Underlined - Author's thoughts

BOLD - Visions/Force Ghosts speaking

Italics - Past/memories

Regular - Current time

A quiet wind blew past her, she stood still her eyes shut. She was miles away from the base, her mind was racing. She could hear breathing just behind her, she dared not turn around and see his face. This was the force trying to tell her something, something she did not want to indulge such thoughts. A ghost of a hand reached out and touched her bare shoulder.

"Look at me," he breathed.

"This isn't real," she had to choke out. "This is just a vision."

"Breeve, look at me," he was pleading now.

"No, no, this isn't real, go away," tears now spilled over her cheeks. A gentle pull turned her to face the man she had been running from for years. Kylo Ren stood before her with a concerned look on his face. He was clad in simple black training garb, his hair draped his pale face.

"Where are you, please tell me so I can find you? Have you with me by my side. I need you Breeve."

"No," she screamed, the last thing she saw before his body faded away was a sad emptiness. The force connection was broken. Breeve fell onto her knees and screamed into the misty night air. Then overwhelmed with her own heartbreak and sadness began to weep.

He had been older, almost 7 years older, much taller than herself, and so beautiful. He was kind and gentle. He always held back when he trained with her. She would blush when he would help with her stances, his large warm soft hands on her naked shoulders. She would giggle when he would stand on his hands and wobble upside down to where she would meditate on the cliff sides each day.

She had cried when she had to escape that night. A sudden strength and viciousness in his body as he brought the temple down. Countless dead younglings, she had fled at Master Skywalker's discreet order. She had seen him leave with several of her own friends, taking them to wherever the dark side was calling to Kylo.

Ben Solo had died, her Ben. Their budding forbidden relationship, their secret glances and smiles. Featherlike touches and soft kisses. She mourned the loss of her friend. Wailing on the cliff side, she clutched her gut as she hunched over. She gripped her hair at the base of her head and screamed into the night. Her face beet red and eyes puffy, her throat raw, and her knuckles bloody.

Luke Skywalker watched from afar, a sadness in his heart not for losing his nephew Ben, but from the genuine sadness in his padawan. The rain pouring down and thunder clashing was coming from her. He knew she had power such as this; she was just too timid to call upon it; she had held back. It was especially dangerous in these moments of weakness, but he couldn't help but empathize with the girl.

Breeve Kenobi had calmed her cries and sat still, trying to catch her breath. Luke saw this as his opportunity and went over to place his cloak on her quivering shoulders. She wasn't cold, rather soaking wet. As she became more quiet, the weather seemed to follow suit, allowing the rain to still and bring a warm fog over the island.

Leia had sensed something was not sitting well with the young Jedi. Breeve Kenobi, Jedi Knight, by Luke Skywalker's standards, the last Jedi, he had said to Leia the night he left seeking isolation. It was also the last night Leia, Kylo Ren, or Breeve could feel his presence in the force. Cut off, is what Breeve had briefly mentioned to Leia. That was years ago, almost 3 to be exact.

Breeve Kenobi now stood next to General Organa at the meeting. She was thinking back on that night with her master. The goal of the resistance took a turn when Leia decided they needed to find her brother. They were looking for Luke Skywalker.

Leia had taken Breeve in without question, she had raised the girl right after she and Han had sent their son to train with Luke. After three years it was clear Breeve was force sensitive. They expected no less of the granddaughter of old Obi Wan Kenobi. Her parents had died supporting the rebels. Neither parent was a Jedi, but Leia had a sneaking suspicion they were just not aware of their own talents.

When Leia had reached out to Luke about sending another student his way, she had not expected to see so much joy from him. Leia wasn't a fool, she saw the way Ben and Breeve acted around each other. Luke, however, was just as blind as he had always been to this sort of thing. Nonetheless, Luke trained Breeve for six years before she decided to return to Leia.

Breeve had reached out several times at Leia's insistence through the force to find Luke but with no luck. Breeve thanked the force for Leia, she was helpful with her own Jedi training, but Breeve felt conflicted on another matter she was not ready to speak about aloud yet. She kept having visions, and the force was telling her it was the future, or what could be, that is. She received two similar visions with very different endings. Ben was in them. Or should she say Kylo Ren?

Breeve shivered at the thought of her old friend and just how evil he had become. Leia would remind Breeve that there was still good in him, that Ben was still in there. Of course, she did not truly understand their relationship when they were both Luke's padawans. Breeve knew there was still good in him, their thinning connection still warmed her on the coldest nights, it frightened her, the possibility of one of her visions becoming a reality if she sought him out. The force broadcasting each other physically in random moments scared her most.

"San Tekka, that's who we need to find. I know where he is," Leia looked down at Breeve and smiled weakly. "You will travel there with Po Dameron to find more information on my brother's whereabouts."

Breeve closed her eyes and placed her hand on her forehead. She felt all eyes on her, Dameron was excited to be a part of another critical resistance mission and stepped up next to her.

After the group dissipated, Dameron talked excitedly about the mission to her and Leia, who stood near Breeve. Leia could sense Breeve's apprehension of the situation. Leia excused herself and the young Jedi to the spot they often meditated.

"What is the matter?" Leia asked with a hand on Breeve's back.

"I do not have a good feeling about this, General."

"I know, I feel it too, but this is necessary, we need to find Luke."

"I know we will find the information you seek, I believe something will cause me not to return for a while."

Leia's face turned to one of concern, "what do you see, Breeve?"

"I do not know, it is dark, I think I know why I see this darkness though. I believe Kylo Ren will be there. I know I must go to help Dameron, he will be successful by my hand, so I must go with him. I just do not wish to be taken from the resistance so soon. I also fear that Kylo Ren seeks Master Skywalker for vengeance; he wishes to kill him."

Leia pondered on Breeve's words and dropped her hands. She walked towards the campsite and wished Breeve a good rest. The Jedi remained sitting on the ground with a sadness in her heart. Leia knew she was right, she could sense something was coming.

Breeve was sitting cross-legged on the cliff side when she felt someone sit next to her. She knew who it was before even opening her eyes. A warm blush grew across her face. She dared not look at the man who stirred such feelings in her.

He groaned and stretched his legs over the cliff side; she opened one eye to observe him. He had his eyes closed and his hands were placed far behind him, flat on the ground to support himself, the wind blowing his semi wet hair behind him.

He was beautiful, she would admit that only to herself. He opened his eyes and smiled widely when he caught her looking over at him. She blushed harder and closed her eyes tightly, trying to meditate, to clear her mind.

"Hello Breeve," he said smoothly, a hint of cheekiness in his voice.

"Hello Ben, how did you sleep?" She gave up trying to focus and turned to face him, her legs still crossed.

"I am well rested, would you care to spar before everyone joins us?"

Breeve grinned and rose to her feet quickly, Ben got up now towering over her smaller stature. He was putting on muscle; he wasn't as thin as he was when they had started their training. His hair had gotten longer, the sun had darkened his skin adding freckles here and there. She mentally planted her face in her hands for gawking at him openly again.

She struck first, going for his side with her foot. He didn't even dodge, he grabbed her foot in both his hands, and he didn't let go either. He smiled that big smile again. She felt her belly warm at the soft grip he had on her leg. She tried to act unphased and attempted to jab his shoulder, he suddenly pulled her leg causing her to crumple into him, he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her into his chest.

A soft whisper floated into her ear, "you look absolutely beautiful this morning, Breeve." Then she felt his lips ghost her cheek and suddenly he was a foot away from her. Master Skywalker turned the corner and saw Ben in his fighting stance and Breeve gawking stupidly at Ben. Luke shook his head with a smile and headed to the eating hall. Breeve watched Ben wink and follow their master. He walked past her, but his hand struck out and grabbed hers so she would follow as well.

Breeve opened her eyes. Her dream was of all those years ago on Yavin 4. She felt tears whelm, but she did not let them fall. Instead, she got dressed and began meditating again. She had often wondered what it would be like to see Kylo in person, every time he appeared to her he seemed so much softer than people had been saying. She heard he was ruthless, pure evil, and unforgiving. She shook her head, how could her Ben be full of so much rage. Hours passed and the early morning suddenly became midday. Dameron came to get her for their departure. Leia hugged Breeve Kenobi. She was the only one who knew she may not be coming back as planned.

Once the ship had taken off for Jakku Po Dameron began chattering to Breeve, asking about her childhood and what it was like to grow up with Ewoks. Breeve didn't mind the small conversations and questions. She missed her parents and liked to talk about them and her fond childhood.

Her father was the son of Obi Wan Kenobi and queen of Manalore, Satine Kryze. Their son took a stronger role with the mandalorians, growing up with Bo-Katan. Breeve's father then met his wife and her mother, Enfys Nest, the leader of the rebel pirate group, the Cloud Riders. Together they fought with the resistance, meeting Luke and Leia during the war. It wasn't until they passed away on a mission, leaving their only daughter, Breeve Kenobi, growing up with the Ewoks on the moon of Endor. Luscious trees and plants, Leia had received word of the orphaned girl and went to pick her up after a year or two.

Leia had grown very fond of the girl, she had always wanted a daughter. Han was rarely there, he wasn't much help to the resistance, and after their son left to train, he found himself back in the swing of things of his older self. They had discovered Breeve's force sensitive nature when a particular fight brought about wild storms. The waves of heavy downpour mimicked Breeve's tears. That's when they had approached Luke about another student. Before Dameron could learn any more about the mysterious Jedi woman their droid had alerted them of their imminent landing.

They had arrived at Jakku at night; they preferred this, as the desert wasteland of a planet was quite hot and ugly, just being sand. Breeve and Dameron walked into the tiny village. A tall, older man met them at the center. He said a few things to Dameron, and the pair walked into a nearby tent. Breeve felt chills roll down her back, the force was telling her something was coming. Suddenly the droid they had travelled with started coming through the sand, chirping frantically.

Breeve immediately went to work on not allowing Kylo to sense her presence. She followed the droid and pushed aside the tent flaps catching the last of their conversation as a small pouch was placed into Dameron's hands.

"To me, she's royalty," San Tekka said gruffly with a smile.

"Well, she certainly is that." Dameron turned to look at his droid and a frowning Breeve. "We've got company," Dameron said to San Tekka.

They collectively left the tent in a hurry as three large ships landed, storm troopers marching out of them. No sign of Kylo Ren, Breeve thought with relief as she directed Dameron and BB-8 to the ship before they could take off. She wanted desperately to protect these people but she knew where her true mission lied. Before debating another second their ship was shot, that's when Breeve felt him, his dark icy presence was here.

"You have to leave. Go!," she screamed to them both. She turned back to look at the ship and then looked to the village that the troopers were rounding up. The ship took another shot in the side and Dameron screamed after her as she sprinted towards the villager, she Jedi in her couldn't let these people die.

Then her mind went quiet, the ship landed and he was walking out. Po Dameron, like the trigger-happy idiot he was, ran out and shot his blaster. Breeve was still hiding behind the sand hill with the droid. She watched him stop in his tracks as quick as his blast froze mid-air. Storm troopers sprinted out and dragged him to Kylo's feet.

"So who talks first? You talk first?" Dameron asked sarcastically, Breeve turned and told the droid to run, they would be back for it.

"The old man gave it to you," Kylo all but growled.

"It's just very hard to understand you with all the…" Dameron motioned to his face.

"Search him," Kylo said simply.

"... Apparatus," Dameron trailed off as he was searched roughly. Kylo ordered him to be taken aboard after the search turned up nothing.

"Sir, the villagers." A silver stormtrooper motioned to the huddled group of people.

"Kill them all." Kylo Ren commanded, Breeve couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing, a rip in her heart reopened.

"Come here," Ben Solo patted the space between his legs, he was sitting on his cot. Breeve stood timidly in the doorway debating whether she should obey. He said it again, patting the space harder.

Breeve played with a strand of her long red hair. She giggled at the serious tone in the older man's voice. He winked at her and she stuck her tongue out. Walking over she sat at the edge of the seat. Ben pulled her into a hug and then began braiding her hair.

"What happens when you're ready to leave this place?" Breeve asked.

"I'll take you with me," Ben said simply.

Warm pooled in her belly at his words and warm strokes of his hands in her hair.

"I'm being serious," she giggled again.

"I am too," Ben stopped to look her in the face, "I love you Bree. I want to marry you."

The tent flap opened, and an angry Luke stamped in. The young couple stood up awkwardly staring back at their master. Luke had barely touched his lightsaber, but everyone had seen the unconscious decision.

"What do you think you are doing? This is an abhorrent act, do you realize what will happen if you fall further down this path?"

Breeve looked to her feet, she knew what he would say.

"The most evil Jedi to leave the order indulged in his own lust and his confusion. His refusal to let go of his attachments led to the splitting apart of the galaxy. The demise of millions of Jedi, families, women, children. We have a code to protect ourselves and the ones we love. Ben, you of all people know better." Breeve quickly left the tent. She clenched her eyes shut as the pair behind her began yelling back and forth.

"Bree," Ben shouted, pushing aside Luke. He gathered Breeve up in his arms and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

She felt conflicted, yet she couldn't help but play his words back in her head. They seemed to echo repeatedly.

"Kill them all." Kylo Ren commanded.

The silver stormtrooper stepped forward, this storm trooper was tall and seemingly female, she announced that on her command they shoot the villagers. Breeve couldn't stop herself; she jumped out with her two lightsabers, catching the entire village and first order off guard.

Breeve stood in front of everyone, the pale pink of her sabers illuminating her face. Her light tan and forest green garb complimented her furious red hair that spilled over her shoulders and down to her waist. It was too dark to make out her entire face, but her pale blue eyes were sending dangers to the planet's trespassers.

"Kylo Ren," Breeve shouted loudly, her voice seemed to cause the ground to shake. Everyone had fear in their eyes as the two lightsaber wielders approached each other quickly. Standing but three feet apart, the space around them fell in silence.

"Breeve Kenobi, look how old you've become," Kylo said through his mask, he seemed almost mocking. She couldn't understand what he was saying, was it not him who she saw through the force?

"Something far worse has happened to you," Breeve managed to choke out, she was fighting anger and sorrow. Tears threatened to spill.

"You know what I've come for. I however, never expected for it to be you."

"Don't forget, I know where you come from. Before you called yourself Kylo Ren. The First Order rose from the darkside... you did not."

"Oh my girl, I'll show you the dark side."

Breeve stuck her chin in the air and prepared to strike, "You may try, but you will fail," she said proudly.

In a flash of struggle Kylo pinned her to the ground, their sabers sending red and pink sparks in every direction, the sound was violent and screeching. Kylo seemed to lean in closer than he already was with his chest pressing her further down. He whispered something so softly he could see the flutter of her eyelids. Ravid lust filled his body as her memories started to pop into his mind.

"I was only but a boy then, you silly girl." Breeve screamed, pushing physically and mentally against him. She could feel his lust and hunger rolling off of him in thick hot waves. Tendrils of her own lust pulled her into his grasp, until she heard someone so familiar, yet so foreign speak clearly in her mind.

"Breeve, you must not let go."

With the mental clarity she pushed enough to throw him off of her. That's when his hand struck out, catching her by her shaggy mane of hair. She was brutally thrown into the sand; she rolled down the slight hill. Everyone in the village dared not let out a breath watching the force users.

When Kylo went to stand before her, he had used his mind to send her into a sleep. Breeve had fallen unconscious with her light sabers now neatly tucked into Kylo's waist band. He pointed to the group before him.

"Kill them all, kill the pilot, we no longer need the map, I believe we have everything we have been searching for."