PERHAPS THEYSHARED parts of the same vision? Memories of a forgotten past stirred within the Knight’s mind. There were they; the Scavenger, and the kinslayer; younger— guided by the Light. Rey throwing herself at not Kylo Ren, but Ben Solo; wrapping her tiny arms around his neck, giggling and smiling. She looked at that pathetic boy like he was her moon and stars, the best thing in the galaxy. The boy, with a mind plauged by cold voices, hid his turmoil and struggle, and let the young Padawn believe the act he put up. He picked up the playful Rey; and carried her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, offering a devious laugh; one that rang with mischief, but also kindness. He was a giant compared to her, and carried her with little to no effort. Rey shrieked, and tried to fight him; small hands pounding at his back, but she was laughing. Wind blew through their hair; and the tall, green grass underneath their feet. They were having a fun; sweet and innocent.
Then everything became dark. Black clouds shrouded the blue sky; a strom was coming. The Vision cut to heavy rain. Razor sharp droplets pattered against the blood-soaked soil, and countless, and lifeless bodies. A sixteen year old Kylo Ren stood in the middle of the massacre; crackling lightsaber violent in his gloved hands, and the Knights of Ren standing with him. Ben Solo was nowhere to be seen. The Knight looked up from the corpses; visage hidden behind the metal mask. Rey was sobbing, crying on the ground — and scared. One of the Knights tried to slay her, but Kylo’s lightsaber pierced his heart before he could touch the young girl. The masked Leader knelt down infront of the girl, and looked at her in silence.
He could not kill her.
— His sweet Rey.
A cold; and unforgiving voice spoke through the mask.
“Leave the girl. Let her scars
be a warning to Skywalker.
He will suffer the fate of his students.”
The Knights were leaving, and so was Kylo Ren. He halted a few steps away from their ship, and he turned around, telling them to go ahead without him. He will not be far behind.
— He must get her away from all this.
The flashbacks ended there;
throwing Kylo out of his sleep,
and he woke with an unrested mind.
The fever had cooled down; but the throbbing ache from his wounds still lingered. Nothing that he paid attention to though; he would carry himself through hardship — and keep pushing. He opened his eyes; blinding light covering his sight, momentarily, before his vision relaxed and focused. He say Rey — of course — his presence on the Falcon was not a dream he made up. He had hoped for it to be nothing but a bad dream.
Pushing himself up from the bed, he groaned softly as and began
— with slow steps — to tread over to the scavenger; one arm
wrapped around his abdomen. It still ached to move, but he did not care.
There were more important things to be concerned about than his body.
“ — you will tell me where you plan to take us.” Ren demanded.
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