Star Wars: A dyad in the Force Chapter 4: The Eye of Weebish Bog, a star wars fanfic

Warning: Major Spoilers of TRoS.

Note: This is a Reylo FanFiction(slow-burn)

「Act 4: The Eye of Weebish Bog」

The red glow of his lightsaber snagged from time to time on his cheek scar, making it appear as a crack of lava splashed his face. The scar was there to remind him that there were things that struggled to survive. Usually, the Supreme Leader showed no mercy to anything or anyone, but he appreciated those who fought against. Like the scavenger of Jakku. Since the first day he met her, she was rebelling against him. Even when she was terrified, she would face her fear. Ren believed she was stupid or brave. But either way, she had impressed him.

Now, he brought destruction to Mustafar as he cut through the pathetic Mustafarian colonists. A few of the stormtroopers were aiding his fight. General Armitage Hux remained far away, only watching as they battled through the gloomy woods of Corvax Fen. He saw Kylo Ren as a blunt instrument going after the forsaken ghost and putting all the First Order's plans behind schedule. He couldn't wait to leave the disgusting planet. He couldn't understand how Allegiant General Pryde found the beauty in those actions.

Hux always believed that true beauty came from discipline and order. And since Supreme Leader Snoke died, nothing was mesmerizing in Ren's actions. Contrariwise, he was holding the First Order back. Even General Pryde made no sense any longer. Hux tried to hide his annoyance as he noted Ren not sparing his fallen foes a single glance. It was like something out of a dream or better, something out of a nightmare.

His face showed disappointment that the killing was over. However, Ren didn't cross the galaxy to kill those hapless creatures obsessed with protecting Vader's legacy. He was there to grasps something that belonged to him as the bloodline of Dark Vader. Something that would reveal him the map to the unknown parts of the galaxy. The mysterious object was nearly within his grasps.

He gathered himself and strode away into the forest. No one followed him in the dangerous and dark woods, which suited him fine. He preferred to be alone. After all, he always gave his battles alone. There was only one fight that was extraordinary and almost unreal. It was when he fought side to side with the scavenger against Snoke's guards. That fight had a unique balance. They both fought as one in a synchronized pace completing each other.

The trees broke open onto a small lake with brackish water. He felt the ground under his feet becoming soggy. She was watching him. He sensed her again. He ignored her and approached the surface as the water bubbled up, sending small waved to lap at his boots. And then it happened. Suddenly a hairless creature with wetness and pasty skin appeared. The eyes were shut, and there was a small creature clinging against his massive bald head and across its shoulder. It was like the spidery being enslaved the larger creature. Yet, neither could survive alone.

"I know what you seek. I am the Eye of Weebish Bog." the tiny spider creature said as it observed Kylo Ren.

Ren's emotionless gaze fell against the creature, and he uttered strongly, "You will give it to me."

"No, need!" the Eye laughed, making an eerie squealing noise, "You think my lord would have left it the care of one who could be swayed by a trick of the Force?"

He realized that the creature was laughing at him. And no, of course not, his grandfather would know better. He glared at the Eye in silence. He had not time to play any games, but the eye was still taking its time to narrate him through. "I must warn you; we burn away deception. If you decide to follow this path, you will encounter your true self." He noticed that Ren was growing impatient. "Fine then, according to Lord Vader's wish, you have defeated my protectors and earned it. His Wayfinder." The creature pointed towards a small land in the lake. On it was a stone structure, like an altar.

Ren turned away from the creature and walked into the shallow lake. He turned off his saber and hooked it to his belt. He went on, walking deeper into the lake. His boots and cloak soaking wet as the warm water sucked at his feet. He ignored it as he reached the altar. He picked up the pyramidical object, and it fitted in his hand. He had traveled a long way for this, and yet he hesitated, gazing at the pyramid with distrust.

"It will guide you through the Unkown Regions." the Eye revealed, "To the hidden world of Exegol. To him."

Kylo turned around and noted that the Eye of Webbish Bog was gone. He was not sure how long he was staring at the pyramid. But it was time to find answers. He jumped into his modified TIE and decided to make the next part of the journey on his own. No one protested. He connected the pyramid to his navicomputer, attaching the glass etching indicated ports. He turned on the engine and jumped to lightspeed. The stars turned to streams of matter.

The trip would be worth the risk. He would destroy anyone or anything he would find on Exegol. No one would question his right to rule. Ren was done with masters. He would not long be no one's lackey. He had enough of that in his life. Now he would only trust and support himself.

He managed to arrive at Exegol. The force was strong there, but it was different. Twisted, rotten, and decay. He hated that smell. Lighting crackled in the gap between the ground and the edifice. There he met with a forgotten enemy. The emperor himself. He was supposed to be killed by Vader for decades. Yet, there he was rotten but much alive. Suppose alive someone could call him. His first thought was to kill him. Palpatine had comforted, guided, and tormented him all these years.

Ren knew, and he knew it well, not to allow himself to feel a kinship with him. However, he couldn't deny that the Jedi and the rest of the Galaxy would consider Kylo Ren to be unnatural. An abomination. A monster, as the scavenger had called him. The emperor started offering him so much power. His heart was racing. A starfield of Destroyers was offered to him. It was the largest fleet the galaxy had ever known. He knew now, all the rumors were true. Exegol was a world populated by the Sith Eternal.

The vision of the rising fleet burned his sight, as everything he saw could be his. Yet he was no fool. No Sith willingly gave up a throne. He had a painful history to prove him that. He was now Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader of the First Order. Before, he was the leader of the Knight of Ren. Before that, he had been the presumptive heir to the Skywalker legacy, son of a princess, and Han Solo. This time he would not be fooled.

He left Exegol to promise that he would find Rey and kill her after the Emperor had told him who she was. He lied. He had other plans. Honestly, did the Emperor think that he would murder the only person he cared about in the whole Galaxy? He would not kill her. He wanted to turn her to the Dark Side and keep her next to him.

After Exegol, he crossed paths with Albrekh. He was the first Symeong whom he had ever met. He was supposed to be a Sith alchemist trained in classic metallurgy, capable of smithing feats unheard of in the modern galaxy. Ren placed the shards of his old mask onto the stone table where Albrekh was waiting. He was not sure if he would manage to fix the mask and put the pieces together. Most of the pieces were warped beyond recognition. The alchemist spread all the pieces across the table and started working.

Kylo had summoned the Knight of Ren. True be told, he was working fine on his own. But he needed them now to aid him in finding the scavenger quickly. The knights were waiting behind him. Trudgen and Kuruk were close at his shoulders. Calling them together again had been unexpectedly and perhaps uncannily easy. They accepted him too without question him. The trial years ago still stood, and he remained their rightful leader.

The alchemist balanced the mask and repeated the process until the mask was ready and fully cooled. Ren took it and wore it. It was heavier than ever. It reeked of molten metal. It was perfect. Broken and re-formed as his grandfathers.

Upon his return to Steadfast, he found out there had been a spy. He had sought and killed one that was working with him. It seemed that inside the First Order, there was a spy well hidden. Diplomacy and politics were never his strong point. But he could not avoid meetings with the rest of the Generals of the First Order. His commands were simply: crush any worlds that defy the First Order, and he, with his knights, would hunt down the scavenger.

The Emperor wanted the scavenger dead. But that was not Kylo's plan. He wanted to kill the past. Rule over the galaxy. And he would not decline the massive fleet on Exegol that was offered to him. But the ambition that cut into his being was the thought of reigning side by side with her. They were connected. Even the force wanted them together. They had defeated Snoke. Together they would rule the Galaxy.

Yet it was easier said than done. He had sensed her from time to time. But after Snoke's death, they had never connected for a long amount of time. It was like the scavenger was avoiding him.

She sensed him first, and then she saw him. It felt so familiar as her own breath. It was a Force connection, their first since Crait. There in front of her was Kylo Ren. Black-clad as always and his cape sweeping along the ground. He was staring at her through his mask. She noted that the mask was different. A patchwork of wicked black pieced together with angry red lines. Her skin felt cold.

His words came out loud and on point, "Palpatine wants you dead." He already knew the spy had informed the Resistance that the Emperor was back and that he was plotting for revenge.

Her eyes pinned him. "Serving another master?" she quizzed, feeling strangely disappointed. She thought after killing Snoke; he would at least not follow any other dark lord.

"No!" Ren voiced. Of course, he would never become anyone else's fool. "I have other plans."

Short silence cut between them. He stared at her through the mask. "I offered you my hand once," he said in a calm tone."You wanted to take it."

Rey remained silent. She didn't deny it. She would take his hand. Though not Kylo Ren's hand. Never his. In the back of her head, a hidden thought remained. She would have accepted Ben's hand.

"Why didn't you?" Ren questioned curiously.

The response came. "You could have killed me. Why didn't you?"

Ren paused and observed her. "You can't hide, Rey. Not from me."

And he was right. She hated that her mind was an open book to him. But she focused more on the way he said her name. It did something strange to her. To hear her name on his lips. Had he ever call her with her name before? She couldn't remember. The shock of seeing him again after so long was slowly wearing off. She began to notice other details. His voice carried an undercurrent of tension, or maybe even regret. His boots were muddy. Even his cloaked form cast a shadow on the desert floor.

A memory came to life in her mind, clear and solid. "I see through the cracks in your masks," she said, winning his attention. The memory created Han's hand on Kylo's cheek, gazing at his son with so much love even as his dying body fell over. "You are haunted. You can't stop seeing what you did to your father," she added as she wrapped her mind around the memory and threw it at Kylo.

He flinched, surprised.

He fought back by throwing a memory back at her. Tally marks scratched into the downed, sand-filled AT-AT. "Do you still count the days since your parents left? So much pain in you! Such anger." he uttered, walking towards her.

She steeled herself.

"Where are you?" Ren asked her reaching out for her mind and grabbing some of her thoughts. "A place that reminds you of Jakku. Waiting for your parents. The ache of being alone."

His words ached her heart. But she stood strong and didn't show any weakness. Her eyes were not filled with tears. She simply gazed at him trying to mimic his old emotionless expression.

Again he was surprised by her reaction. He noted she was slowly getting stronger. "My mother doesn't see the darkness in you." he went on relentlessly, trying to win her attention. "Your friends don't either. But I do!"

He was wrong about all of it. The need for hurting him back rose. "Leia knows about my dark visions and rage. But she didn't walk away on me..." She opened her mouth to continue as she walked away from him. But he moved fast in other space and loomed over her—his scent of molten iron.

He tried to ignore her words. But she managed to inflict a wound in his heart, almost shaking his being. His parents were still a topic he didn't want to discuss. "I don't want to kill you," he told the truth. "I will find you and turn you to the dark side." He leaned a bit closer towards her, and his words sounded like a whisper against the air. "When I offer you my hand again. You'll take it!"

"We'll see!" she snapped.

Before Rey could blink, he ripped the necklace from her neck and disappeared. Her finger drifted her neck to space where the necklace was.

This was the most powerful Force connection they ever had. Even when she was on Anch-To, and their hands had met, it felt nothing like this. It was so vivid and so dangerous. This time, they had been in each other's spaces. A worried feeling grew inside her. That the next time they would meet, things would be even worse. And she was right. The next time she saw him. He flew his Tie whisper along the flat desert, and she was a bright presence in his mind.

Han Solo was his past. She was his light. And he killed his past to keep being Kylo Ren. And there he was still in agony. He could not shake the memory of his father away. Maybe the Emperor was right. A dark voice reminded him. She needed to die. Or better, he needed to kill the light in her.

There she stood waiting for him. The scavenger was terrified; he could sense it. Yet again, despite her terror, she was unwavering, ready, and waiting. She should be mindless with fear. How could she resist? How much of a fool was she?

Rage clouded his vision. He didn't care about the Emperor and his fucking fleet. He didn't care about the Star Destroyers. He just wanted his pain to end. How much longer would he have to go through all this pain? If Rey wanted to survive what came next, she would have to gather more power. If she would find out who she really was. She had to show him who she was. He stared at her as she pulled her lightsaber and lit it. Ren hit the throttle.

Next, she allowed the TIE to approach. Sensing it was the right time, she turned away and glanced back. When he was close enough, she pressed forward and picked up speed. She leaped up and flipped backward; she let the lightsaber strike down at the support pylon. The TIE crushed in a cloud of dust. She landed in the sand, watching the TIE start to wobble. Out of control, The TIE tumbled, and the wings ripped apart. The remaining ball held Kylo inside and rolled against the sand until it slammed into an embankment.

She had no time to give a damn about Kylo Ren. Rey gritted her teeth as she watched in terror a transport of the First Order flying away with Chewie in it. She called the force and tried to control it. She would not let them take Chewie from her. She wouldn't let Ren have him.

Ren climbed out of the remaining TIE and yanked his mask to gain some fresh air. He acted like an idiot. His stomach felt sick. He had finally stepped around the burning wreckage of his TIE. His rage had won over him, and he never thought that the scavenger had a plan. With this realization came another certainty, ever more gut-wrenching. He was relieved he hadn't killed her.

His older master Snoke, or the Emperor, whoever was behind that darkness, had always encouraged him to pursue his impulses. But his impulse to kill Rey would ruin everything. Honestly, he never wished to kill or hurt Rey. Indeed in his rage, his dark side rose, and he became more dangerous. A monster as she would call him. Kylo didn't know how to reconcile that.

The path to the dark side lay in succumbing to one's desires. But his deepest desire, the thing he wanted most, would require planning and patience. The Emperor had figured out how to embrace a plan so long-suffering and painstakingly careful it boggled the mind. His thoughts were interrupted as he sensed a tug in the Force. Far away, Rey stood in the sand, straining her arm and reaching towards the flying transport.

He paused and tried to stop her. His force reached out, almost making the transport escape. He knew he was pushing her. And she demonstrated unbelievable, mind-blowing power as she made the flying transport explode. The Emperor was right. Ren witness it. Dark power. Sith power. She had beaten him again, and yet his time, he was filled with triumph. Hoping that the scavenger was almost ready to turn.

It was a quick shuttle trip back to the command ship. And it hadn't given Kylo Ren nearly enough time to prepare. To prepare what was waiting for him. Wookiee was waiting for him. He tried to convince himself that he had all the power now. He was, after all, the mighty Kylo Ren. The Wookiee was his past. He meant nothing to him.

Nothing.

Ren opened the door of the Interrogation Six and stepped inside, trying to bring his rallying thought to an end. Chewbacca was cuffed to the wall. He looked up at Ren, fury in his eyes. It was time once again to face his past. Ren hid a sigh as he took all his strength to gaze at the Wookiee.

The room was filled in silence...

「Upcoming Chapter: Act Five」

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