Welcome to The Light of a Thousand Stars!

So this is my first time writing anything that isn't Harry Potter. I'm new to the Kylo Rey ship, as I didn't really pay attention to it until The Last Jedi. And now, Im obsessed. It's like Drinny for me.

Anyways, Imma try my hand at writing about these two. I'm not really good at angst (as Rey and Kylo Ren's interactions and relationship for sure calls for it), so it'll be a challenge, but what's writing without a few challenges? I really dunno how its gonna go, if it'll be in one POV or omnipresent. Imma just take a risk and see where the story takes me. Hope you like it!

George Lucas owns it all except for the plot. Wow. This feels different. I'm usually writing about how Queen Rowling owns it all lol.

Chapter 1:Mind Of The Broken

It had been a week since seeing the blood red salts of Crait under his feet. He had tried his best to forget the godforsaken planet a d the events that had taken place, but Kylo Ren was never one to truly forget the past.

He sat in his quarters of black and leather, the only light was from a small dim lamp on his dresser. He didn't want to be bothered, so he left all his brighter ceiling lights off to appear as if he were asleep.

But sleep was nowhere near his person, nor had it been as much as it should have since Crait. His mind was too busy to even dream of allowing him to sleep for more than a couple of hours, maybe three. Whenever he would close his eyes, the images would be there.

A blue saber. One that looked like his grandfather's that he could have sworn broke on Snoke's ship. An illusion of the man than had completed his turn to the dark side.

The man that he had once called uncle.

And even worse, the images of moments and days before then. The moments with the scavenger.

Rey.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed in disgust as her name seemed to echo in his mind. He had only really known the girl for about a week and she seemed to had gotten completely under his skin. At times, it was a great nuisance. The girl had bested him not once, not twice, but three times. One time was too many. He should have wiped her out the first time she had invaded his mind back on Starkiller Base.

He rested his head on his chin as he thought about the meeting in the woods. It was a good thing that he had his mask on at the time. His eyes had looked her up and down, taking in her small and simple form. He knew immediately that she was a scavenger by the way she dressed. He had seen the simple gray material on scavengers on other planets, including Jakku where he had tried to recover the map to Luke Skywalker.

When he had made her pass out and he had gathered her falling form into his arms, he had to make doubly sure that the stormtroopers around him didn't see that moment of hesitation that he had indeed felt. He had never held a woman in such a manner. His interactions with the opposite sex were few and far in between, especially while training to be a Jedi, and even more so under Snoke's watchful eye. "Temptation of the flesh will distract you from your goals, Ren." the old being would tell him.

As he sat in the ship on the way to the base, he kept her on his lap, fiercely protecting her. He could hear the passing stormtroopers thoughts as they would glance at her. He could feel their lust over the girl, one in particular he had to stop himself from force choking from all the vulgar thoughts about the passed out female that the man was having. Savages they were. Had Hux not taught them at least to not be such animals?

He chuckled slightly as he thought back on how surprised Rey had looked when he had removed his mask. He had surprised himself as he was doing it. The only people that knew what he truly looked like in the First Order were his knights, Snoke, and General Armitage Hux. He never wanted the others to see who he really was. He wanted to strike the same fear and intimidation in the hearts of others as his grandfather had to his minions before him. Alas, he wouldn't be able to strike anything like that with his mother's eyes in his head.

His mother... growing up people used to praise him for looking like his mother. Sure he had features of his father too, like his cheekbones and chin, but everything else was apparently Leia Organa Solo.

Especially the eyes.

He pushed the growing thoughts of his mother from out of his mind. He didn't want to dwell on her. He couldn't.

Especially since she too was no longer around anymore.

Instead he brought his focus on the intensity of Rey's eyes while the two of them battled through the falling snow. Red and blue clashed together, casting her in a glow that made her look like one of those firebirds he had heard legends about when he was a boy. She had called him a monster that night.

A monster. He hadn't deny it when they had their force bond and she once again said it. He had many monstrous deeds under his belt. Killing his father was the only one that made him truly feel monstrous, however. And her throwing it in his face as if she was his daughter and knew who Han Solo was only made it worse.

He didn't lie to her when he said he didn't hate him. He also didn't tell the full truth. He didn't hate his father, but he did hate things about him. The fact that he would leave for months on end, the way he would argue with his mother about things that seemed so trivial, the way he gave into Leia's request for Kylo to go to Jedi training despite the fact that he really did not want to.

That was the one thing he hated the most about both of them.

He slammed his fist on his desk. He didn't want to think about them. He couldn't. They were the last two people he wanted to focus on, and here he was, rehashing the past.

He would much rather think about the scavenger. The scavenger that proved she was more than just that. She was strength. She was untamed power. Her use of the Force for someone who had never been trained astonished him to no end. Truly, Rey of Jakku was a force to be reckoned with.

He got up from his seat and went to the refresher that was in his quarters. He stripped down to nothing, turned the shower on as hot as he could bare, and got into it.

As he began to wash, his mind drifted back to thoughts of Rey. He thought about how different she had looked from the last time he had seen her face to face. She seemed slightly flushed, though not from fighting, her hair didn't have those buns in it that she probably would put there to keep her hair out of the way while doing whatever it was she did, and her eyes...her eyes were soft and comforting. Not like they were on Starkiller Base.

He closed his eyes as the water cascaded down his body. He thought about the way she had approached him in the elevator when she said she wanted to help him. Her voice was a whisper, but it was tender, sweet, and he could feel how genuine she was. When she had approached him he felt his knees grow weak for only a second. How could someone aas pure and as beautiful as she despite calling him a monster feel so much sympathy for him? Her concern made him wonder if he really could escape from Snoke's grasp, go with her, and never be alone again.

And yet, here he was, back on another base of the First Order, now the self proclaimed Supreme Leader.

He growled as he slammed a fist into the shower wall, slightly denting the brushed steel. He had been foolish. Or was it Rey that had been the foolish one? If only she would have came with him. They could have shown the First Order their combined power. How everyone, including Hux's stubborn and untrustworthy ass would have bowed to their splendor. How radiant Rey would have looked dressed in all black, draped in fine jewelry, her hand tightly grasping his as they moved amongst the mediocre stormtroopers and their "general". She would have been his equal, his partner, his most trusted advisor.

But she abandoned him. All for the sake of that cocky fly boy and FN-2187, traitorous snake. He thought he had killed the useless scum when he had split his back open. He would split him in half like he did Snoke the next time he saw him.

Twenty minutes later, he had dried off and put on his familiar black clothing. He took the most time putting his gloves back on, as his mind lingered back to the feeling of her fingertips connecting with his. One would have thought her fingers should have been calloused, having been a scavenger searching through sands and heat for the majority of her life, however, they were warm, soft, inviting. And the vision their touching produced? He had dreams about it from time to time.

But after what happened on the ship and especially on Crait, he knew that dreams were what the vision had been reduced to now. She wouldn't have him. Not after what he did. Not after that look of both anger and disappointment she have him before shutting the door to that trash heap of a ship, which seemed to had severed their force bond.

He walked over to his desk, eager to find a distraction from his thoughts when all of a sudden, he felt it. That gentle rush of something greater than himself causing him to glance up and catch sight of the very person he both longed and dreaded to see.