Val.
She was young, around 12 years old.
She was a survivor of a lifestyle that would be fit for None.
She ran from danger of all types her whole life.
She never met someone who cared for her.
She never knew her parents, so, she assumed they were dead.
She was never to a school.
She was tortured.
She was leashed.
She was abused.
Val went through a lot despite her age.
But she survived.
She learnt to be quick, to be smart, to be better.
Her skill of understanding and comprehension was one lovel above anyone.
She knew what she was capable of.
She was able to master the force nature by will.
But she had much to learn.
She had much to understand, and comprehend.
Her whole life, she dedicated it...
No, Her whole life, she wished for a change.
She was not afraid, but tired.
Living in extreme conditions for years made her who she's today.
But sometimes, she would dream of an alternate life, where she would be happy.
Where nothing would have gone wrong.
She would dream of it so often that her wake became painful to bear.
Val was not completely insensitive.
She was still a little girl.
A little girl who was growing.
A little girl who knew that she was special.
Now that she found a new way to seek freedom, she wanted happiness too.
It wouldn't matter if she'd to kill people.
She only wanted one thing.
<Dominance Over Everything>
...
*Foot steps*
"You must be the kid who killed my men. I wonder how you did it.. I fear the lightsaber you hold is a bit too big for you. Hence, you must have trapped them, right? You think you are a hero or something.."
It was General Grievous who came to look for his henchmen.
But all that was left of them were corpses.
And Val who was standing amidst them.
"The Throne warned me of a being like you, Strandcast. Genetically cloned being from the House Palpatin with strong connection to the force. I know you can talk.. So, speak!"
General Grievous was furious of what Val did.
He wanted answers.
Cloaked of his dark cloth, he armed himself of red light sabers in both hands.
Val, from the side, was smirking..
Entertained by what she was looking at.
"You won't talk, huh!? Nobles like you make me sick! Thinking they can do whatever they want! Sidious was the same and he died despite that! Talk if you don't want to die, painlessly."
But Val kept smirking.
Which infuriated General Grievous more and more.
Initiating the first attack from him as he dashed towards Val head-on.
"I'm gonna mince you!"
But the outcome was plain and clear.
Val, left eye bled, and the next moment:
"AAAAAAARGGGHHHKKHHGKKHH!!!"
General Grievous's right arm was ripped off in a flash.
Screaming atrociously by the pain, General Grievous didn't fall completely and stood back up.
And then...
"Ggghhhhh!!"
Val did the choke trick on him.
General Grievous struggled as much as he wanted but it was a slow process.
He, who was confident to fight on any jed'aii who would present themselves, lost to a girl of 12 hears old.
And as much he couldn't accept it, it was his fate.
Val watched in awe as the Lird Sith kept struggling to live.
She was smiling at the sight.
And then, she enunciated this:
"You are not my friend."
*Creak!*
And General Grievous died, just like that.
Val, on her end, was satisfied of the result.
But that feeling didn't persist long.
She wanted more.
She wanted wealth in all its ways.
And she would.
Since this time, she had The Throne as target.
×To be continued×
2nd volume: The Silver spoon and The Poor by Idrisch coming out soon.
This concludes the first volume.
Tell me what you think.
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