Rey never let Han go since they left Ren's Star Destroyer. They'd flown to Kef Bir and were now travelling up the hillside until they reached a sudden cliff edge. The ocean roared beneath them like a violent storm. It sent a shiver of fear down all of their backs and made Finn want to vomit. Her hazel eyes stared at hunk of metal rising from the sea. Although the Death Star was been destroyed years before she was born, she knew straight away what it was.

"Oh, what is that thing?" C-3PO asked.

"An old place, from a very old war." She replied.

"It's gonna take us years to search this thing." Finn groaned.

"There has to be a faster way, we don't have time to search this whole thing..." Poe's voice faded into the background. The black waters seemed to call to her, and for a second she pictured herself falling into its depth, in her arms she held Han. Then she snapped out of it. The thought scared her, she'd tried to deny it before, but the darkside was calling to her.

No, it wasn't calling, it was yelling. Dark thoughts had begun to slip into her mind. She wanted to join Kylo, to stand by his side, like they had in the throne room against Snoke's guards. She both hated and was drawn to the darkside. At first she thought she could save Kylo, bring him back. There was a moment, when she was still pregnant with Han, that she thought maybe their son would be the solution.

But even now, he still hid behind a mask. A symbol that he was a servant to the darkside. "Only display tells." She mumbled the words C-3PO had said back on Kijimi.

"What?" Finn walked to Rey's side.

"Hold Han." She handed over her child and placed him in Finn's arms. From her rucksack she pulled out the dagger and fiddled with it in her hands. Tracing her fingers over the hilt was surprised when the small red dagger-like point on the side moved. She pulled it out and held it up in front of her. Moving slowly she closed one eye to get a better look.

The blade aligned the wreckage of the Death Star. The red tip pointed at a room that was too far to see. "There, that's where the Wayfinder is."

There was an animal-like snorting and hoof beats. People, riding on long furred creatures strode towards them. Rey took Han back in her arms and held up her blaster. "Rough landing?" The woman, who seemed like the head of the group, asked referring to the Millennium Falcon which had gone through a uneven landing.

"I've seen worse." Poe replied.

"I've seen better." Rey would've usually smiled at her quick response but this time he face remained blank and skeptical. "I got a message from someone, Babu Frik?

"Oh, he's one of my oldest friends!" C-3PO chirped.

"He said you're our last hope. Is that true?"

"We just might be." Poe answered.

"I'm Jannah. How can we help?"

"We need to get on that." Poe pointed to the Death Star and they all lowered their blasters.

"Not now, too dangerous, the tide's come in."

"How long must we wait?" Jannah looked at the woman and her young infant.

"Tomorrow morning." She replied and Rey's patience was finally wearing thin.

"We can't wait that long!"

"We don't have much of a choice." Finn tried putting a hand on her shoulder but she moved away.

Poe began to walk back to the Falcon. "We'll try and get the Falcon fixed, got any spare parts?" He asked Jannah.

"A few. What do you need?"

"Everything." He sighed. Rey was staring out at the Death Star she didn't move with the others. "Finn." She called out and he turned around. "Can you take Han, I just... I just need a minute." He nodded and took Han. "What day is it?" She asked before he left, time seemed to pass quicker than usual.

"It's the eighth."

"Hans birthday is tomorrow." She realized and felt tears forming behind her eyes. She had imagined her son's first birthday. She would invite all her friends and family, which now included Leia. There would be cake, presents. All the things she never got. But now that wouldn't happen. "Rey?"

"Just go, I'll meet you there." He walked away, unaware the Rey had no intention of returning to the Falcon, not until she had done something.


"She took the skimmer?" Jannah watched incredulously as Rey rode over the monstrous waves. She gritted her teeth, pulling on the old and rusted controls. The skimmer really had seen better days. It took all her strength and concentration to get herself to the Death Star. The ruins of the fallen moon looked unstable but that didn't stop her from climbing her way up. At one point she lost her footing and nearly fell into the rough water below.

"Gah!" Her voice echoed loudly and salty spray made her eyes sting. Her lungs hurt and taste of salt. Trudging through the torn apart hallways she followed her gut. It led her to a gigantic room. Bits of walls were missed, glass littered the floor, fungus and moss was growing on the stairs. A huge throne glared down at her. Her grandfather's throne.

A twist of hate churned inside her gut and she flinched when all the sudden, the wall next to the throne opened, revealing a secret tunnel. She hesitated, staring into the darkness. Then she stepped forward, unsheathing Luke's lightsaber from her belt. The darkness seemed to fold around her, but her chance to turn back disappeared when the doors shut behind her.

Her mind went blank but her gaze hardened. In front of her, hovering on top of a pillar, was the thing she'd been looking for. The Wayfinder. Her hand wrapped around it. A rush of disbelief flowed through her. She'd done it. Finally, she'd found it. Now she could find Palpatine... and end him.

A small movement made her turn around. A cloaked figure stood behind her. A first she thought it might be Kylo, but the figure was female. She could tell by her thin and lean body. A gasp caught in her throat when she saw the figure's face. It was her.

The mirror version of herself activated her lightsaber. Double bladed and red. The Sith Rey had pale skin, with dark circles under her eyes and a malicious grin. "Don't be afraid of who you are." The Sith slurred, repeating Leia's words. But a new meaning was behind them. Rey felt her heart hammer in her chest like a beating drum, getting faster and faster. A cold chill went down her spine and her breathing fastened. "No." She heard herself murmur.

The Sith Rey advanced on her and their sabers met. Red and Blue fire touched. Rey fought herself, the dark part of herself, with all her might. But the Sith Rey only copied her actions exactly, it was like looking in a mirror, meaning that every hit was perfectly blocked. Suddenly, Sith Rey's blades intertwined with Rey's and they stood face to face.

The Sith gave an evil grin and a smaller figure stood behind her. Rey's eyes widened in fear. A small boy, about eight years old, with hazel eyes and black hair stood, holding two burning sabers the colour of fire and blood. "Han." He voice shook and she stumbled back landing outside the tunnel. The Wayfinder slipped from her hands and rolled across the floor.

Thump!

Another hands, covered in a black glove, landed on the device and pick it up. Rey's heart stopped. A familiar foe looked back at her. His black hair wet and grimy and black circles under his dark brown eyes.