So, you can take this as ether a Kylo x OC or a Kylo x Reader. You never find out her name, so i guess it could be assumed that you can put yourself in the place of the MC. I mean, That'd what i did while I was writing it. There will eventually be smut and possibly lemon if I am feeling frisky enough to write it later on, but I really like a story line to what i read and write, so this will hopefully be long.

Feel free to R&R as it will fuel me to write, edit, and post more of this story when i can.

Enjoy, man

Chapter One;

I always knew I was special. Had some sort of special gift. When I was younger, I could influence people with my words. I could move things – only slightly – seemingly with my mind. I hid it best I could. My mother knew what I could do, and she helped me hide it from my father. She wanted me to hide it from everyone, and punished me when she saw a vase shake, or a dish.

She taught me, not only to hide it, but to conceal it. To make it almost nonexistent. She was scared of what I could do – scared of what I was capable of. I think in a way, I was too.

On the day, exactly one month and one week before I would be in my twenty first year, they came for me. Men – and women – in helmets, covering their face and strange armor protecting their bodies. They stormed my village, searching for the girl who was sensitive with the force. When they broke into my house, they threw my father to the floor when he tried to fight them off, and aimed a blaster at my mother. I screamed. I screamed at them until they took me by the arm, dragging me to the ship of theirs.

When I looked up, I was surprised to see that I wasn't the only one. Given, none of the other kids looked familiar at all, some looked like they were from other villages, other towns. But all from the same planet. They all looked as scared as I felt. That was how I recognized them, I guess.

The masked men pushed me inside, nudging me with their blasters. We were off almost as soon as it had happened. I needed to blink a few times to really register what had happened at all. "Where are you taking us?" I asked one, refusing to sit as the other kids were. "You owe us that much."

"You are being taken to the Starkiller Base of the First Order. That's all I can give you." For some reason, I was content with that. As scared as I was, I had an answer. I didn't understand what those thing were at the time, but I had something to cling to. I kept my eyes on the man who had spoken to me, while the ship jerked and moved in turmoil, away from our home and out of our atmosphere. I watched all of them. Those who were shrouded in white masks and white armor, and those who gave off the essence of fear of the unknown. Nobody spoke, but they didn't have to. I knew.

My legs hurt from standing for so long, but I refused to drop my guard. Refused to comply like the others were. Refused to become just another number, I guess. It was only then, after a long time of standing in silence, surrounded by these feelings from myself and from the others around me, did the ship finally stop moving. The masked soldiers straightened their postures, ushering the remaining kids to stand.

When the doors opened, I was amazed at what I saw. Was this the Starkiller Base? It looked like we were on the inside of a giant ship. "Alright, move." One of them said to me, pushing me forward. I couldn't help staring at everything, though. I had never seen anything like it before.

I had never seen more than the village I had been in for over twenty years. I had never been away from my village – or from my planet of residence for that matter. I obliged, however, following the other five or so kids. Some looked older than me, some younger. I watched them again, watching their movements, sensing their nerves spiking and their breath quickening in their throats. I could feel their thoughts, wondering if we had come all this way just to be killed.

I didn't think so, but I kept those thoughts to myself. We were ushered to a large room, with many more kids of varying ages. I counted them as the soldiers left. I counted them as more trickled in, as we had done. There were close to thirty, all quietly talking among themselves. Questions; being asked, attempting to be answered. I tried not to listen, I busied my mind, counting the lot over again. I was on my fourth run through when a different door slid open, and three figures walked through them.

There was a hushed silence that fell over us, the sound that the door had made causing every head to turn towards their appearing direction. One of them had on a uniform without any type of armour or headgear. He had blue, piercing eyes and dirty strawberry blond hair, neatly combed down. Perfection. That was what I got from the sight of him, who stood at the far right of the three.

The second newcomer, on the far left, looked like the other soldiers I had seen, but instead of white, it was silver armour covering her body from head to toe. An olive cape was thrown over the shoulder for ether rank or proverbial effect. A woman, I could tell by her posture, her stature. And then there was the third. Dead center of the trio, masked from head to toe in clad black. A black cowl hung over his masked head, and draped over his shoulders. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell it was a man. He neglected to have any armour on his body besides the helmet, so it was far easier to tell this than it was for the woman.

Finally, the man on the right stepped forward to speak. "My name is General Hux. Welcome." His tone was stern, even with him tying to sound comforting. It didn't work, anyways. "I know, you are all wondering why you were ripped from your homes, and shipped to our beloved base." He announced every syllable with the perfection he strove for. It annoyed me.

"Beside me are Captain Phasma," I watched as he gestured to her with his hand, and I half expected too catch her posing a curtsy as if this were all a show. "And our own Sith lord in training, Kylo Ren." Ah, and there was the disdain. My eyes locked onto the man clad in black known as Kylo Ren. General Hux's tone dripped in venom as he spoke the name in an almost mocking tone. I grew curious as to why.

Funny how I seemed to notice the tone of voice before the words that were spoken. Sith lord. As in the Jedi and the Sith. It took me a moment for those words to sink in. "They're suppose to by myths." I hissed so quietly not a soul, living nor dead, should have heard it. But one did. I saw the helmet turn ever so slightly in my direction, felt his eyes through that shadowed mask dart towards me. And I didn't look away.

He was the one who stepped forward, now, but I couldn't tell if his eyes were still on me or not. "I am aware of the myths." He began, his voice was muffled, distorted, and my throat tightened. He spoke slow, almost, keeping his tone low and mysterious. "The legends." Another slight pause. Was it attempt at comfort? "They are true, they are real. The Sith, the Jedi, and more than likely, any story you may have heard of them. All of them, true." I thought I would vomit.

Every child in the room tittered and muttered among themselves in a giddy glee, the stories their parents spoke to them before they would curl up for bed radiating from the back of their minds and out their throats, but not mine. This man before us was the very thing my mother feared. Just like I was.

Just like all of you.

SIDENOTES: It is pretty safe to say that i dont really know what im doing when it comes to what to put in these side notes. Expect more soon, ive just been writing it and then figuring out actual chapters as i put them on here. I also love suggestions and would love to hear your opinions on where you think this is going to go, and what you think about it thus far. im only a few clicks away if you want to message me too, so feel free. Thank you for reading this, its been a while for me.

Until next time,

Katia~