Halo

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Chapter Ten-Rey's Vision

Kylo had never known darkness like this, the kind that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralysing fear. In this darkness he stood still, muscles cramped and unable to move. He only knew his eyes were still there because he could feel himself blink. Kylo revolved slowly, trying his best to ascertain where Rey was, he couldn't see her through the impenetrable dark, but a quiet whimper coming from the left of him, motivated him to move in that direction.

"Rey?" He called out, surprised at how steady his voice sounded. "Can you hear me?" The only response from Rey was another soft whimper.

The darkness continued suffocating Kylo's body like a damp, musty, thick blanket, clinging to every inch of his pale skin. He still couldn't make out anything at all.

"Rey." He said again. "Are you hurt? Call out to me."

Rey let out a choked sob. Frustration built up in Kylo when she didn't simply answer him. Whatever this darkness was, it was clearly affecting her, but in a different way. It had robbed him of his sight, but he could still hear, think and feel. He was certain she would have responded if she could. The suffocating fear that the darkness invoked must have disabled her. It had done the same to him at first before he managed to overcome it by utilising the Force.

The Force?

Of course!

Kylo closed his eyes and gave himself over to the Force. He felt the mysterious energy field surround him, guiding his steps toward Rey. He could sense that she was close, he extended his hand, fingers outstretched as he sought in vain to reach her. He felt his fingers connect with something solid, cylindrical, familiar-the hilt of his lightsaber.

The shock of feeling his fingers automatically curling around the haft made Kylo's eyes flare open in surprise. To his horror he found it was ignited. The crackling red blade bathed Rey in a crimson glow as she cowered in front of him. She was the only bright spot in the darkness. The fear was strong in her eyes as she looked up at him, he could smell it. His gaze dropped to his traitorous hand, only to find it encased in leather. His hands had been naked before. He hadn't been wearing gloves. Kylo reeled backwards, one of his boots sliding in the soft snow as he moved.

Snow?

Where was he?

He spun around, his breathing harsh and shallow, only to be confronted by the Knights of Ren in full battle gear arrayed behind him. Kylo's eyes opened wide in terror as he realised, he was dressed the same. His helmet covered the rising panic showing on his face as he stood in front of his knights. Blood soaked the snow at his feet. His heart threatened to beat its way out of his chest as he tried to work out what the hell was going on. He tried to turn off his saber, but his fingers wouldn't co-operate. It was like he was trapped in some hellish dream-

That was it!

A dream!

No?

A vision!

A Force vision!

But not his…Rey's.

And for some reason he-Kylo Ren-was playing a starring role.

Kylo's crazed thoughts tumbled around his frazzled mind. He told himself that fear was simply brain chemicals, the thought calmed him down enough as he attempted to analyse the situation. He recalled the way their minds had temporarily bridged outside the castle, when they had been admiring the view and he had longed to see what she could see. It was happening again, involuntarily this time. The realisation behind what was causing the whole nightmarish scenario allowed Kylo to focus. He needed to separate their minds. Closing his eyes, he concentrated hard, envisioning the separation in his head.

As he began to pull away, he saw a flurry of images pass through his mind-the halls of Cloud City, where Skywalker had once fought Darth Vader before learning Vader was his father. He heard Skywalker screaming in disbelief at the revelation, as well as the words of the late Jedi Master Yoda speaking about the energies of the Force. Kylo then saw Skywalker himself kneeling before a burning temple alongside his astromech droid, R2-D2. He felt sick to his stomach as this particular image flitted in front of him. He was thankful when the scene shifted to Jakku, where he saw Rey as a young girl screaming for her family to return as they departed in a starship-it was heart-breaking

Breathing hard, Kylo opened his eyes again, only to find wetness coating his cheeks as he shared Rey's remembered pain at her parent's abandonment. She stood in front of him, her eyes glassy, her mouth stretched tight with pain. Her hand was extended toward him, the pads of her fingers lightly resting against his. They stared at one another for a full minute, before confusion flickered in her eyes and she dropped her hand back to her side.

"Rey." Kylo said tentatively, his voice was almost unrecognisable it was so hoarse. "Don't be scared. It's over now."

Rey shook her head, retreating away from him. "What was that? What did you do to me?" She cried.

Of course, she would blame him, Kylo thought bitterly. It was an automatic reaction from anyone who came to know him. He lowered his hand and stared at her resentfully. "I didn't do anything. That was all on you."

"Liar." She shot back at him, but there was doubt in her eyes now.

"You're strong with the Force, Rey." Kylo revealed. "I sensed it as soon as we met."

Rey's stress hormones went into overdrive as she tried to make sense of what he was saying. He might as well have been speaking a foreign language as far as she was concerned. She didn't want this. She didn't want any of it. It had been a mistake to leave Jakku.

"I don't want to any of this." She faltered. "I just want to go back to Jakku."

"There's nothing left for you on Jakku." Kylo persisted. "You can't run from this, Rey."

"You're one to talk." Rey retorted tremulously. "You're running from something. Or you're hiding something. You lied about being part of the Resistance."

"No, you presumed." Kylo pointed out harshly. "I just never corrected you."

"Who are you?" Rey demanded.

"I told you my name."

"Ben Solo?"

"Yes. You know Han is my father." Kylo snapped impatiently. Her questions were ridiculous. "My mother is a General in the Resistance. Show me the lie."

Rey's breathing quickened as she tried to make sense of everything. Her horrific vision had shaken her up considerably. She couldn't shake the image of the man in the mask and his terrifying vision out of her head. "I don't understand anything." She whispered pitifully.

Kylo felt a rush of empathy break through his resentment. She sounded so lost, so vulnerable. He knew how that felt. "I can help you."

"You can?"

"Yes. I can show you the ways of the Force. I can train you, help you harness your power."

"Are you a…a Jedi?" Rey felt her panic recede a little at his offer of help.

"I was trained by one." Kylo told her a partial truth.

"If you're not a Jedi who trained you?" Rey asked curiously.

"My uncle." Kylo could barely contain the bitterness in his tone as he spat his uncle's name. "Luke Skywalker."

As he expected Rey's hazel eyes shone with awe as soon as he mentioned his uncle's name. It made his resentment flare up again. "He's not the hero you think he is." He growled.

"You are so full of anger." Rey took another step away from him as the light died in her eyes. "What happened to make you so estranged from your own family?"

"That is none of your business, scavenger."

"You're right. It is none of my business." Rey was wary now as she watched his temper flare. It didn't take much to set him off. She began to look for an avenue of escape, she was tired of this discourse. Still shaken from the nightmarish vision, she decided she wanted no part of this cosmic destiny. "I thank you for your offer, but I'm afraid I must decline."

Her rejection of his offer left a bitter taste in the back of Kylo's throat. His mood darkened considerably as it reopened old wounds that he thought he had long since buried. Without realising what he was doing, he stepped forward intimidatingly, the forefinger of his right hand raised in a gesture of impatience-much like the one Han had often made in the past at his mother during one of their many arguments.

The way Kylo stalked toward her was so reminiscent of the way the masked man from her vision moved that Rey startled. She scurred backwards, her heartrate speeding up as fear took over. She instinctively tapped into the Force, and to her surprise, the lightsaber-which had been nestled snugly inside the box-flipped past Kylo's head and landed straight into her opened hand as it obeyed her call. Her fingers curled around the hilt and she accidentally ignited it. The blue plasma blade shot out, startling Rey further. She dropped it and it clattered onto the stone floor, landing at Kylo's feet.

"I didn't…I don't know what happened." She pleaded with him. Kylo's expression was indecipherable as he stared down at the lightsaber by his feet. "Ben, please, look at me." She continued to beg. "I know you weren't going to hurt me. I…."

Maz Kanata materialised out of the shadows. "That lightsaber was Luke's and his fathers before him. But now it calls to you." Her beady eyes slid to Kylo, who was still transfixed by the saber at his feet.

"I have to get back to Jakku." Rey said breathlessly. She was desperate to escape now.

"Han told me." Maz said softly. "Dear child, I see it in your eyes. You already know the truth. Whoever you are waiting for on Jakku, they are never coming back." She paused, her gaze flitting briefly to Kylo again. "But there is someone who still could."

"I can't do this." Rey whispered desolately.

"I am no Jedi, but I know the Force. It moves forward and surrounds every living thing. Close your eyes. Feel it. The light it has always been there. It will guide you. The saber. Take it."

"I'm not touching that thing again. I don't want any part of this." Rey cried, and took off before anyone could stop her.

Rey's sudden disappearance jolted Kylo out of his daze. He looked around, his eyes coming back into focus. "Where's is she? Where's Rey?"

Maz looked at him searchingly as she pulled the thick lensed goggles from the top of her head and placed them over her small eyes, magnifying them to epic proportions. Whatever she saw seemed to confuse her as she stared up at Kylo in dismay. "The events are out of order. I don't understand." She murmured; her tone perplexed.

Kylo didn't bother to wait to question the old pirate, instead he picked up the saber and ran off, desperately calling Rey's name.

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