..." Estella whispered.

And then her world turned black.