Decided I needed a meatier project for myself since I can't avoid the Reylo fire. Check out my story "Art of Control" for a detailed description of Kylo Ren's dream. Please R&R, I would love to hear what you think!

Warning: Story will eventually contain graphic content, including violence and sexual themes.


Offing (n.) - the deep distant ocean that is still visible from the land; the forseeable future.

Kill Him…

She stands over the glaring figure. The man from her nightmares is panting, practically helpless. He does not beg or plead for his life. He doesn't say a word. His dark eyes stare into hers, with a strange conviction. The blue blade hums with energy, ready to put an end to this character who has inflicted so much terror on her, and her friends. Who killed his own father… Her hand steadies, as if to make the final blow. A dark sensation begins to blossom within her heart, as she grips the saber, its blade inches from the skin. The command rings clear.

KILL HIM NOW!

"NO!" Rey sat up, her eyes flew open, her chest heaving, as the vision fades, and she orients herself to her surroundings. She was still there, surrounded by the soft roar of the ocean, the cool, stable humid air. No space-ship. No sabers. The spartan room held only a few, necessary items, for basic self-care and meditation. The firm sleeping surface was warm from where her body had been. She could hear the footsteps before the hooded figure appeared at the open doorway. Had she cried out in her sleep so loudly? Had he seen the darkness that was dwelling within her?

"The dream again." His voice was soft, but clear to her. A statement, not a question.

"Yes, Master Luke." She stood, respectfully, as he bowed his head to enter the tiny dwelling. "The same. I don't understand it though. Why would Snoke want me to kill his Apprentice?"

The Jedi paused momentarily, to answer his padawan in a measured response. "Men like Snoke don't care about those who serve beneath them. They care about what those who work for them can offer care about power. If you are more powerful than my old apprentice, he will want you to take his place. Or he will want to ensure you are destroyed."

"I will never join the Dark Side." Rey answered with resolve. "They have done so much harm…so many horrible things."

"It is easy to think so when you are in a quiet place of peace. But when you are in the midst of the heat of battle, and must meet with the Dark Side, you may find that you're looking at a familiar face." Luke's words came from experience, that much the young padawan knew. His expression was one of pain and sorrow. He'd faced the same twice, both times the Dark Side had taken shape in his own family and loved ones. He had been betrayed, and he had been pushed through being tempted by the power of the Dark Side himself. She studied his face. Though his expression was not as telling, the reverberating thrum of his normally tranquil mind was disturbed. No one else would have sensed that except for her.

"I will do my best to remember that, Master Luke." She answered. She felt him seem to share these feelings with her, followed by a gentle wave of peace and softness.

"It will be dawn soon. When you are ready, meet me outside. We will meditate on this."


She can't escape this time…

You're a monster…

This is wrong….

The room is dark. He wakes, panting heavily, the scar across his face burning with agony. His breath is ragged and thin, and he's covered in a sheen of sweat. The only sound in the dark quarters is a soft beeping. They are almost at their destination. To complete his training.

Help me, Grandfather…

Again, the scavenger girl invaded his dreams. Again he imagined destroying her, defiling her. He didn't want to think about what he'd seen. What he had done. The sick sensation of the imagery and his own pain from the healing wounds made him want to retch. His skin was clammy, and soon a medical droid appeared, responding to his vital sensors experiencing an anomaly. It offered him more anesthetic treatment, and he gritted his teeth. He could feel that he had not been alone in his mind. Someone had been meddling. Few individuals held such power. He could guess what it meant. Who had given him these visions.

"How far are we from the Supreme Leader's headquarters?" He hissed, as the droid was changing his dressing. No response. Medical droids were not programmed to answer such questions. He practically slammed the back of his head down again against the firm surface. The pain sparked anew here, but was dulled by the drugs the droid had administered. The mechanical voice resounded, somewhat forcefully. "Please hold still, Sir. Do not aggravate your injuries."

Kylo Ren didn't take orders from droids. But in his current state he didn't feel he had much strength to argue. He breathed heavily, trying to calm himself as the medication took its course, smoothing the edges of the pain, allowing his muscles to relax, as the ship hurtled through space toward its destination. The droid departed, dimming the lights, bathing him once more in darkness.


Rey didn't mind the intensity of her training. Her entire memory of her life before had been difficult. This was difficult too, but she was not without food, and she did not have to constantly fend of the likes of Unkar Platt and his cronies. The most infuriating part of it all was the mass of unanswered questions. So many questions Luke had not been able, or willing? to answer.

She sat cross-legged, her eyes closed, against the natural stone parapet. She tried to clear her mind, allowing the ocean breeze to be the center of her focus, before turning it inwardly, trying to make sense of the recurring theme of her dreams. Nightmares were no stranger to her. But there was nothing subtle about this particular terror. It ate at her, and she found herself unable to concentrate anymore. The face of her previous captor, Solo's son and murderer, didn't stray from her mind. Her eyes fluttered open, her expression grim. She sensed Luke nearby, but resolved to still herself, finding her concentration irreparably damaged for the time being.

"I've seen this place before.." Rey whispered. Luke sat still as a statue, but his attention had reached her. "I… dreamed about it. When I was still on Jakku."

Silence from her companion. She wondered if she'd said something wrong, but she knew she hadn't angered him. His concentration had been broken before she'd uttered a word. Finally, he did open his mouth to speak. "I'm very glad you found me, then."

His cryptic comment only made her burn with more questions, but this was not the goal of their exercise. His aiding influence quelled her concerns, and with his help she felt herself calm, re-orient to the soft roar of the ocean waves, a soothing balm that could almost banish the burning existence that had been her life on the desert planet. She tried to attune herself to the creatures around them, who she knew all took part in the Force. Big or small, each held a fragment of that greater power she and select few could manipulate. A great power, and horrible test of restraint for some.

Her breathing slowed, and her eyes shut, as she felt the slight change in temperature, the dawn sunlight beginning to adorn her skin.