The World Eater
Bastion of Ren, Virgillia
Kyrel Ren, Overlord of Ren, Steward of the Ren, had taken interest upon the new Praetorian Initiate. Unlike himself who was not brainwashed came late into the Order of Ren. To which of course, couldn't help but feel for the children. But thought it was necessary. In the end, these children wouldn't know the hardships of growing up poor, growing up in a ruined home. Instead, they would be raised as loyal, fearless servants of the Supreme Leader, much like many of his fellow Colleagues were. Kyrel himself found his strength from his past, from losing his friends and the one he loved when serving as a TIE Pilot. To discovering his Mother was a Jedi. His past fed his power, fed the pain that fueled his being.
But with the one known as Marr. She had not known such things, a part of him couldn't help but pity her. But another part envied her for what she had. Feeling that War would soon be on the horizon, the First Order had grown restless. For years all they had known was warfare and conflict. It was all Kyrel knew as the Enforcer of Ren. Now a part of him wanted an enemy to fight, but what was most important was to make sure the young girl would grow as an instrument of the dark side. That who she was now, would be consumed by what was destined before her. And for that she would be trained to embrace the dark side, use it. To kill her enemies, even take enjoyment of it.
He had summoned her, the lightsaber of Jedi Master Zark in his hands, and the blue crystal of the Jedi Archivist he had slain on Lothal, in his pocket. He would begin to teach her the most basic principles of the dark side, history of the Galaxy, and most importantly how to construct a saber. He paced around the main hall, eagerly waiting for her to arrive. As her first steps were about to truly begin.
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