Eight Soulmate Searches…

Rey didn't believe in the notion of soulmates. Yet the mark on her lower back said otherwise. When she first noticed it, she didn't know what the symbol meant; and she wasn't about ready to ask anyone to tell her either. So, she kept the mark hidden the best she could, beneath many lightweight layers of clothing. It wasn't till she'd met an old man at Niima Outpost would she learn the secret behind the mysterious symbol.

Unkar had Rey escort the old man out to a remote village which was a few days journey from the outpost. She'd just turned nineteen and wasn't very fond of dealing with people. It was only day two in their journey when the man saw the mark, thanks to the heated winds of an approaching sandstorm.

"Destiny." The old man tells her out of the blue.

"What?"

"The mark you have. It's an old, ancient mark which means Destiny." The man studied her before continuing on. "You'll have a significant role to play in your soulmate's life."

Rey took the information with little expectation that what the man said as fact. It would take a small BB unit entering her life for her to realize that the old man was right.

At first, she'd thought that maybe Finn could possibly be her soulmate. He did seem to enjoy holding her hand. Between him coming to get her from Starkiller Base, and then helping her battle Kylo Ren, Rey started to think that maybe having Finn as her soulmate wouldn't be so bad. But later on, after Crait, she'd find out that Finn's soulmate mark had been burned off by the First Order. Rose had told her as much.

Then came the fiasco with Kylo Ren, or otherwise known as Ben Solo. She'd felt something for the man during their shared Force bond moments. Pity, understanding, and even sadness. Naturally, Rey started to wonder if he was her soulmate. This idea was tossed out when he'd offered her a chance to rule the galaxy together instead of saving the Resistance and putting an end to their war. Even now, three years later, Kylo Ren still insisted that she and him were destined for one another.

Over those three years, Rey had dealt with five other instances dealing with her mark. There were the two fresh recruits, who Finn ran off before anything could happen. Then there was an informant that believed they were also soulmates in a previously life. This was followed by a former bounty hunter who Lando sent to Resistance with a shipment of supplies. Finally, the last one had been a First Order spy, who was trying to get close to Rey so that he could kidnap her. Poe took care of that particular one.

Each time Rey had discovered that these people weren't her soulmate, she'd felt a tremendous amount of relief, yet also trepidation.

Perhaps her soulmate was dead?

"Cool mark you got there." Poe stated one day after she'd finished sparring with Finn.

"Thanks." Was her reply.

"Kinda cool that yours says Destiny." Poe commented before lifting his workout tank up till he showed her his own mark, resting above his heart. "Mine's Heart. Corny, I know; but that's what Lor San Tekka told my parents. He was the only one able to understand the cuneiform. Something about it being an ancient language. Though, I find it ironic for my mark to say heart right above where my heart is."

As Poe was speaking, Rey could hardly pay any attention to what he was saying thanks to the loud pounding in her ears and a swooping sensation in her gut. Was this the sensation Rose had told her about? Could Poe Dameron be her soulmate? If so, why hadn't she felt this way around him before?

"You have to see your soulmate's mark to know for sure that they are the one." Rose had told her a year ago.

"Rey?" Poe asks, snapping the fingers of one hand in front of her face.

"Sorry?"

"I said, would you like join me in heading down to the mess for supper?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Perfect." Poe replies with a wink.


I know, it's a short one.

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