Kylo Ren stepped from his command shuttle onto the windswept island. The rain hurled itself at him like a wall, supplemented with the spray of a surging, violent sea. His eyes stung with the salt. The wind howled.

Bracing himself against the wind, he pulled up his hood and moved purposefully up the stone steps then opened up before him, towards a small, medieval village. He was flanked by two of his Knights. As he arrived, and moved into the small hamlet, a cursory glance proved what he suspected. This was Skywalker's lair.

He pushed ajar a metal door, and stepped into his old Master's cavern. Then, he gazed with contempt at the old man's belongings.

See you around, kid.

Kylo pushed back his sabre, readying himself for destruction, when something caught his eye. He moved towards the folded fabric of Luke's Jedi robes. Nestled within, he saw the unmistakable hilt of his uncle's lightsabre.

"Where are we, Master?" One of his Knights asked, from outside the door.

"A tomb," replied Kylo, his voice echoing against the stony walls.

He reached for the sabre, but as he did so he felt a whisper in his ear. A call. His head spun around, and he quickly moved back outside into the rain. "Wait here," he ordered. "And don't come for me unless I call."

Kylo's heavy boots thumped as he made his way towards the rocky shore. As he walked, the whisper grew louder. Something was calling. The sky was darkening, and the storm did not abate, but his feet remained steady as he slowly reached the edge of the shore.

He looked down. The great hole opened up before him, its great maw ringed with blackened, spidery seaweed. He felt a cold finger tap his spine.

Momentarily, he felt the urge the move away. To run. But he stood his ground. His heart knew this place. This place was his. It belonged to the Dark. He lowered himself down towards it, looked down, and jumped.

Almost immediately he felt the freezing cold water envelop him as his heavy bulk crashed into the pool below. But he opened his arms and propelled himself up, his feet finding the rocky bottom as he slowly stepped out of the water into the cavern. He pushed his hands through his hair, slicking it back from his face as he paced up to the black quartz wall that gleamed before him.

Kylo surveyed the mirror, as he unfastened his soaking cape. It dropped to his feet with a slop.

'What is this place?" he said aloud, as he words reverberated around the cavernous walls. The echos subsided, leaving only silence, and the slow tap of water, dripping from above. The sea continued to roar outside, its waves crashing through a tiny crack in the cavern walls, like a caged creature reaching for its prey.

Kylo moved forwards, pulling his gloves from each finger, and dropping them to the ground. He reached out a hand, and pushed.

Instantly, Kylo felt himself enveloped in a tunnel. He was alone. Whereas before, he heard the roar of the ocean, here, he heard nothing. It was completely silent. Before him, was a long, dark mirror. A shadow moved within.

Slowly, the shadow morphed, and took shape.

Vader.

Kylo stepped back, and took as sharp intake of breath. "Grandfather."

Vader said nothing. But then he moved. He removed his mask, and threw it aside, but it revealed no face. There was only a pair of glowing red eyes floating in a black nothingness. Then, his dark robes melted away, lightening first to gray, and then to white. The eyes were slowly surrounded by a face of a young man, handsome. His face grew larger, larger as he eyes changed to a warm brown. And in those eyes...

A girl.

Kylo erupted. Immediately he pulled his lightsabre from his holster, and crashed its blade against the vision. He heard a great smash as the mirror shattered into tiny pieces, spraying him with a million silver shards. Then a huge force punched into him, lifting his from his feet, into the air. He landed heavily on the water, his legs jacknifing above him as he disappeared into the freezing pool. He gasped.

Momentarily, Kylo righted himself, spun around, and pawed for the water's edge. He pulled himself up, onto his feet, and back towards the wall. His face stung. He placed his hands against his skin, then took them away. They were covered with blood.

But the mirrored wall was perfectly intact.

"What is this..." he hissed. And then, with a roar, 'What do you think to show me? Do you think I don't know?" He swept a hand down to retrieve his lightsabre, which now lay on the cold cavern floor.

He paced up against the wall, and drew it again. "That's not going to happen to ME."

Again, he reached out, and pushed against the quartz.

He saw the shadow again, and readied himself. But as it again morphed, and took shape, but then changed again. It was not one girl, but many. Padme. Then... his mother. She was young, pretty.

"Take it away!" he yelled. "I killed it!"

And then, the face changed again. He felt the growl reverberate in his chest even before it stopped moving. Rey. And she wore the exact expression she had all those months ago, in the very instance she made her choice. Disappointment. Her eyes had hardened, closed him out, shut him away. The door closed.

Kylo roared and again raised his lightsabre to crash it into the wall. Red splinters flew up against its surface. Once again, the wall exploded before him, again showering thousands of tiny shards into his face. Again, he felt the lift and the wind against his back, before he again fell into the pool. This time a rock caught him beneath the surface, shredding his tunic and slashing at his flank.

Without stopping for breath, Kylo again rose from the waters, dragging his sword behind him as his face contorted in fury. He roared, and raised his blade once more. But just as he prepared to charge, a flicker of light caught his eye.

He turned.

The glow brightened, into a flame. And then, it lowered, changing to a light green. Inside, sat ravaged, bearded face shrouded in linen robes. Luke Skywalker.

"Hello kid," he said, his voice filled with wry humour. "You going to smash that thing up all night?"