The Fallen Knight

Revenge - Morganna

"Morganna, I know something is wrong. Tell me," Val called after the Knight.

Morganna, the fourth member of the Knights of Ren, was ruthless in her conquests and was known across the galaxy as the Black Witch.  She was a tiny woman, petite in every way, and she used that to her advantage. She knew one look at her didn't immediately strike fear, which was what made her so dangerous. Her eyes were a bright green, a stunning contrast to her pale skin and deep brown, almost black hair.  She had always worn her hair cropped short, the spikes of it creating a crown of thorns around her head.

Morganna continued to walk forward down the hall, studiously ignoring the female Knight calling after her.

"Morganna!" This time she stopped in the hall, her fists clenched in rage at her side. She did not want to have this conversation. Especially not with Valorie, Kylo Ren's spy.

She turned slowly and gave Val a once over before answering.

"The Supreme Leader is dead, of course something is wrong," she hissed at Val, who stopped mid step a few feet away.

"Morganna, he was a terrible master, you know that. He tortured all of us, separated all of us. We must remain loyal to Kylo."

"You know as well as I, Valorie, that our loyalties were to Snoke. We need to find out who killed him and destroy them. Revenge, Valorie, we must have our revenge." Morganna spoke quietly as a stormtrooper passed the two Knights.

"No, Morganna, we don't. Kylo Ren is our leader. We obey him now."

"Why? Why should I obey him; what makes him the rightful leader? He is just like us. We all came from the academy, we all trained under Snoke. He only kept Kylo Ren because of his bloodline."

"Morganna, you know Kylo is the strongest among us; you would be wise to respect that."

"Or what, Valorie? Are you going to run back to him and report me?"

"No, Morganna, we are not children, but if you insist on seeking revenge you will do it alone." Val gave her one last meaningful look before brushing past her.

"We'll see about that," Morganna whispered as Val disappeared down the hall. Morganna was not sentimental, not the way Valorie was. Kylo may have brought her with him to the First Order, but that was by chance. She would have found her way to the Order sooner or later. She would have found him.

The one who whispered into her mind at night. The one who was there comforting her when her parents beat her senselessly out of fear of her powers. He was the one who truly saved her. Not Kylo Ren.

Snoke, her true master, her savior.

She felt it when he passed. The comforting presence she had known in her mind since she was a child was suddenly gone and she was left alone. Whoever murdered her master would pay with their blood. She would rip them to shreds.

She remember when she first met him, in person. She could finally put a face to the seductive voice that whispered in her mind.

He was not what she expected. His pale skin wrinkled with age, his piercing blue eyes that saw into her soul. His head misshapen and twisted from years of being so consumed by dark power.

"The dark side is powerful, dear Morganna, but it comes at great cost."

Morganna was never afraid of him. He never intentionally hurt her, only when she failed him. He was teaching her a lesson, teaching her not to make careless mistakes. She learned quickly and he was a fair teacher. Any failures on her part deserved punishment; she understood this, knew it was necessary to make her stronger.

Morganna was powerful. She had learned the dark telepathic ways of the force from Snoke himself. Through it she could terrorize her victims, even make them relive their worst memories.  Snoke was an excellent teacher and taught her to hone her skills, to become powerful. It wasn't long before she could manipulate even the strongest of minds into performing some of the worst atrocities. Instead of murdering someone out right, she would have her victims kill those closest to them before releasing them long enough to realize what they had done. Then and only then would she rip their minds to shreds. Snoke always told her that her knack for torture was a wonderful attribute. He used it to his advantage quite often.

"You have the gift, my dear. I can sense it in you. The Force has granted me visions of the future. You will be my beautiful Black Witch. I will teach to use your mind as your greatest weapon."

"Thank you master. I will do anything for you, for my training."

"Yes, you will. You will be powerful, Morganna, and then you can exact your revenge on your worthless parents."

"Thank you, master."

Morganna learned that dark power quickly with the guidance of Snoke. She knew that in time she would surpass even the pathetic Kylo Ren.

Kylo was a weak child, clinging to the ashes and memories of Lord Vader. He was not worthy enough to replace Snoke. No one was. Morganna was furious when Snoke had picked him over her to remain at his side. She was certainly more powerful, she even surpassed Kylo in age; why would Snoke choose him instead? But she knew Snoke did everything for a reason. She could never hate him for that. But it didn't stop her from hating Kylo.

"Master, have I disappointed you?" Morganna watched the holo projection, biting back the angry words she wanted to scream. How could he choose Kylo over her?

"Quite the opposite, my dear. You have proven to be quite useful and powerful indeed."

"Then why do you send me from your side? I can handle anything you assign Kylo."

"Kylo Ren is powerful Morganna, his strength is what I need. You must do something else for me."

"But master..."

"DO NOT QUESTION ME, MORGANNA." She flinched back. Snoke rarely raised his voice with her. Not unless she was disappointing him.

"I'm sorry, master, please forgive me; I will do anything you ask of me."

"Yes you will, my dear. I treasure you; do not fail me; this mission I have for you is of the utmost importance."

"Yes, master."

"Good. Now return to your post. I will contact you when I need you."

Morganna would find out who killed the Supreme Leader. She would tear their mind apart until they begged to die.