Okay Peepes so I know this Chapter is short as hell, but I wanted to see whether you all were still interested in reading it? This is a little taster on which direction I want this Fic to go in. Plz comment on whether you liked it or whatnot. If so, I'l defo be reprising this piece back up, and the chapter lengths will be super-duper long — pinky pwomise ;-) Enjoy!
He leaves her to get accustomed to the Temple, knowing full well that she wouldn't be disturbed there. No living thing alive could break the force-lock he'd placed on those doors. No one...
And even though it prevented her from escaping, he knew it was for her own good. Jedi indoctrination was a rigorous thing to uncondition, but it was possible with time. And he also knew that with time she would see things his way and succumb to the power inside of her — practically begging to be set free.
He sighed. He was too impatient, always had been. He'd concoct and devise his plans and schemes and strategies, and then maneuver his pieces into position. Yet he'd always forget that his opponents weren't as apt at making their own: that they debilitated in responding. Perhaps prolonging the inevitability of their situation?
She could only resist him for so long. However the longer she did, the harder she would fall. She had always been a fighter, and she had always fallen the hardest because of it...
It seemed like a cruel twist of fate that their paths should've crossed again. Although if he was honest with himself, he was hardly surprised. They'd always managed to find a way back to one another. And although he could control many things, he could not control the Force's will.
How long had it been since he'd last felt her? 15 years maybe? However long it had been, it had been too long. Yet it had been the safest thing for her. Now that was compromised, and there was no turning back, not now. No, they'd find her again — just like all those years ago — and fashion her into the ultimate weapon against him.
He'd die before he'd let that happen...
Good job he didn't plan on dying anytime soon.
He doubted the Force would ever let him finally rest. As long as there was unbalance in the Force, his soul and hers were destined to reincarnate again and again and again... until order and stability were forever restored to the Galaxy.
He rubbed at the bridge of his nose. No matter how hard he tried to prevent it; all and every of the lengths he'd gone through to sever her tie to a destiny that could only breed eternal misery, had all been in vain. She would never live a normal life. He was beginning to realise that now. That was her sentence along with his own: to be inexplicably and inextricably bound to each other, whilst losing one other again and again, for all eternity.
She was right when she'd said he was afraid. He was. Although her reasoning as to why had been wide off the mark, and he'd tricked her with fake surface thoughts into believing such. No, he'd surpassed Darth Vader 19 years ago at the prodigious age of 11. Before which he had already discovered that he was not in fact 'Ben Solo', nor 'Kylo Ren'. Those were identities given to him in this lifetime. He was Revan — renowned the Revanchrist and honored as the Revan, reviled as Revan the Butcher, dreaded as the Dark Lord of the Sith Darth Revan and praised as the Prodigal Knight. And he had been resurrected out of the ashes of the Old Republic to rise again anew into the era of the New Jedi Order...