A/N- Bear with me. I'm an adult with a full time job who does cosplay and ocassionally takes commissions. I also have two horses and a personal life, so my free time is pretty slim. If updates take a while I apologize. You can expect one or two a week.
And as a heads up, this will be extremely slow burn Reylo. If you've read any of my other stories, you'll already know I like to build all the characters and not just my pairing so it takes me longer to get to the romance part. I find this (at least in the past) tends to make people believe your world a little bit more. Afterall, life isn't just romance.
Disclaimer: I really have no business messing with the characters in Star Wars. Although, with the number of times I've gone to see "The Last Jedi," I might own part of the franchise.
Balance
It flows through everything, this energy, this Force. Pushing. Pulling. Slipping. Steadying. One hand gives, but the other takes. Stars swirling around the gaping throat of a black hole, dying as they were swallowed into nothingness. Dark gases coalescing into luminescent nebulas, birthing new stars that may one day harness rocks, they may, a day later, harbor life. As the child walks along the narrow beam between two rooftops, he wobbles left, and leans back to the right. A wildfire burns a village to all but embers. The people flee, but their homes are memories. A rainstorm washes away the black and a white flower springs from the ground when they return. Everything. Nothing. Light. Dark. Back and forth the pendulum swings. This is the way it has always been and the way it will always be. And the very thing that was always forgotten by the Jedi, by the Sith. For unbeknownst to them, or perhaps obscured by their arrogance, they are but petals fallen on the ever-flowing river of the Force.
