Authors note: Hey everyone, so I hope you enjoyed the previous chapter, and as I said I will try to keep updated with everything. The story while I'm writing it right now is in climax, so I am very very excited for you guys to read how it unravels.

First. Somehow, some weird ass stalker found my tumblr and this fanfic and, even though I do not post anything related to fandoms (my tumblr is mostly for professional reasons, but I do sometimes comment or message people about fan arts and so) some freak found that I am doing this fanfic and started messaging me bullshit. Now let me get this straight, say this once for the last time and get it over with, I couldn't give less of a shit what the Antis think, or what anyone who doesn't like me think, for that matter. So to this person: do everyone a favour just get off the fandom and ride yourself into a good life of not hating. You're being completely rude by making me waste 2 minutes of my day scrolling down your bullshit that you spent writing for about 10 min off your life. Bye.

Second: sorry about the long rant over some asshole. i (know) believe he's done the same to other writers, so i didn't wanted to stand for that shit.

Third: yes the story is such a painfully slow Reylo that even I get frustrated. i really do. Sometimes i can't believe myself. Trust me even when I write, i get surprised that I am not putting them together. But to me Rey is not fully Light and Kylo Ren is not fully darkness, I want both of them to reach to the grey area, partly by the help of each other, but I also don't want them to fully redeem themselves just because of each other. I want them to get there by themselves. Also i will not make Luke an asshole grumpy grump. I like Luke and I still think he will be doing the best he can with Rey, knowing that even if she might've been in his academy, she still is a (grown ass) rough diamond in the rough. Remember when anakin was too old (?) to be trained, too unstable? Well imagine how hard it would be to shape Rey. But whatever happens, Luke will still be a rey of sunshine, because to me he is not the old grumpy grandpa, that will repeat the mistakes of other masters over and over. Now Kylo. I will never forget that he killed Han Solo. Nor will Rey. Nor will anyone in my fic. Because he killed Han Solo. His father. Thats that.

Also something Ive wanted to clear out since day one, but i forgot to put it in my notes is Rey's lightsaber. I have a very clear idea for that, and i wanted to draw it to make it more relatable to the people reading it so Ill put that up soon enough. I've based it on Bastilla Shan's, but it will be much more different than hers.

Fourth: I am terribly sorry that my chapters seem to be short. When I read them, to me is more like a big gap, like a tempo that helps me distinguish one happening from the other. but thanks for the feedback and letting me know. I am trying to make them longer by now and I basically bundle them altogether in one chapter enough so they make sense. hope you like it.

And finally thanks so much to the loyal firerosedreamer67, you're gorgeous, and to the lovely bluejustice13, thanks so much for the reviews, they really, really mean a lot guys! Feedback and reviews are always more than appreciated, as always! Thanks for staying through the story. I promise it will be worthwhile.

Live long, love and prosper

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She felt his presence first. He was worried. why. Then she felt him feel her awakening. She opened her eyes.

She was leaning in his bare chest. His musky scent caught her off guard. He smelled like the garden. She shook the thought off, and tried to make some distance between and stand on her knees. She was grateful he hadnt taken her away from the garden. She expected pain...but it was gone. Not her muscles, or even her ribs.

She stood, her face next to his. He was looking at her, admiration and confusion altogether. Then she saw his adams apple go once up and down. But she sensed he was calm. Sensed his peace.

''I dont know-''

''-What happened?...'' They both managed to say, interrupting each other.

Rey stared at his lips. Her core felt strange. Something in her stomach was twitching. She imagined herself leaning forwards, close to his face...She looked him in the eyes again. Those dark, profound eyes. He wanted answers, but he wasn't in a hurry. maybe he is right. He wasn't going to leave this time. Without touching him again, she got up.

''This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life'' she said, showing him the garden around. ''I have never seen such colours, or felt this kind of soft warmth, you know, is usually very very harsh, the hotness in Jak'ku, and the green, ive never seen this much green...or these...'' she said pointing at the butterflies ''...what are these gorgeous creatures? We never had them with Master Luke...'' her voice, slightly trembling was so full of life, he didnt wanted to interrupt her.

She stared at him, him still sitting down in the grass, looking at her. ''Sounds like a joke, but I haven't felt like this since...I don't remember,'' there was sadness in her voice, ''there was no such thing in Jakku, or in Ach'to, or ...I dont know. Master Luke has tried to show me beauties, but this is...'' she took a deep breath and looked around. Her smile returned. Her wide, contagious smile. ''Extraordinary.''

''Well? Am I ever going to get an answer from you?'' She looked at him for an answer of sorts. But he was frozen, looking at her.

''Ive never seen that either. You are so powerful.'' he managed to say. '' I knew you had it in you, I knew it, but you...'' he stopped for a moment, trying to find the right words ''..I think you are about one of the most powerful Jedi's.'' He looked her straight in the eye.

She didnt know what to say. '' Stronger than Darth Vader?" she said playfully.

''Uncomparable.'' He said in a low voice, not thinking twice, his eyes still wide. He was thinking something else however. ''How...?''

''I dont know...I was just staring at the beauty of all, trying to make what of what and letting it all in, until...'' she stopped.i cried... ''until i just felt The Force, and let it take me'' Their gazes met each other's.

''You need to learn how to achieve this every time Rey! This is how you become truly the most powerful of all...This power...You can do so much with it'' He was trying to find better words. And halfway through he felt he lost her.

She sighed. Her exhale went with her joy.

''Thats all you think of? Really?'' The disbelief. He felt it piercing the air. She could not paint herself a better disappointment face, even if she wanted. Her face changed.

''You know, I thought for a moment, I get to meet Ben Solo, I thought, just for a slight glimpse of a second, that there, might, could, somewhere still be hope for you.''

He got angry again too. when will they all understand? ''There is no Ben Solo anymore! You and the rest of the galaxy have to accept it. He is gone. There is only Kylo Ren.'' He got up.

''I thought that Leia Organa could, for once more in her life meet her son. Her son, the one who killed her husband. But you never fail to prove me wrong. You are a sad and pathetic being. Kylo Ren.'' Her face was covered in pain and disgust.

''She will not meet her son anymore, because he is dead. I killed him,'' he leaned closer to her, and she could feel his heartbeat, she saw the vein in his forehead, and the rage that filled him, ''And I will kill you too. If the circumstances are necessary. Scavenger.''

She got up, her head high. No, he was not going to attack her while she could snap his spine with a move of a hand. While the Force was one with her. While she could puppeteer him. She probed him, and she felt him resist, but to no good. He surrendered. She scoffed at him one last time before leaving the garden. he was lying.

Heading to her chamber, she tried to look for Luke. She knew the capacity of her powers now. She could sense almost everyone in the galaxy if she concentrated well enough.

Luke...Where Are you? I need you! I need you to come and get me!

She felt his presence almost immediately. He was on the nearest planet to the Resistance. The one that was not obliterated by the Starkiller.

Rey. I felt it. You are all powerful. But what were you thinking? Are you out of your mind Rey? You know how dangerous this is? you could've killed people! Now everyone will be able to find you Rey. You are like a beacon now. You need to hide Rey. You need to control your emotions.

Rey was caught off guard. Luke, I, I did not know. I didn't know I could do that.This is not what she expected at all. Maybe a little credit? She felt herself in a strange position.

What should i do? I dont know what to do? I was weak, I was wounded and close to death. My fight with Kylo Ren...you never came to aid me. i needed you master. I dont know what to do! She felt herself panic again. But nothing happened. She waited his response, only to be followed by silence. Master Luke... But she could find him now. She located him again.

Luke answer me. you cant leave me like this!

She felt his anger, even across the galaxy.

Rey! Do not attempt to do that again. Ones privacy is crucial. you are invading. this is what too much power gives you.I did not leave you alone, you had blocked everyone at the time. i tried to contact you. I will come to get you with Leia and some folks of the resistance. Do not contact us again, or try to contact the resistance, you will expose their location. You will cause their death Rey! Try to contain yourself. See you when we get there.

After he spoke the last words, silence fell again. Rey felt alone again. She tried to get her previous self back. Full with life and joy and emotion. She tried to think of all that made her happy. What made her happy?nothing, anymore? In Jak'ku, life was easier, a simple meal, a rare piece or even a friendly stranger or traveler, they would make her days. Her days filled with warmth, sun and sand. But now what? What made her happy now? She had all the meals she could eat, all the water she could think of. so much water. She would meet many people visiting from the resistance, but it wasn't the same. They were not travelers. They we're not on a journey. They were on a path. On the path to war and almost certain death. She tried to think of Finn. He was her friend. He was a good chap. But it had been more than a year since he was in a coma, and, even if he was out he probably had forgotten about her. She almost had. Who else? Who else would miss her?

She laid in the bed, and tried to clear her mind, like she had practiced with Master Luke. I need to find my center. I need to find the Force. The Force will help me. please...?

Having nothing else to do, she headed towards the training room, to talk to him. He should've been there. He was obsessed with his powers, with the Force. He was sitting there. Meditating. since when do the sith meditate. She scoffed to make her presence known.

''I am not a sith.'' He answered her thoughts out loud while looking at her. He saw the annoyance in her face. ''You are almost screaming in my head. I have no choice. I am not probing you. Like you so freely do with me now.''

''So, do you want me to beat you up again? You can finally have real training, instead of just punching the air, for your anger management'' she said in a condescending tone.

He turned his head, got up and summoned his lightsaber. ''Didnt Luke Skywalker just tell you not to play anymore?'' his face was blank again. She felt her heart pounding. ''The whole galaxy could hear him after you exposed him Rey,'' he twirled his lightsaber.

Rey didnt wait a single second more. She called to her lightsaber, and charged at it. She was calm at first, giving the advantage to Kylo Ren. He started striking her faster and faster, making her blood boiling harder. He was tall. So much taller than her. She had to spend more energy jumping towards him. Soon, Rey's anger was building up. She realized again, her advantage was agility. Her strikes were becoming more and more brisk, quick and deadly. She felt herself proud and cocky. He almost stepped back, which further reassured her strength. She ducked him fast and decided to hurt him, her lightsaber touching him three times in his arms.

psssst.

''What are you going to do with that information?'' She smelled the burnt human flesh. Kylo Ren didnt say a word however. He was frustrated. But together. He now had three light scars in his arms, courtesy of Rey. She smiled and got herself ready for another attack. this is not you. you are a Child of the Force, but you are not above all life. She felt sick in her stomach. She jumped back. Regret. She wouldnt have felt like this in Jak'ku. She wouldn't have thought twice to hurt, to kill some garbage species that would dare attack her. In Jak'ku, she would've finished him, after what he'd done. I am a child of the Force. I need to bide the laws of the Jedi.

''I am done here. Go heal yourself'' she heard herself say.

''You know I dont care for a bunch of scars'' he looked at her, as if trying to make her feel better. ''But it is not true. This is you. You are a survivor.''

She did not know whether he was being true or mocking her.

''I am not probing your mind but I can sense you don't believe me. I am being true. Even Supreme Leader Snoke told us that.'' he said, checking his wounds ''I never listened to anyone who told me that. And it got me here'' he walked towards her, lightsaber down ''But it will get you out of here. So maybe you know better.'' he went quiet, waiting for her response.

Rey was not having any of it. ''Dont you have a destiny to fulfill, or something to finish? Why are you so interested in everything that I do?'' She stepped closer to him. Curious. ''Why are you so drawn to me? What do you want from me Kylo Ren?'' She only later realized that he was marching closer to her. He was so big, walking wasn't an option for him. But she didn't feel threatened.

Their bodies were just inches apart. She felt the jitters, the electricity. That heat that was always there, the anger, the curiosity, since the first day she saw him, strapped in that torture chair. Situation much different now, yet the same feeling of heat, fear and excitement always surfaced, every time they were this close. She felt the sweat in her palms, touching the warm metal of the lightsaber's handle. His dark, curly hair, framing his face with a dark aura fell softly around his cheekbones. She traced the lines of his face again. Harsh. Graceful, but harsh.

''I want you to know the potential you have, what you can be.'' He didnt smile nor grunt. His face standing plain as always, tried to hide every emotion that might've pre existed inside that head. He put his arms straight above her.

She froze. She was surrounded by him. She didn't know whether to attack, or wait. She didnt realise she was between him and the wall. He leaned close enough, closer and their faces would touch. Her heart started pounding off her chest. what is he about to do? She looked at his hand. His chaotic red lightsaber was still on. Was he about to cut her? Then he touched her forehead with his and closed his eyes.

''Rey...'' he whispered in the lowest voice he could manage as he took a small breath, his chest rising slightly. He seemed in pain ''I have to tell you something'' he exhaled,''...something Ive never dared to say anyone...not even myself.'' His eyes. They stroke the same pain. Is this the same pain he had when he killed Han Solo? Rey stopped breathing, while checking his lightsaber again and again. Hear heart pounding out of her chest. She kept quiet. She was still angry, but curious. Scared.

''Tell me'' she said as quietly as possible.

He didnt say anything for a long minute. It felt like an eternity for Rey's heartbeats. Nor he moved. Their foreheads still touching. Then the palm of his right hand rested on the back of her head.

''I killed him,'' he said in his unique dark, low voice. which one? You've killed thousands! ''No, I killed him, but...'' his eyes were closed. Rey would swear she saw a tear running down his face. She kept looking at the lightsaber. Searching for his next movement, she somehow, knew whom he was talking about. ''I wish I will see him again.'' He hesitated. Yes, she knew very well whom he meant. ''I...hope you get to meet him one day,'' He was almost silently sobbing. Rey felt the heat in his face. But she was frozen. Her eyes wide open, looking at his face. She could not help but gaze. She had never been this close to him... She had never seen him like this before. She forgot to guard his lightsaber hand. So she moved.

''I hope I will'' she nodded. He straightened up, opening up space for her to leave. But she didnt. They both lingered there. what am i doing. why dont i want to look away. what is this. He moved again, breaking eye contact. This time, he took a distance.

''Leave, Scavenger.'' he said. His lightsaber went off. Rey didnt say anything. She hadnt processed what had happened yet. She left the room that twilight, wondering if she was ever going to meet him. The so famous young boy that everyone had loved, the long dead, the prodigy that was Ben Solo.