Luminous Beings are we...

Rey's dreams that night were haunted by Ren.

One moment she was strapped to a gurney in his interrogation room...

You know I can take whatever I want.

Next she was standing in an elevator looking up into his dark eyes...

You'll stand with me Rey.

Then they were jolted into Snoke's throne room, burning embers floating all around them...

You're nothing. But not to me.

Finally, Rey found herself in a room of black. She heard steady breathing in front of her.

'Kylo?' She called out into the darkness.

Someone stepped towards her, but it wasn't Kylo. Fear immobilised her as she saw her own smiling features obscured slightly by a dark shroud staring at her from within the shadows.

'Give in to us, Rey,' she heard her own displaced voice say.

'Never.'

Rey ignited her saber.

Her dark counterpart smiled and flicked open a red double ended saber. She lunged at Rey who advanced forward to block the attack but before their sabers could meet, Rey woke up and bolted upright in her bed.

She looked around the dark, silent tent. The room was empty except for herself and Rose snoring softly. Rey felt her sweat covered hair sticking to her forehead and temples. She took some deep breaths in and out. She knew that rest would not return to her that night, so she got out of bed and crept out of the tent, not wanting to wake Rose from what seemed like a peaceful slumber.

She looked up at the star laden sky.

What do you want from me? Is there some sort of divine plan for my future or did I just stumble blindly into this fight?

You won't find the answers you seek up there.

Rey sighed as his voice returned once more. Of course he was here to witness her moment of weakness.

'Leave me alone,' she whispered.

You don't seem to understand yet. Rey, I have discovered something that I need to share with you, we are a dyad in the force, you and I.

'A what?'

A dyad in the force. I will explain. When two people are as strong with the force as we, the powers that be see fit to permanently connect them with one another. To join them eternally so that they become stronger together than they ever could hope to become apart. You see Rey, we truly belong together. It is the forces will, as well as my own desire.

The word desire caught her attention. Rey had never felt desired before. She tried to focus on forming a sensible response.

'I still don't understand why the force would want two such as us to be connected.'

Rey, look around you, we're a dying breed. The Jedi are extinct. The Sith are extinct. We are all that are left. What sense does to make to keep us apart? The force needs more sensitives. It wants us to continue the line.

'Are you suggesting…'

Rey, don't act coy you know exactly what I am suggesting. Why would I attempt to hide my yearnings from you, when you can pluck them from my head as easily as you could pluck a feather from a bird's breast?

Was this the Forces will? Was this the destiny it had planned for her? Rey considered Ren's words carefully.

Kylo sensed her conflict and pressed onward, hoping to gain some much needed ground.

You don't owe them anything Rey. They couldn't even begin to comprehend your superior destiny. I see it. You outshine them all. You burn far too brightly for them. Come to me. Be with me, and together we will illuminate the furthest corners of the galaxy.

'He isn't the one for you.'

Rey shook her head. The new voice was strong and commanding. It didn't sound like a voice in her head as Kylo's did. It sounded like the person was right next to her. She looked around, but she was alone in the darkness with only the stars and the trees for company.

Rey waited to see if the voice would speak again.

'You will wait for me.'

Again the voice sounded close. Rey instinctively reached for her saber. She ignited it and held it out in front of her as she searched for the unwanted intruder.

She sensed her connection with Kylo had been severed. Had the owner of the voice done this? Was he blocking Kylo's energy with his own? How was that possible?

'Your hypothesis is correct, I am holding your prior suitor at bay,' the voice confirmed.

Prior suitor? What was happening…

'Who are you?' Rey asked, holding her saber tight within her grip.

'I am the Son.'

The Son? Rey had no idea what that meant.

'I don't understand.'

The voice chuckled.

'Of course you don't, young one. The stories of me and my kind are long since lost in the sands of time, I suspect. No matter, you will know of me soon enough.'

'What do you want with me?' Rey asked, although she was afraid of his answer.

'I have sensed your power little Jedi, and I find you... very intriguing.'

'Stay away from me,' she threatened.

'I am not one of your followers, Rey. You have no control over me.'

Suddenly a tall man materialised before her. Rey stared in amazement as the image sharpened and she came face to face with the source of the eerie voice. The man was bald with a long face, pale skin and sharp features. Even his lips were as colourless as the intertwining moons which shone in the sky above them. He wore black robes with accents of red at his waist and high collar. Rey knew instinctively that the man before her was to be feared but his deep set eyes were what scared her the most. Pupils as red as blood shone down on her. She knew without a doubt if she looked too far into the crimson pools, she would see a millennia of death and destruction. His energy was old. Very old. Ancient in fact. The Force warned her to keep her distance and she needed no encouragement to comply with its request.

The being smiled, 'There is so much anger within you, but you are suppressing it. You mistakenly assume it is your foe. You are wrong, Rey. Your anger will bring you powers the likes of which you've never seen. I can show you the ways of the dark force.'

Rey's head spun. Why had she seemingly attracted the attention of two powerful men, both abnormally strong with the dark side of the Force? Was there a lesson she was to learn as a result of their attention? Or was there something black and broken deep within her soul that called out to them? Was her greatest fear to come true? Was she truly destined to walk a path of shadows? Rey attempted to suppress her growing anxiety and channelled all her upset at the threat that stood before her.

'Are you a Sith?' She spat, holding her saber up high.

'No. There is no one like me. I am a keeper of the Force. The ethereal embodiment of its archaic Dark energy. I came before the Sith and I suspect I will be here long after their inevitable destruction.'

Rey felt his power reach out towards her. It was strong and unyielding. Fear crept up her spine. He was telling the truth. This was no ordinary Dark-sider. He was something ancient and unknown. A threat to the Galaxy.

The light energy within her throbbed like a beacon. She knew the message it was attempting to convey to her.

Danger. Danger. Danger.

'Put down your weapon. It is of little use against one such as me, if I wished to kill you, you would already be dead,' He said dismissively.

He was right. Rey switched off her blade.

'Are you real?' She asked. His energy was so strong, she couldn't sense if he was a projection or a corporal form.

'Sadly, I am not. My father keeps me trapped in this realm. For now. When I am strong enough to break free of his bonds, I will come to you and we shall be together.'

'No. We won't.' Rey said forcefully.

'I'm afraid the choice has already been made.'

Choice? She didn't remember being offered a choice. Her anger intensified. Another man who thought he had the right to make her decisions for her. Rey was tired of feeling stifled by the masculine desires of others. They didn't get to speak for her, she had her own voice.

'Why don't we settle this right now,' she announced.

'What are you proposing?'

Rey charged at his form and ran him through with her saber, taking a second swipe through his neck for good measure. It had no effect on him of course, but it helped to improve her mood and certainly conveyed her disapproval with his deluded little plans. The being looked amused at her sudden outburst.

'If you ever have the courage to face me in person, you'll receive that same reception, but I guarantee you won't survive it,' Rey snarled.

'You are a worthy mate. I will have you, Rey…'' The voice calmly stated as he disappeared from sight.

I will be with you... soon.'

'Brother, where have you been?' Daughter enquired.

His sister walked towards him with an irritatingly serene look upon her face. As the embodiment of the Light side, Sister was his counterpart within the ethereal realm and his Father's self-appointed law enforcer. He hated her simply because her nature was the direct opposite of his own. She wished to follow and protect the balance. He wished to lead and tilt the balance in the darkside's favour.

Brother sighed audibly as he turned to face his unwelcome sibling. In contrast with his own sharp pronounced features, His sister's countenance was delicate and soft. Her skin held more colour than his own as the light energy that flowed through her veins added a glowing quality to her appearance. Her long blonde hair also glowed with the same unwavering energy. Her wide, blue eyes looked up at him waiting expectantly for an answer to her question.

'Why, right here Sister, of course. Here, where I am to reside, always,' he replied, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice.

Daughter frowned. Brother was trying to deceive her, but to what purpose?

'I could not feel your energy just now—'

'Sister! Do not interfere in affairs you could not even begin to conceive!' Her brother bellowed.

He began to take his leave, but Daughter halted his movements by grasping his forearm within her sinewy fingers.

In a flash of images, she saw it all. Brother's meddling in the lives of mortals, his interest in the Force wielding girl, and his strong desire to escape their realm.

She kept her expression passive, hoping her brother wouldn't be alerted to the fact that she had just delved into his memories. Brother looked at her with a bored expression then roughly freed his arm from her grasp and departed. Daughter let out a sigh of relief. Her brother did not appear to suspect anything.

She paced the floor trying to decide what to do with the new found information. Her long white gown trailed in her wake as she walked. Her first idea was to tell Father, but she was instantly hesitant to do so. As the embodiment of the Light side of the Force, compassion was a quality she valued greatly. To tell her father of her brothers wrong doings now, may lead to him inflicting a severe punishment on her brother. Father was strict when it came to discipline and there was no tiered justice system. All displays of disobedience were dealt with in the same manner. Daughter considered her brothers crimes to be minor infractions that could be easily hidden from Father so long as he was prevented from carrying out his long term plans.

Daughter smiled as she realised what she needed to do. She would leave it to the mortals. If she warned them of the danger her brother could bring upon them, they would be able to defend themselves and perhaps Father would never need to know of her brother's indiscretions.

All she need do now, was decided which of the mortals to make contact with. Daughter used the Force to reach out to the girl first, but the mixture of dark energies from her brother and the one they called Kylo that swirled around the female prevented Daughter from making a clear connection with her. Daughter was disappointed as she felt a sort of comradery with the powerful lightsider, and would have enjoyed a chance to get to know her better.

She scanned the life forms within the female's sphere, looking for someone she could engage with. There was Kylo, a very talented darksider, but she feared his energy and dared not reach out to him lest it cause her pain.

There was another strong force user the one they called Leia, but she was quite elderly and Daughter feared she would not be able to endure the enviable energy transference which would take place if they conversed. There was a very pretty young girl known as Rose. She was trustworthy and true, but also very tough minded. Daughter believed her to be too closed-off to be of use to her. Another friend was of interest. A Force sensitive boy known as Finn. Very heroic and very attached to the one they called Rey. She was tempted for a moment to reach out for him, until she came to realise that he was as yet untrained and his connection with the Light side was on a very basic, natural level. She decided it would be too risky to attempt contact with Finn, as Brother might be able to sense his unschooled energy.

Daughter was about to give up hope, when she discovered there was one option left open to her. A man known simply as Poe. He did not appear to be Force sensitive, which she hoped would be an advantage to her, as her brother would be less likely to sense her interacting with a mere mortal. Brother had a very low opinion of non Force users, often expressing how he considered them lower forms of life and not worthy of his valuable attention. If the fates were on her side, her interaction with Poe would show up as nothing more than a tiny, insignificant blip on her Brother's radar, not worthy of further investigation.

Poe, a trained pilot and capable soldier, had a strong sense of right and wrong and a deep desire to prove himself worthy of his place within the Resistance. Daughter felt drawn to his admirable qualities as well as his pleasing features. She assumed her primal attraction to him was a sign that Poe was the one she was meant to share her message with. She hoped with all her might that Brother's energy was engaged elsewhere and reached out across the cosmos to attempt to connect with Poe.

As he slept, Poe Dameron twitched as small pulses of energy caressed his skin. In his dreams, a woman appeared before him. She was slight, with glowing skin and long blonde hair. Poe was instantly struck by her mesmerizing beauty. He mentally congratulated himself on the upgrade his imagination had bestowed upon him. This woman was a thousand times more alluring that the usually fair his brain provided for his night time sexual encounters. He smiled predatorily as he sauntered over to her.

'Hey, the names Dameron, Poe,' he said with a charming smile.

The woman frowned at him.

'Your name is Dameron Poe?'

'No it's…'

'No matter, your name is of little consequence. You must listen to me Dameron Poe, you and your friends are in grave danger.'

Poe shook his head. He hadn't been expecting that response. He felt light headed as if he had downed one too many Dorian quills, but he was sure he hadn't touched a drop of liquor for days. Strange.

'Who are you?' he asked.

'I am Daughter,' she replied.

Daughter? Okay, that seemed a bit risky but he was never one to turn away from a new kink. What was life without a bit of excitement?

'That's a new one to me, but hey, I'm not one to judge. What happens in the subconscious stays in the subconscious, right?' he said with a wink.

The angel before him looked confused.

'You must listen to me. My brother is coming,' she told him urgently.

Ahh, now they were getting back on track.

Go time.

'Well we just need to make sure he doesn't find us don't we, sweetheart?' he replied in a low voice.

Dameron Poe was very pleasing up close. His dark hair and matching eyes, complimented his features. She liked his jaw and she found she wished to touch the stubble that lay on his cheek. Daughter had never spoken with a male of his kind before. Her only companions were Father and Brother. She was finding it difficult to converse with Dameron Poe due to the fact that he seemed to only have one thing on his mind...procreating. She could feel that he was attracted to her. The feeling was...not unpleasant, but also very distracting. She felt that perhaps she would not be adverse to exploring the notion of being intimate with Dameron Poe, but at that moment she needed him to focus on her words and not on her physical attributes.

'I am not sweetheart, I am Daughter,' she pressed.

Poe sighed. Geez, surely his brain could think up a better story for this gorgeous specimen than the wooden personality she appeared to have been lumbered with. Sure he only needed her for one thing, but it was nice to have a bit of conversation thrown into the sexy mix.

'I am not who you think I am, Dameron Poe,'she said sweetly.

'Okay, I'm game for some role play. Tell me who you really are.'

'We are the ones that guard the power, we are the middle and the beginning and the end. We are the balance. I the Light and he the Dark and our Father is our anchor.'

'Well that clears that up,' Poe answered dryly.

'Look, let's just get down to business, huh?'

He reached towards her to pull her in for a kiss. The girl flinched and recoiled from him.

'You are forbidden to touch me,' she said firmly but he noted the tempting blush on her cheeks and the way she pulled at her bottom lip with her teeth. The innocent act was really working for him, but he hadn't expected her to put up such a fight.

'Okay...this dream isn't going the way I thought it would. If I can't touch you, Princess, what the hell are we going to do, play holochess?'

'What is this holochess you speak of?' she asked cocking her head to the side adorably.

'It's a game where you...I'm not here to explain the rules of holochess! Look if we aren't going to make out can you just go so I wake up now please?'

'Dameron Poe, you do not understand. I am not here to service your needs. I am here to provide you with vital information. Rey, the powerful lightsider with which you are acquainted, is in great danger. My brother has wrongly chosen her as his Force mate at the expense of the balance of the Force and the possible loss of the lives of you, your friends and countless others. You must listen to me.'

Poe stared at the goddess standing before him.

'This isn't a dream is it?' He said slowly.

'No Dameron Poe, I'm afraid it is not.'

Kylo slammed his fist into the clinical white wall of his chambers. The pain that travelled through his hand and radiated down his arm helped to focus his mind.

Someone or something had severed his connection with Rey and appeared to be working hard to keep them apart.

The longer he went without feeling her energy, the more agitated he became.

'You do not deserve her.'

At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, Kylo immediately ignited his saber and turned in a tight circle scanning the room around him for danger as he rotated.

'If you are the one keeping me from her, I will end you,' Kylo growled.

'You lack both the skill and the means to accomplish that task,' the voice answered calmly.

The entity's dismissive tone sent Kylo's rage into overdrive.

'Face me, coward!'

The being appeared before him and the two powerful men observed one another.

'I admire you, Kylo. You turned away from your stars and engraved your own blood stained path across this vast and unforgiving galaxy. For that reason, I wish to make you an offer. Forget about the girl, and I will let you continue on your dark journey as my loyal servant. If you do not obey, there will be consequences.'

'What do you want with Rey?' Ren demanded.

'She interests me. I believe she could be my...what do you call it? My other half, my kindred spirit, what you might consider a soulmate. So I am asking you to gracefully step aside.'

The thought of anyone other than himself daring to intimately touch his force mate produced a visceral reaction in his gut. He turned to the only cathartic release he knew, violence.

Kylo lunged forward with his saber and ran the being through, but his blade met nothing but air as the Son's molecules dispersed at the touch of his weapon. The man reformed and turned to face Ren once more.

'This is futile, you cannot defeat me. Accept my offer and do not pursue this foolish errand further.'

'Rey is mine,' Kylo felt the Light that still resided within him start to glow and vibrate in approval at his words.

'It is too late. I have claimed her as my own. There is nothing you can do now but admit defeat.'

'Never,' Kylo pointed his saber at the intruder at eye level. He stared down the laser blade at his unworthy rival.

'So be it,' the being declared.

He waved his hand in the air between them and Kylo found himself transported to a lifeless place. Rivers of lava flowed through large cracks in the planets glistening black surface. The sky was dark and starless, and the atmosphere around him was heavy and thick and made his lungs ache.

'Where am I?'

The being was gone from his sight but his voice remained.

'Don't you recognise this place, Kylo? This is your darkside. I thought you might appreciate the irony of me choosing to use your own blackened facade against you. It is as clever as it is devastating, is it not?'

'You will free me.'

'I will not. You will remain here as this planet of your making slowly drains your life force. When it eventually reaches the end of its arduous task, you will die. At that time the energy left in your body will barely be enough to cause a ripple in the Force. Do not worry for Rey, I will keep her disconnected from your bond, she will never feel your passing and will not mourn for your loss.'

Kylo didn't know what was worse, the news of his impending death or the revelation that Rey would be unaware of it.

Rey. His Rey. Was soon to be taken and he would be unable to reach her. His heart contracted.

'I am sorry to do this to you, Kylo, you are a talented darksider, but you have made your choice and now at least you will finally be at peace.'

The voice sighed.

'My sister would consider your death a great waste. You had so much promise, if only you had stayed within her domain, the Light. Kylo Ren is a formidable foe, but the wisps that remain of Ben Solo's future show a man who could have outshone the stars themselves.'

'I did not turn my back on the Light. The Light turned it back on me,' Kylo snapped.

'Many of the truths that we cling to depend on our point of view,' the voice replied.

'I don't need a lecture on morality from the heel that is sentencing me to my death,' Kylo spat.

'Very well, I will respect your final wishes and leave you to your demise.'

Kylo felt the beings energy retreat. He was alone. He scanned the terrain for a means of escape. There was nothing but channels of lava and large, treacherous mountains of volcanic rock. The dark sky above him crackled as an energy storm started to form. He swallowed down the panic that threatened to render him helpless. Now was not the time.

'Rey…' he whispered.

Would the being succeed in turning Rey against him? Surely she would reject his dark offer. Rey had never accepted his powerful advances, why would it be different now?

He has power the likes of which you've never seen before. He could influence her with ease. Turn her against you. Then who would be left? No one. There would be no one left to care about you and you will fade away to nothing and worst of all? No one will even mourn you. No one will even shed one tear for the great Kylo Ren.

Snoke's taunting voice echoed in his head and he let out a cry of anguish. He ignited his saber and lashed out at the only opponent available to him, the harsh, unstable environment. Then a voice broke through his rage.

Perhaps it is true that no one will remember Kylo Ren, but Ben Solo will always have friends and family waiting for him should he decide to return. In this life or the next.

Kylo switched off his blade as his father's voice helped to soothe his turbulent thoughts.

Okay, kid. Stop wasting time and get to work. We need to figure out how to get you out of here.

Kylo nodded in agreement and decided the best thing to do, would be to head for the high ground. He found a cliff with indents deep enough to use as foot holds, and began to climb.

He finally admitted to himself that he was grateful for the ever constant sound of his father's voice. Especially now that he was cut off from the rest of the galaxy and worst of all, from Rey. Perhaps forever. He tried not to dwell on the soul crushing thought that his connection to her might be severed permanently.

What if I'm too late?

She's strong like you, kid. Don't lose hope.

The fear of past and present abandonments weighed heavy on his heart and he allowed his father a glimpse of that inner weakness as he whispered his soft plea aloud.

'You won't leave me, will you dad?'

Never, son. Never.