Maren locked his eyes upon his goal. It wasn't far away maybe 20 kilometers, a short jog for someone like him, who endured the harsh trials of Dathomir. He was trained in the way of the warrior, which means he was better at fighting and receiving direct punishments and was because of that most of his life in the arena of his villiage. This naturally meant that his education in the survival aspect, or "the way of the hunter" as it was called, was not as deep as he needed. So that is why he was glad he, if everything worked as planned, maybe didn't have to experience the full harshness of his homeworld unprepared.
After some time climbing the terrain he reached his destination. A spaceship. He never saw one but the elders told him about them and what else could it be. The ship stood on six feets and had four wings. Two on the side and two on top of the main part. It was silvern in colour with a symbol painted on the side. A sword with wings arching upwards, everything in black. In Maren's opinion it made a nice contrast, but that was not what he was here for.
He thought over his plan. Firstly look how many people are on that ship. Secondly if there are more than one, seperate them until you can take one hostage. Thirdly force him to bring him to a planet, preferrably one where his strenght would be appreciated. Maybe he could go into a fighting ring or he could be an enforcer. Maren may be six but he was physically as strong as someone double his age. Give it some years and he was sure that noone could challenge him in a contest of might. Back to the plan, fourthly... maybe stab the hostage. Fiftly definatly take all the valuable items they had. 'Good plan, Maren', he tought to himself, 'Now start with step one.'
He looked at the ship, then a ramp on the side of the ship drove out and a door opened. As soon as the passenger went through the door, something inside Maren felt that this person would change his life forever.
The person was a woman. She was taller as the majority of the Nightsister, but a bit shorter than some of the Nightbrothers he knew. She wore a brown robe under there beige shirt, trousers with the same colour and brown boots. 'Very bland, but are good colours to hide yourself in the terrain, if she had to hide', he congratulated her good thinking. As he looked closer he saw how long her legs were, how formfitting the bland trousers and shirt were, how they made when Maren feel things he could not yet understand. He raised his had and slapped himself across the face. 'Ok, concentration Maren, we will find out what these feelings are later, but now I need absolut focus.' This was better said then done, because something touched his mind, gently, like a warm breeze. It felt like it wanted to introduce itself, but was a tad too shy. Maren did not know if this could be an attack so he closed his mind to it, by imagining an indestructible wall around it. The feeling how inviting it was slithered around his mental fortress, but didn't try to invade. The boy experienced a similar feeling with the Nightsisters, but much more agressive and he found out after one tried to breach his mind, that his imaginative walls seemened to be a good defence to it.
The woman suddenly snapped her head to her left. Maren looked in the same direction. A Nightsister sprang out behind a rock and charged her with a knife oozing a green gas. The woman reached in her robe an revealed a long metal stick. Then in an instant at one of the ends a light ingnited. The Nightsister brought down her knife for a horizontal slice, meaning to decapitate the swordwomen. The women parried, wished the dagger to the side, repositioned, pointing the top of her lightsword at and thusted it towards her chest. The Sister dodged to the side to the womens back and went for a lunge. Maren not wanting to loose his ticket to a new life, put his knife down and picked up a rock wanting to throw it as the women ignited the other side of her weapon. The Nightsister, totally focused on jamming the knife in her neck, was absolutely caught by surprise as the women tilted the blade slightly in her direction and seperated her hips from her upper body.
This all happened in a few seconds. The Nightsister layed with an expressionless face on the ground. Maren was mesmerizied and many years he would find out what the feeling was he experienced: Love. As of yet he associated it something else. Maren always tensed like a bowstring looked around. Then he saw a second Nightsister silently moving towards the swordwomen. "Enemy, behind you", Maren shouted throwing the rock at the attacker. The second Sister, too focused on the enemy in front, couldn't deflect the rock, hitting her head. The women turned with a pirouette around, the light of her weapon forming a 45° arc around her body, her robe following the movement. For the young man it was quite the spectacle. The fight ended in an instant as the woman guided her blade diagonally through the body of the attacker, killing her instantly.
Maren let out a whistle and clapped his hands. The swordwoman looked at him. "I knew there was a third one."
'Dangit', Maren thought, 'got too exited by that impressiv swordsmanship.'
"Thank you for assisting me, but that was a foolish decision, if it hadn't worked out she would have come for you next", she said with a soft and welcoming voice. A voice, that reminded Maren about better times, even though he never really had ones. 'Ok, this is weird, she is weird, like a Nightsister only completly reversed. But if she would have wanted to kill me she could have already, so maybe this could be easier than originally planned.'
He picked up his momento approached her and said: "Well I hoped I could make a good first impression, for our first meeting." When got a little bit closer he saw that she had bandages over her eyes. 'Maybe blind, but how did she fight so well against the Sisters?'
"Well you made an impression." She gave him a slight, wistful smile, then walked up to him in a speed he couldn't react to raised her hand and pinched his cheek.
"That was silly from you. You are just a child, you shouldn't be putting yourself in danger."
Maren looked at her with absolute disbelief. "Women, do you know where you are?"
She looked at him baffled.
"Well yes of course I know. This is Taris. Must have landed in a bad neighbourhood. Even some users of the dark side attackted me. Must have followed me. Even though I do not think meeting one in the near past, but you never know with them, they are like shadows. And they grow larger by the day. "With the last sentence she looked at the sky with an expression made out a mix of worry and concern.
"Weeell, that or it could be that this planet is not Taris, but Dathomir and these were not darksiders but Nightsisters."
"This is not Taris???"
"...No..."
"Oh no, stupid Pthia stupid stupid stupid", she regained her composure, "I came to the Quelli-sector to find something or...someone..."
Maren didn't really care about what she wanted to find, but if he could make himself seem useful.
"I don't want to brag, but..." Suddenly he felt how she tried to touch his mind again with her weird powers. To show a sign of good will her he carefully answered. Not too open, so she could not read his mind or control it, Maren did not want to show all his cards yet. He wanted to finish his sentence the blind woman immediatly tensed up as if she finally realized somethin and interrupted him, saying.
"A-Are you the one? Are you my destiny?"
Maren looked at her, he felt how the hot wind on their faces, how the sun high in the sky fell on them, throwing long shadows against rock and stone and above all this unknown force between them gently and playfully touching, tugging and pulling. With all that he knew what his answer was and so he did.
"Woman, how the hell should I know that."