Flying Through the Flames || Poe Dameron [The Force Awakens + the Last Jedi]

Who Are You? || Prologue

A/N: Hello all.

I love writing. I love Star Wars. I love Poe Dameron. Thus, this book was born!

I do not own Star Wars or any characters, ideas, and concepts. I own my original characters and their storyline that isn't part of the Force Awakens or the Last Jedi.

I'll be posting songs with most chapters that you can listen to whilst you read if you so desire. 

Song: Prepared to Do Anything by David Arnold

Enjoy!

- TAAF_

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"C'mon Nyssa, what's the harm?" Ben Solo smirked, crossing his arms. My eyes flicked to Dorvek Belore, Ben's friend who was in our class training to be Jedi, under the supervision and instruction of our Master Luke Skywalker.

My eyes swept the marble hall we were in, making sure that it was empty.

"It's just not a good idea." I replied, my eyes narrow as I looked from Ben to Dorvek and back.

"What's the point of having these," Ben held up his lightsaber. "If we don't practice how to use them?"

"We do, in class." I quipped.

"It'll be fun." Ben repeated, gesturing to Dorvek. "Just give it a try! You and him."

As though I'd already agreed to having a match with him, Dorvek turned his lightsaber on, its bright purple blade glowing. I frowned, irritated by his eagerness.

"Come at me, Nyssa." Dorvek taunted aggressively, surprising me slightly. He inched his lightsaber closer to my leg until I snapped, turning mine on to block it before it made contact with my body.

My lightsaber hummed as I swung it through the humid air, it's hot blade clashing with Dorvek's.

He reminded me of a wolverine, small and vicious. It didn't matter what the blonde boy was doing, he growled and aggressively fought against the opposition, be it an opponent, someone trying to give him advice, or even Master Luke. We were only supposed to be practicing, as Ben said, but Dorvek seemed to have taken no regard to the word 'practice'. Dorvek's defiance was the kind that was not attractive, the kind that was unsettling and uncomfortable to witness.

No matter how disconcerting his attitude, I fought back, determined to beat him in this match Ben talked me in to. I think Dorvek's smug personality was what was inspiring me to match his ferocity. Though, when I faced him, I strived for elegance and poise.

However, that plan hit the fan.

About thirty seconds in, I lost my footing when Dorvek hooked his foot around the back of my ankle, tripping me intentionally. It was my turn to growl at him and his arrogant smirk. My palms were already slick with sweat, sweat that was building the angrier I became with the older Padawan's aggressive nature, because we were not supposed to be trying to kill each other. I flipped backwards, sliding across the smooth floor away from my rabid opponent, my teeth bared.

I centred my energy, forcing myself to breathe evenly now that I had the chance, with a few metres of space between myself and Dorvek. I could feel Ben's eyes trained on the match that was heating up rapidly.

Dorvek lurched towards me, letting out a cry of fury without real purpose, as it most definitely was not a scream of exertion. I swung my weapon in a loose circle before I brought it forward fiercely to meet Dorvek's, a clashing sound echoing through the room.