This has been edited as of December 16, 2017 as a way to add some more details into the story.
Even with hiding in the shade, Ben enjoyed the warm breeze as his muscles relaxed in the meditation. It was a beautiful day to do this. Master Luke had stopped speaking to the students after they seemed to get close to the state of deep meditation. The sounds of the wind rustled through the leaves, with the calm breaths being the only sounds being the only other noise in the area.
Even with this, Ben felt a churning in his stomach, as Ben let his mind guide him to where it was trying to take him where it wanted him to go. A chill ran down his spine as it crawled through his body as a burning sensation overtook his eyes until he pried them open as the sensation stopped.
Instead of the grassy area where Ben had been sitting and meditating. Instead, Ben was standing in front of a large set of stone stairs with a large chair that could easily fit three people comfortably not touching one another on either side. Ben was glancing around the room as he could hear a distant voice calling to him. Ben turned his head slowly but saw no figures near him, as he turned completely around trying to see any hint of where the voice was coming from.
"Ben," the voice spoke. It was dark, crackly and taunting as Ben stormed around the dark room. Going up and down the stairs, and checking behind the chair. "Beennnn." The voice drawled out more behind him again.
This irritated him as Ben marched around, trying to find a mysterious figure but with no luck. He finally screamed out. "What do you want?!"
In return the voice mimicked him. "What do YOU want?" Ben's eyes twitched, as he narrowed his eyes and climbed up the stairs again. "What do YOU want?" it kept repeating at him, each time getting louder and angrier. This made Ben get frustrated as he pounded his hands against the chair as he screamed at the top of his lungs.
His anger came out as he pounded his fists against the stones until he was drained of energy until he collapsed on his knees. Why was this voice mocking him? This voice was treating him like a child, not a powerful soon to be Jedi. His hands were aching and he felt like he could cry in defeat.
The voice spoke again, although still dark and crackly, it was somehow more of a whisper, as if the man was staying right behind him. "Well? What are some things you crave beyond all else?"
Ben felt his throat dry up as he took a moment to breathe and think. His mind was racing, yet unable to come up with an answer. The stones were quite cold against his knees. The voice seemed to be in his mind as it kept asking him. His mind was whirled in confusion and frustration. Ben needed to find an answer, in hopes it would leave him alone.
"Some peace and quiet!" he shouted with his hands clenched as the noise around him stopped. Ben felt the calmness rush over him as he breathed out in relief. He caught his breath as he turned so he could rest his head against the back of the stone.
Once he opened his eyes, Ben noticed a dark figure wearing a metallic helmet with chrome decorative pieces on it. It was dressed in all black with a cloak rushing behind the man. This man was walking towards him.
"Don't you want something more?" The voice began with a crackle and metallic sound to it that unsettled Ben. "Power? Control? Infamy? Perhaps to satisfy your lusts?" Ben watched it come closer, unable to move in fear as his back straightened against the cold stone tablet.
The man began to walk up the stone steps with only the slightest sounds of clinking boots as he raised his arm. He crawled up the chair as he leaned as far back as possible into the seat as the hand came so close to Ben's cheek. He squeezed his eyes shut as Ben felt the leather hand against his cheek.
"Sssnookkkeee" echoed around the room as Ben could feel light on his eyes. He opened them cautiously to see that he was back in the clearing. His body now cold with sweat. Glancing around, Ben noticed that many of the people had already left from meditation. His uncle Luke was there speaking with some of the Padawans that had hung around.
He stood up as his back crackled. He moved his hands to rub his temples as he walked up the path towards the building. This time much quicker. A good meal and a long night's sleep sounded good to him in this moment although Ben was skeptical he would enjoy either on that night.