I

Leia watched the Millennium Falcon leave knowing that it was in safe hands. She watched it leave knowing that she would soon see her brother again. He would sort this mess out. Everything was going to be okay. She could not deny the emptiness in her chest which was the loss of Han. She subconsciously felt her wedding ring around her finger. Even when Han had left her, she had not taken it off. She knew that now she wouldn't take it off. Not after all they had been through.

She still stood there as many orange jump suited Resistance pilots and techs went back inside the jungle base to continue the celebration that had halted while waving off the Falcon. There had been a non-stop giddy celebration since the destruction of the First Orders great weapon and base.

Leia could not help but feel the pang of anxiety wondering about her son, Ben Organa-Solo. She could remember Han fighting about his last name, whether it should have been Solo or Organa. Eventually after a lot of bickering C3PO suggested a double-barrel name. It had taken some persuading since Han and Leia shared their stubbornness but eventually they agreed. Leia could feel a twang of heartache at the thought of her boys.

She had not wanted to ask Rey what had become of her son after seeing the state that he had left Finn. She had a small hope that she would have felt his possible demise through the force like she had Han's. She had not felt anything in the Force since Han's death; but she was uncertain whether it was her lack of teaching which stopped her from feeling anything. She shrugged off the thought, reassuring herself that she would have felt her son's death. He was her son after all.

She wasn't sure anymore.

She had heard hushed whispers around the Resistance base of her son, no longer Ben Organa-Solo, but the infamous Kylo Ren. She heard that he had murdered countless people in equally countless villages and towns. She heard from Finn that he had tortured Poe Dameron to the point that he wanted the swift angel of death to come and visit him to end his suffering. That he had subdued Rey and taken her from the open lakes and forests of Takodana to somewhere much more sinister and threatening.

That was not the sweet, young, dark haired boy that she remembered. She could remember a boyish grin that greatly resembled his fathers. She could remember over large ears that he loathed, ears which Leia had told him that if he grew his hair they would be hidden, even though she was fond of them. She could remember how he would nervously run his fingers through his hair whenever Leia had found him reading holo-books about the Jedi. He would always tell her that it was preparing him for when he would go and learn with Luke. She had chuckled at him and told him to sleep.

Luke.

That was when she lost them both. When she sent her son to be trained as a Jedi. She was not there much when he was a young child, having late night mission plans with the Resistance seemed more important than a bedtime story. When she got home Ben would always be sleeping, and undoubtedly Han would be somewhere trying to smuggle for a High General of some sorts.

She could remember vividly her son at the Jedi Academy sending her constant Holo-Videos almost every day, what he would say would always be along the lines of the same thing; "I don't like it here." "The other kids make fun of my nose." And every time at the end he would say "Mommy, can I come home now?" She could remember it always breaking her heart when she had to tell him that he hadn't finished his training yet. She should have known that something was going on when he began to skip days when he would usually talk to her via holo-video. She just assumed that he was finally settling in. But little did she know that someone had targeted her son since the day he was born.

She did not know that his frequent complaints of headaches were a dark presence in his mind. That would explain why medication didn't seem to help his head. She thought to herself. She somehow thought that under Luke's guidance everything would be okay, nothing would happen to her baby. She was wrong.

Her eyes had gone out of focus when she felt the presence of someone next to her. When she looked over it was Poe Dameron, he looked tired with dark bags under his eyes. He had been staying with Finn ever since Star Killer, keeping an eye on his progress. She felt a brisk chill grace her skin and her hair prickled. Poe stood next to her as they looked out onto the dense forests of D'Qar.

"What are you thinking?" He did not turn to look at her but looked at some passing X-Wings skimming over the treetops.

"Nothing." She said flatly as she followed his gaze towards the dancing X-Wings.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you? Your son?" He said, this time he looked at her and studied the wise old face.

To someone who did not have any idea of what she had been through, she probably looked like any old woman. But she was not. To the trained eye you could see the sadness in her eyes. Poe could see it.

She didn't say anything but nodded. She felt another wave of sadness and self-loathing wash over her. She could remember calling Poe Ben at least three times. Each time she would feel a wave of sadness roll over her. She could remember Poe clutching her in a hug as she blinked back tears.

"We should go inside. It's getting cold out." He held out his arm to indicate that he was not leaving without her. She sighed and began to walk towards the underground resistance base with Poe in line with her.

She just had to hope that her brother would come back. And hope is all she could do.

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Kylo Ren lay on his dark bed staring at the ceiling. He was deep underground in the depths of a mountain on a planet unknown to him. He could head the clatter of Stormtrooper armour outside his door walking up and down the corridor. He had become undoubtedly colder and more violent when it came to the faceless masked figures. He assumed that it was because of the traitor FN-2187.

He shut his eyes and willed himself to sleep. But whenever he slept he imagined her. He imagined her dark hair and her hazel eyes staring at him. He could remember the purple light cast on her from their two locked lightsabers, he had offered to be her teacher. He did not want to kill her. He never wanted to kill her. He wanted her to join him. He wanted her by his side.

He lifted an un-gloved hand to the scar that she had left on his face, he trailed his fingers gently down it, although it was a gift from her to him. He could remember seeing the anger that pulsed through her veins when she had circled him like a shark ready to bite. He could see the darkness in her light, and he could not deny that he was curious about it. He wanted to see the potential of her as his student.

He had asked her to be his student, his apprentice. Pathetic. He said to himself. He should have just knocked her out and left the crumbling planet. In these times freedom of choice was a rare thing to come by. He cursed himself for being so naive to even consider her taking his offer.

He stared at the ceiling once more and made a vow to make her his.

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Ach-To was a mainly blue planet with small specs of green riddled across the sea of blue. When she saw it Rey thought that is was not unlike any other planet that she had seen; but she knew that it contained something far more important.

When the ship touched down Chewie and R2 escorted her out of the ship but because of the towering hills and steep stone steps R2 would not be able to follow Rey up the steps. Chewie remained with R2 to watch the Falcon, and R2 along with it.

Rey looked up the towering steps and could not deny the growing knot in her stomach. She ignored it as she slung her bag over her shoulder. She began to ascend the countless number of uneven steps.

It felt like hours when she finally came to a flat green outcrop that gave a beautiful view of the sea beyond. A cloaked figure stood draped in a grey cloak, his back to her. She stood fifty foot away from him and watched as the man known as Luke Skywalker turned to her. She watched as he pulled his hood down with a metal hand. The legends were true.

They stared at each other for a second before Rey pulled out the metal lightsaber. It was cold to the touch as her finger tips touched it. She held it out to the man who slightly tilted his head. She looked at him pleadingly, willing him either to say something or to take it.

She felt a slight pull form the saber and let it go immediately. It flew across to the old man before her. He looked down at the silver object in his hand fondly, like two friends who had not seen each other for a long time.

The lightsaber ignited, it's blue glow cast a faint light around the surrounding area. He twirled the lightsaber skilfully. She watched in awe as he whipped it around him almost creating a wind with the speed of it. The lightsaber suddenly returned to its dormant state and Rey came out of her trance. The man looked at her with electric blue eyes that seemed to stare into her very soul.

"Where did you get this?" Luke Skywalker said as he looked at the lightsaber again.

"I got it from Maz's castle on Takodana." She paused for a second before continuing. "It called to me." She said tentatively. Luke frowned quickly.

"It called to you?" He said inquiringly.

"Yes." She said finally. She was wondering why he was asking if it called to her and where she got it, surely there were more pressing matters to discuss.

"Why did you come?" He said finally after searching with his eyes. He turned and looked at the sea once more.

"The Resistance needs you." She paused again deliberating on how exactly she would get him back to the Resistance. "Your sister needs you." She said finally.

"I can't." He said finally.

"What? No! You have to teach me!" She pleaded, her voice once calm now cracked as she felt on the verge of tears. "Please." She said finally.

"I can't". He paused for a moment before continuing "you are already bonded to someone else." He said flatly. She was about to reply indignantly when he said darkly. "Kylo Ren."

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I will be posting the nest one between the next two weeks – month.

Thank you for reading!