"Balance," Rey reminded herself as she closed her eyes in the meditation sitting pose, focusing on levitating the rocks around her. "Balance is key."
Yet her thoughts wouldn't empty of everything but balance. Her mother, the twins, Kylo Ren, and worry for the boys clouded her mind. Finn and Luke had gone on a quest earlier in the morning to find a crystal for Finn's lightsaber (Rey had offered to let Finn have hers and she could just find her own, but Luke insisted she keep the Skywalker lightsaber) and they weren't back yet.
Even though Rey kept insisting that she could only be a month pregnant, and therefore could still train just as hard as Finn, Luke insisted just as much that because she was getting tired this early in the pregnancy that she tone it back.
"Your mother was the same way," he reminisced, a smile on his face before Rey spotted the unshed tears in his blue eyes.
Before Rey could ask any more questions, he had walked off with Finn.
"I should be able to lift some kriffing rocks- I'm a Skywalker," Rey muttered. Her green eyes opened to see that she herself was levitating, along with the rocks. Even R2-D2, who had stayed with her, was going up in the air. Rey smiled, and continued to allow herself to go up, enjoying it in a certain childishness. She closed her eyes again, but she found herself in another world.
She saw a crying woman in white, surrounded by shadows.
"You're breaking my heart! You're going down a path that I can't follow!"
Rey reached out for the woman, only to take the hand of her father, Luke in a much younger state. They were on a barge floating above sand, and a woman had taken Luke's lightsaber. The woman with dark red hair- so dark it could be mistaken for brown, but red nonetheless- activated the bright green lightsaber-
YOU MUST KILL LUKE SKYWALKER.
Rey covered her hands over ears, the scream hurt. She looked up to see the woman attempt to stab Luke. Rey ran in between them, but instead of feeling the white-hot pain of a lightsaber, or death, lightning struck right before her. Rey whipped around to see a young man in a starry cloak wielding a trisaber- Kylo Ren's lightsaber, she realized in a jolt. He was standing with several in dark cloaks. There were only a few standing with Luke.
"It's not about ambition- it's about peace, it's about building a better world!"
Rey backed away, only to hear the too-familiar lightsaber behind her. When she turned around, however, she saw a boy and a girl of fourteen or fifteen wielding a purple and a green lightsaber, building a triangular golden ship with the Force.
"I'm sorry, Kira Rey."
Frightened, Rey opened her eyes just as she dropped back on the ground. She leapt to her feet, and pulled her lightsaber out from her pack, turning it over and over again in her hands.
She activated it and looked over the edge of the stone wall surrounding the huts. Something was coming, and she secretly knew who it was- and dreaded it.
"Your father is coming," she murmured to the twins, as stupid as it was.
"Rey?"
She whipped around to see Finn running down the hill, his golden yellow lightsaber activated, as was Luke's bright green one, the exact same as the one in the vision.
"Are you alright?" Finn asked.
"I'm fine," Rey said, her words half a lie. Right now, physically, she was. But she knew that Kylo was coming. And it wasn't because he was happy to be a father. Rey wondered if he even knew that they were having twins.
Probably not. . .
"Kira?"
Rey jumped, remembering the name she'd heard in Kylo's voice. Kira Rey.
"What?" she asked.
"I was asking how your force training went," her father said gently. "R2 says that you were lifting even him up."
"It went well," Rey replied.
"Did you have a vision?" Luke asked. Rey's feelings betrayed her, the shock pouring onto her face.
"How did you know?" she asked.
"I didn't, until you confirmed it," Luke explained with a mischievous smile. "Fathers who happen to be Jedi Grandmasters tend to have good hunches, sweetheart."
Rey nodded, although she was wary of the diminutive, remembering the voice of the man in her vision. It wasn't Luke, though, she knew that how, hearing it.
"What did you see?" Luke asked.
Rey bit her lip. "It was a flash of scenes and words. I don't know what happened, but I got this feeling from it. I think Kylo Ren is coming."
"Ben?" Luke raised his eyebrows, and his eyes showed his shock, and an edge of anger. "Well, we'll just wait for him, won't we?"
"We should run," Finn argued. "We're barely more trained than we were last time, and we barely got away."
"But you've got me with you, this time," Luke assured him. "Besides, it's no use running. My nephew is. . . Determined beyond what the ordinary would be."
"We keep training then?" Rey asked.
"Of course," Luke said. "You're my pupils, and I need to train you if we're going to create the New Jedi Order."
"Us?" Rey was shocked. Only two months ago, she'd thought that Luke was a myth. Now she was supposed to help create more Jedi.
"Do you see any other apprentices?" Luke asked.
Finn and Rey shared a smile.
"Come on, let's have you spar with that new lightsaber," Luke said, smiling at his students. Finn and Rey raised their blue and yellow lightsabers at each other.
Kylo sighed. He knew he had to do it. He only hoped that maybe, just maybe with all of Rey's light that she could forgive him for what he was about to do. He closed his eyes, seeking her out in the Force. She came to him too easily. He knew where she was, the place where his uncle had run to.
Anch-To, he remembered the one time the Academy had a field trip there. It was after little Kira Skywalker- Rey- had disappeared. That was when Luke and Mara had begun to leave him, just like Han and Leia had.
He punched in the coordinates he remembered from the trip, and made the jump to hyperspace.
