Rey's breath came out fast and sharp as she ran. She sprinted across the island on Ahch-To that Luke Skywalker had once called home. She ran past green peaks and disappointed islanders as the porgs screeched and fluttered away from her. Rey had no idea how long she had been running- it could have been days or just meer seconds- but she continued to run, her hazel eyes focusing on the black draped man before her. So focused was she on the man she was only vaguely aware of the grey mist that was washing in from the sea, surrounding her and blocking her way back.

The fog floated in, silent and inconsistent, licking at her feet and rolling over the land. It soon began to fold onto itself until a man stood besides her- Luke, his beard and hair neatly trimmed, his dark robes hung around him, his old staff supporting his weight. Luke's bright blue eyes followed Rey as she ran. She almost stopped when she saw him, the wound of his loss was still too fresh in her heart to ignore.

The old Jedi looked at her with his knowing eyes and his voice echoed around them like a whisper of the wind, "I've seen this raw strength only once before." He said without even opening his mouth. "It didn't scare me enough then…"

Rey took an unsteady step towards the old master but her eyes caught a glimpse of the dark shape in the distance. No, she couldn't let herself be distracted, Luke was not who she was searching for. With a glance back at the legendary Skywalker, she continued to run, each step sinking into the soft ground so that, as she ran, clumps of mud and grass were dislodged, slowing her progress.

Another form began to solidify, a regal woman in elegant dark blue robes and an almost crown-like head dress. The woman looked at Rey with familiar soft eyes, General Leia Organa, "I just never should have sent him away. That's when I lost him."

Once again, the voice of the old hero echoed around the island, like a distant whisper, barely audible, yet impossible to misunderstand.

Although Rey saw no tears in the old mother's eyes, they glistened with almost all the stars of a galaxy drowning in loss. The young woman turned her head and slowed her pace but didn't stop, the dark shape was getting ever more distant and each step now felt like she was wading knee deep in mud.

Rey kept running, her arms reaching out for the dark shape that was still so far away. Just like Luke before her, Leia soon faded into the fog, which was only getting thicker, the rising peaks and huts of the island had become almost completely obscured by it, even the screeches of the progs had become muted.

Once again another shape began to mold itself into existence, one glimpse at the faux leather jacket and ruffled silver hair and Rey just knew that, if she turned her head, Han Solo would be there, with his mischievous grin and eyes. So Rey didn't turn her head, she didn't acknowledge the ghost that haunted her dream (for she was certain this was a dream) her eyes were focused solely on the dark silhouette before her. However, Han's voice still cut through her like a knife.

"There's nothing more we could have done. There's too much Vader in him."

Rey shook her head, trying to drown out their words, she couldn't believe them... she wouldn't...she refused too! That time, that time their hands had touched, even if it was for the briefest of moments, in their Force bond, she had glanced his future. He was destined to stand besides her in the light but not as Kylo Ren, but as…

"Ben!" she yelled as she shook her head, her voice drowning out the whole world. As the word vanished from her lips so did the heaviness that constricted her movement, the fog thickened into such a mass that now it completely obscured everything other than the dark shape before her. She reached out her hand to the back that was turned towards her.

"Ben!" she yelled again and as she blinked her calloused hand grasped the material of his tunic, in one final stride the distance between them had vanished.

The material was rough under her grip and the broadness of his shoulders filled her vision. She dared herself to look up, once again starting to say his name but, just as she was about to, the man vanished from her grip, as did the ground beneath her feet. Rey began to plummet into the darkness, but it wasn't any darkness, it was that same slime covered pit from Luke's island.

Rey screamed as it engulfed her, as the darkness threatened to suffocate her.

Panting, Rey forced herself awake, her hand on her chest while the other gripped what remained of Anakin's lightsaber. She tried with all her might to calm her pulse, she knew where she was, in the cockpit of the Millenium Falcon, she could hear the snores and shuffles of what remained of the Resistance. Although she knew where she was, floating somewhere in the vastness of space, a part of her still felt as if she were falling into that endless darkness.

A soft roar startled Rey, forcing her to look up, Chewbacca was looking down at her from the captain's seat, concern leaking from his dark eyes.

"I'm ok, Chewie. Don't worry about me, I'm fine." She gave the creature a smile but both of them knew she was lying. However Chewbacca nodded his head and turned back to the steering wheel.

Rey took another breath, she had to regain her focus, if she wasn't careful Kylo Ren might find them.

Somewhere, in some remote region of the galaxy, Kylo Ren had woken up, panting and in a cold sweat.

"Ben!" Rey's voice still echoed in his mind.

He punched the wall beside his bed, leaving an indent in the hard metal. Why couldn't he get that blasted girl out of his head? Not only did she haunt him in the Force but now in his dreams too? How could one woman he'd met barely a handful of times have disrupted the Force within him almost as severely as when he had murdered his own father?

That fateful day in the throne room, he saw things clearly, too clearly- he would destroy Snoke and Luke and Rey would be at his side on both occasions. Together they would finally bring balance to the Force through the vanquishing of both their pasts. He had not expected her refusal and subsequent defiance, but he would let that pass for now. Rey would be joining him one day but that was a journey she would have to travel alone.

Kylo sat back, his bare back resting on the cold metal that composed his room, his pulse had relaxed as he closed his eyes and focused. He focused on the Force and for a brief moment he felt as if he were nowhere and yet everywhere at the same time- floating in the expanse of space, swimming through the swampy waters of Naboo, digging through the sands of Tatooine. But Kylo forced his concentration on one connection in particular, in his mind he always imagined it to be some vibrant shade of gold, or a faint shade of blue. He'd wondered if the colour changed according to her mood or her relationship with the Force at the time. Kylo knew, if he tried, it would lead him to where Rey and the Resistance were hiding.

He played with the thread in his mind. Snoke had lied about the Force Connection, it's true the old Supreme Leader had made them aware of the link, but Kylo now knew that, if he had looked, it had always been there, waiting for one of them to stumble upon it. Kylo pondered the thought of using the thread to find Rey's whereabouts, their link had strengthened since the Skywalker's fall, he now had no doubt he could find her.

But for now, he let the thread vanish into the Force and he drew himself back into the material world. The time was not yet right. He would let Rey call upon their link for Kylo knew that, when she did, she would join him and the end of this war would be near.

He rested his head with the wall enjoying its coldness.

"Rey." he said her name like a breath, it both relieved and tightened the tension in his chest simultaneously, if such a thing were even possible. Why?

Hi! so that's the first chapter, what did you guys think? Hope you enjoyed, I'll try update ASAP but until then , reviews are more then welcome :) May the Force be with you all- LunaPendragon