The dreams came back.
Every night.
She saw herself smiling, standing over dead corpses.
Burned in half.
By her red lightsaber.
Sometimes they were random people, faces made up by her mind and fading memory.
And then there were the nights when it was Finn, General Leia…..
But those flickering moments of a dreaming, wandering mind didn´t let her wake up screaming.
It was this voice, which got louder and louder over the first months with the First Order.
Whispering about how could these moments feel. How much they fill one up.
Absolute power. Being free. Killing the past….
First it was unrecognizable. So Rey felt it from the start.
After some time there was no mistake to be made.
It was her own voice.
"You are still not free. Our past, THEY hold you back.
Our destiny is not to waste time with meaningless figures.
We are here to rule. Rule and be better. Be meaningful.
End it all.
All that pain. All that hate.
Burn it all down.
BURN IT ALL!"
When Rey woke up, she was sweating all over her body.
Always.
For the first few weeks Kylo tried to talk with her.
Shaken up to his core with his love losing it beside him in the dark night.
She would push him away.
Clearly afraid.
Of him? Of her dreams? Of herself?
He felt that those questions burned in her.
Yet all he could do was to be there.
Beside her.
When she woke up.
Every night.
Not asking any questions.
Just open his arms.
Pressing her against him.
Whispering.
His words dropped down on her. So warm in the cold.
"I´m here. I´m here."