#althaea

Althea met the gaze of the man known as Kylo Ren. She had heard whispers about him, like how he led a group of outlaws known as the Knights of Ren. She had heard that he worked for a man in the East named Snoke, who wanted to control every town and bit of land here in the West. The west was all new territory, and Snoke was trying to control every part through railway hubs, businesses, and the like. There was no government or law out here. Places were still unsettled. The only thing people answered to was money, or even a lack of.

So when wanted posters for her sprung up across the territories, with her bounty increasing if both human and horse were brought in alive, she had to be even more careful where she went. Even if the bounty was from a personal donor and not from a law official, people would try to get her if they could.

Maybe in another life, she’d stand tall and even stand up to Kylo Ren. But even though a big crowd separated them, she knew he recognized her through her disguise.

So, she did the only thing she could do. Althea turned and walked away. When she stepped into a side alley, she bolted. Whistling for her horse, a white mare, covered in dust and mud from travel, ran up next to her. Althea jumped into the saddle and rode off into the desert.