Your paint brush landed on your canvas, and with smooth stroke of lines, you created a graphical image of him.

"Y/N L/N, a sixteen year old aristocrat of planet Naboo. Adored by locals and even men across the galaxy who wished to be her lover. But she always refuse their proposal." The young Admiral spoke, with diplomacy and politeness.

"That isn't relevant, Admiral." The Supreme Leader sneered.

Sara nodded. "She lived in an aristocratic life with her parents and siblings. She was a member of the New Republic, but survived all of the assassination assaults. Her family supports the First Order, while they secretly support the Resistance."

You most recently heard the havoc in Luke's academy... All of the students were slaughtered, and Luke flew away. Ben Solo did not survived. At least, not physically. You stroke your brush against your canvas, creating further more detail.

"Are you sure that she is not targeted by the First Order for being a member of the New Republic?" The old General Leia sighed with sorrow.

"Yes General. She did not made a public appearance there anyway. It's impossible for them to identify her, since she sends her decoy every galactic meetings." An officer by the name of Klaus Drexel Lycuse, said with a professional, yet reassuring tone.

"Oh, Y/N. May the force be with you and your family. I hope for the best that you and your family will not be captured by the First Order."

You lay your painting instrument on the nearby table, and backed away to see a better view of your masterpiece. Oh every detail of his face... It was beautiful. But his face was not the thing you desire.

"She has not made any public appearance in ever galactic meeting at all. I have figured that out since I have seen her before in my younger days as a handmaiden." Sara said.

"Good. Are there any information about her location?" General Hux asked.

"Yes sir. In the planet Miraé." Admiral Sara said.

"Alright. General Hux will send his troops there and capture her. She might know anything about the map." The Supreme Leader Snoke said. "You may now take your leave, General and Admiral." The two high ranked officer nodded, before turning their heels to leave.

Snoke turned to his new apprentice, who had recently slayed little children in Luke's academy. With a raspy, unsettling tone, he said; "You still have remaining compassion... For her... Am I not wrong?"

"Yes... Supreme Leader." Ben- well, he used to be Ben. But now he calls himself Kylo Ren.

"I want you to gather the Knights of Ren, and kill this Y/N..." It made Kylo anxious. A cold sweat started to coat his forehead. With a jolt of adrenaline, he immediately responded; "Please Supreme Leader! Spare her! And I will train her to the ways of the force!"

Snoke did not responded. Instead, he slammed his fist on the arm rest of his throne. "Foolish child! She means nothing to you! SHE will only be a string that will pull you out of the dark side!" With every mention of you, he emphasizes them with bitterness.

"Supreme Leader I-!" "You dare to disobey me?!" Snoke boomed. And after that... The silence was deadly.

Smiling in satisfaction, you stepped out of your chair and took the portrait. You looked around to search for a space to hang another painting of HIM.

"General Leia!" Klaus called. "A First Order fleet is currently located in Miraé."

"Do you know what their target is?" Leia asked.

"No ma'am. But something tells me that they are after Y/N." Klaus said.

"Call Captain Kes to send his troops there." Leia said.

"Yes General," Klaus said, as he spoke in a comlink. "This is Officer Grimwing speaking to Captain Fly Guy."

"Copy." Another voice in the other line spoke.

"Send your troops on planet Miraé. Send soldiers and back up if necessary." said.

"Roger, Roger, Grim." It was the last line spoken, before the conversation was cut.

You just noticed... That all of your art piece were all images of HIM... Your childhood friend...

"Now... Go..." "Yes, Supreme Leader." Ren turned his heels, and left. Once he was out of sight, he ignited his lightsaber. He clashed the lightsaber within the metallic walls.

"Y/N, who is that? Why do you keep on painting him?" Glancing up, you saw the innocent eyes with the same shade of your eyes. "He's... Just a figment of my imagination." "Oh, okay."

"General! We need back ups!" Kes said through the comlink.

Your sister left you painting on another canvas. "It wasn't your face that I want. It wasn't your face that's ugly... I'm sure..."

The ground viciously shook, as a young woman slightly stumbled and loose her balance. The sound of war cries, blasters firing and flying vehicles were heard and seen by your window.

Eyes were widened when you heard an ear piercing scream from your mother's voice, your father's yell, and your younger sister's cry of terror.

You ran where the source of the sound was, but it was already too late. Your family laid and sprawled across the floor, gone. Their blood stained the pale porcelain floor, as if the floor was naturally colored by a crimson shade of red. The scent of copper invades your sense of smell, as well as your nervous system as you recognize that it isn't just copper... But the blood of your kind.

Slowly bringing your hand to your mouth, an acidic flavor threatened to spill out of your guts. You covered your mouth and swallowed much saliva you can to press the acidic flavor down your throat. Tears fell from your eyes as you stared deeply at the unblinking eyes of your mother, along with her face of terror. Same to your father and younger sister.

You collapsed on your knees, your dress began to be drenched in your family's blood. You clenched your free hand, touching the blood stained floor. A loud, piercing shriek tore it self out of your chest, passing through your throat, and exited through your mouth. You broke down crying as you covered your vulnerable face.

This was too much for you to take. "Where are you when I need your comfort?" You sobbed. You heard a familiar sound of a lightsaber humming to life. You already knew who's present is behind you. You did not have to take a look.

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this, Y/N." He just had the nerve to call your by your first name. Your first name that every friend of yours approaches you. I repeat, EVERY FRIENDS. This monster that stood behind you had a nerve to call you by your name, even though you don't know him anymore.

"Giving me a silent treatment, I see." He scoffed, his voice was changed from the voice changer that was installed behind the mask of monstrosity that consumed him to the dark side.

You did not responded a word. You heard a hissing sound, followed by two loud thumps. He knelt behind you, taking you in his arms. "I'm sorry. But this is the only way for us to be together... I will train you..."

You tightly clenched your fists into tight balls, your nails digging into your soft palm as you did so. How dare he... You rather die than join this monster to kill innocents that had own, bad opinions about the First Order. Hell, over your dead body. When you had the strength and courage, you pushed him off with all your necessary might. You stood up from your knees, as he followed.

"You foolish imbecile!" You yelled, tears rolling down your cheeks, but the expression in your face was fury, wrath, hatred, betrayal, and despair. "You had the nerve to set an attack into my planet, killed my family, then had a nerve to make ME join you?!"

"I'm sorry, Y/N- I-!" "No! I don't care anymore! I don't care what you'll say!" You covered your ears. "I hate you, you monster!"

This made Ben, or should I say, Kylo Ren, mad and furious. He barely even know what to do, but to listen to the little voice that spoke in his head. He raised his hand, as Y/N began to hold her throat and attempted to claw off the invisible force that choked her.

"Go ahead then... Kill me." You mocked. "Let's see who suffers more." He finally found his mind, and let you go. You fell on the floor, coughing for air. He felt his chest swell up in guilt. He knelt beside you and tried to hug you, but pushed him away.

You got the laser sword from the bloody floor and thrust it on his chest, yet he did not flinched. He then looked at you, with a look of betrayal. He stroked your cheek lovingly, staring deeply into your wrathful glare. That glare slowly faded into guilt and made her break down in tears.

You let your head fall down and lean on Kylo's chest as you heavily cried. He wrapped his arms around you, with his other hand resting on the top of your head. That's when you made something unexpected. You turned the lightsaber to your self.

"No!" Kylo yelled, when he heard the plasma of the lasers sword piercing your chest.

You pressed it off, and fell limp. The last thing you remembered, was Kylo kissing your cold lips and hugging you as he cried his apologies.

"I'm sorry, Y/N... I'm sorry..."