Thank you for the feedback so far! Hopefully I can keep up the interest. I think the visions they both see are about to get much darker. And, just a warning, I eat misery and heartbreak for breakfast, so please don't hold out for a very happy outcome at the end...

Orenda (n.) (Iroquois) - mystical force present in all people that empowers them to affect the world or effect changes in their own lives.

Kylo Ren stood tall and stiffly, trying his best not to let show the pain that still lingered from his injuries. He had gone without his mask donned, to show Snoke the dedication that he possessed, the physical traces of his sacrifice. Snoke had already seen that he had lost to the scavenger girl and her friends, but the scar was only reason to fuel him toward his objective. Not a badge of honor, but he could not let the Supreme Leader think it was a mark of shame either.

The man, if he could be called that, seated away from him. He did not turn around to grace the young man with his face. Kylo Ren could feel the Leader's presence though, almost suffocating around him. Unlike the holograms, which appeared to be dozens of feet tall, the actual figure of the one himself felt even larger, more overbearing.

"Always eager, my young Apprentice." Snokes low voice. "But you stand before me weakened. While you grow softer, she is growing strong."

His mouth felt dry. There was nothing he could say. Snoke's disappointment grated the already raw wound of his failures, and the subverted pain that he felt from taking his father's life. Have I not done all that I could to prove my loyalty and strength?

"Go. When you are ready, I will send for you."

The sting of the rejection caused his hands to grip into a fist, a soft sound of leather crunching between the fingers and the palm, as he turned, placing his helmet over his face as he exited the dark cathedral. His fingers twitched, wanting to wreck havoc, to release the anger he was suppressing, but the pain of each step made it hard to concentrate. His disappeared to his quarters, to contemplate what to do until he was called.

Peace is a lie…there is only passion.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

"Tell me about your vision, Rey."

She sat cross-legged, across from Luke, breathing softly into the cool air. She still hadn't completely adjusted to the climate. Here the days were overcast, and on this morning a cold fog had settled into the jutting peaks of the modest island, the cold moisture sapping at her skin, making her nose and cheeks numb. She balled and unballed her hands into fists, hoping to bring the warmth of circulation back to her fingertips.

"It was a blur, so many things flashing before me all at once. I ...am not sure if I can remember it all." She licked her lips, feeling a weight like guilt come over her, knowing part of her reluctance due to the pain associated with revisiting the jolt and the aftermath, of learning she would never be back on Jakku, waiting to be rescued and reunited with…

"Just one thing, that you can remember clearly." His voice, softly. "Show me."

Rey closed her eyes, breathing in and out, ...dark night, rain slick across the muddied ground, an old man kneeling next to the R2 unit, a metallic hand holding it to pull himself up, flashing to the sound of a lightsaber being ignited, the red glow illuminating eight black figures against the thunderous rain, the red blade through the torso of a man who blotted her vision before falling to the ground…

She opened her eyes, boring her gaze into Luke's. He recognized what he saw. She felt the brush of his mind, non-intrusive, as he mulled it over. She shut her connection, as she had learnt instinctively, and Luke had shown her to perfect. He nodded. "This is how you know me?"

"That, and the legend that people spoke of in outpost, the Last Jedi."

"The lad Jedi…" he repeated, letting the words drift into the roar of the ocean. With a sardonic smile, he commented, "What a legacy. Come, I think it's time we broke our fast. Then I have something special for you."

Luke's morose attitude seemed to persevere much of the time she'd been with the Jedi. He had once had such high hopes, to train the next generation. She had seen it, in his memories, though she knew he tried to repress them. But she had seen the images not unlike her own vision, the red, unstable blade, the slain bodies of the padawans. Something had gone terribly wrong. The answer still hadn't come to her. She followed Luke up the steps, easily matching his stride, her bow-staff at her side.

A hooded figure entered the training chamber, his gait less strained each passing moment. The dark room was empty at this time of night. But he preferred it that way. He had to prove to Snoke that he was capable of completing his mission. He would be stronger than he'd ever been. All of this pain wouldn't be for nothing.

Through passion I gain strength.

The training program began, holograms with blasters surrounding him in the arena, and blaster cannons around the room began to aim for the figure in the center of the floor. The hum of his weapon sung, a familiar sound he relished. It sparked and crackled as the energy seemed to try to escape from the bounds that held it, begging to be loosed on a victim. The warrior began to swirl in a frenzy, brushing aside the blaster fire as the saber cut through the armored figures, breaking the synthesized forms into voiceless pieces, the energy of the blade shimmering through the dissolution of each beaten foe. The weapon swallowed the blaster's fire, absorbing it with a satisfying hunger, as the power channeled through Kylo Ren, giving him the heady sensation as he found his balance, the numbers began to grow. Finally, the program ended, the weapon sheathed with a resistant hiss, and he caught his breath. Not a blow had glanced him today.

Through strength, I gain power.

He began to stalk back to his quarters, the exhaustion making him feel at once relaxed and frustrated. He felt a shimmer brush up against him, as if someone had touched his shoulder. The mental intrusions had come more regularly. He hadn't dared approach Supreme Leader again. He wondered if it had been another test, as the images had flashed before his eyes, the scavenger as his prisoner. He had wanted to reach into her mind, not for the map now. But to see the source of the incredible power she possessed. In his mind's eye, a warped image, and he found himself leaning against the wall, as he grabbed her by the hair, making her feel physical pain for her being unwilling to open her mind to him, share her power…

Through power I gain victory.

He opened his eyes, to see he'd left a gash across the floor and wall, singed black from his blade. He clenched his teeth. Every day seemed to make his obsession grow. By trying to take her memories, he'd let her in, and now she was there to stay. Get out of my head…GET OUT!

The sensation melted away, he'd beaten off the source for the time being. But he knew they'd be back to haunt him again. He hurried back to his chambers, before the patrols would be increased, before anyone would notice he had left.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

She held the small pile of crystals in her hands. She would have had enough rations for the rest of her life should she have sold just the smallest of them back on Jakku. The seemed to have an inherent glow to them. She marveled them in the dim light of the small stone hut, her eyes alight.

"They were the last I could salvage…" His voice was still full of disappointment in himself. "I hope you can find one that calls to you."

Rey placed them back on the rough fabric that they'd been kept safe in, and took a few steps back. She closed her eyes feeling the soft thrum within each of them, as if they were themselves alive. She tried to focus her energies on them all simultaneously, attuning to "listen" for a connection to one of them. Deep breathing… she opened her palm and willed the strongest pull to come to her of its own volition, feeling the connection grow heavier until the crystal fit snugly into the palm of her hand, a warm weight that told her she'd found her match.

Luke made no comment, as she opened her eyes, to see the subtle blue glow. She held it out to him, as if expecting him to take it from her to inspect it, but he did not make a move toward her. "I thought it was time for you to make your own lightsaber."

"What do I need to do?" Rey couldn't take her eyes off of the small crystal, that channeled so much power.

"You must imbue it with your force, meditate on its power and your own. Reflect. You will know when it is time." The two departed the small hut, and Rey returned to her small abode, sitting with the still-warm crystal safely tucked between her hands, and closed her eyes, letting the rest of the world fall away.

There is no passion, there is serenity.