Kylo Ren was in a fury. The blood in his veins boiled until there was none left, only dust and ash where liquid should be. He strode through the burning streets until he found the others. His Knights could see the rage poring off of him in thick hot waves. They didn't know what had their master so enraged but they didn't dare stand in his way. One by one they side stepped allowing Kylo Ren a wide birth with which to avoid them. They were all to aware of the destruction his anger was prone to leaving in its wake. 

A line of prisoners waited for him. Initially he would have questioned them all about the girl and any information leading to her, but now Kylo had a more demanding matter to attend to. That inner rage screamed at him for retribution. The villagers were all on their knees. Their hands were at their sides and their heads were hung low, just as they had been instructed to do. He had sent the woman and children away; The First Order had their way of doing things but Ren had his own. His Knights wouldn't question him their loyalty knew no bounds.

The Master of the Knights of Ren roughly grabbed at each of the males by their scalps, painfully jerking their faces forward until he found what he was looking for. The first man, the one that hadn't touched her but had insulted her and grabbed at his manhood in front of her innocent frightened face... The one who tried negotiating for her, offering her starving body nourishment in return for his pleasure; He was in Ren's hands first. He pulled him to his feet. The man kept quiet not knowing what was expected from him. He understood fighting the First Order meant immediate execution. What he didn't know was that he had already signed his own death warrant years before now.

Kylo Ren's lightsaber blazed to life in his right hand. The man went to step back but Ren grabbed him at his left shoulder. He raised his right arm and pulled back so the tip of his plasma blade was level with the mans chest. He raised it over his heart. The man tried pulling from Ren's grip but his fist clenched his shoulder, dug in and held fast like stone.

"For her." The modulator distorted his voice but his words remained clear, low and direct.

Even though the helmet covered the anger in his face and shielded the heat in his eyes, his Knights knew that for some reason this had become personal. They wouldn't dare interfere, not that they would have in the first place. Ren steadied the crackling blade against the mans chest and he screamed in agony. Slowly he pushed the plasma in deeper. He forced inch by long burning inch into the mans protective cage until it pierced through to his heart. Blood poured from the mans mouth. His screams fell silent and his feet gave out. Still Ren held him there, his job not yet done. He twisted his wrist and the blade hissed in appreciation as it eased past the dead mans heart. His eyes never closed. Not even after Ren's lightsaber ate it's way through his back.

Ren stared in the dead mans eyes as he watched the light from behind them fade into nothingness. He heard nothing of the gasps or cries from the onlooking village around him. He only heard the sound of the last breath escaping his victim's mouth and the satisfied hiss his crackling lightsaber made as it seared through his enemies flesh. He pulled the blade back through the mans lifeless body. His left hand opened and the corpse fell to the sand, it's glazed eyes still open in horror.

Kylo Ren stepped back from his kill. His breath ragged and his left fist balled while his right squeezed the hilt of his cross guard lightsaber. The plasma blade seemed to gasp for air with it's master. It hummed and sparked while it blazed in his hands. He was struggling under the weight of his hate. It wasn't enough. He wasn't even close to satisfied.
The dead man at his feet had the weaker hand in the assault against the girl. She was so young, he was betting if at all yet that she had barely entered woman hood. These men were repulsive. Ren was a monster and a murderer but he would never force himself on a child.

He started down the line again hoping he was here. He needed the second man to be here for his own satisfaction. His hungry lightsaber hummed with anticipation as he moved from one man to the next and then he found him. His fingers dug into the mans scalp just as he had done to her. He pulled him up by the roots of his hair. The mans pudgy hands fought against Ren's grip but it wouldn't loosen. He was crying, begging for his life, offering Kylo Ren and the First Order anything to spare him. This was a man use to weaseling his way out of things. He was soft and round everywhere and it pissed Ren off even more to know that while she had starved, he had gorged himself greedily.

"Please, please I can give you anything. What do you want? Just tell me what you want." The man cried.

Kylo froze eyeing an opportunity to torment the man. He dropped him on the ground and the sniveling filth whimpered at his feet.

"There is something I want." His words were steady, monotone. He seethed under the helmet trying to remain calm.

"Yes, yes, anything. You name it and I will get it for you." Hope was rising in his eyes.

Ren's darkness smiled inside of him. It waited for the crushing blow. It longed for it.

"Stand." It was a simple instruction yet the man below him looked like it was in a language he didn't know. Ren opened his left hand. In one subtle motion he force raised the man to his feet. He took one quick step closer to his thick sticky body. The man recoiled but Ren kept him there. His helmet tilted slightly to one side. "Hold out your right arm." His mechanical words stayed flat.

The man sobbed and mumbled incoherently.

"Let me help you." Ren said softly, posing his words in a friendly manner.

Suddenly the man was wailing as his arm began raising on its own. He tried clawing it back down to his side with his left hand, but it was no use; The muscles were no longer his to control.

"Please, please don't hurt me— anything you want." He spit when he begged. Snot ran down his face and tears smeared his full cheeks.

Ren let his arm hang in the air. He stepped back twirling his lightsaber casually. The man was shaking now his legs trembled beneath him but Ren wouldn't let him fall. He held the man there for as long as he willed it.

"Shhh." It was such a strange sound filtered through his modulator.

Ren waved his hand in front of the man and he froze. No more whimpering, no more begging not even a cry escaped Rens control. Ren eyed the man's hand from finger tips to wrist. He blinked. Both surprised and shocked, he found a rumble in his chest for the briefest of moments. There was a jagged, crescent shaped white scare over where the man's thumb joint met his hand.

My little scavenger had nearly taken his thumb off. Fleeting pride swelled in his chest before his anger returned to chase it away.

Kylo's eyes burned again as he found her assailant's eyes searching between his mask and his hand. He knew what Ren was looking at; He could feel it. The mental fingers of Ren's force reached for the man's mind and he clawed his way in. He spared the man no pain as he raked through his memories. As forcefully as he could manage, Ren probed his mind. He wrenched every detail he could about the girl from this man's head. This filthy swine was always watching her, always spying. He waited for the right moment to pounce, he waited for the second she let her guard down and his thoughts were always disgusting.

A few days before she left this stink whole of a planet, he'd watched her undressing. His memory lingered on her lean, athletic figure as she removed each piece of clothing. She was a smart girl, never removing more then she had to while she wiped all of the grime and sand away with a damp cloth. Still he traced her curves as he watched her wash, trying to picture what was hidden beneath the scraps of fabric she had kept on to protect herself. Ren twisted his probing hands inside of the mans mind. Sweat ran down his temples and blood started to trickle from his nose and soon afterwards, it streamed down his ears. Still Ren pushed deeper. He seized the memories from the man's mind painfully.

He didn't even know he was capable of doing such a thing until the moment he started doing it. When he was satisfied he'd plucked every trace of her from his head, he left his mind. His eyes were bloodshot, he was bleeding from his ears and his left nostril. Ren smiled behind his helmet. He hadn't known he was doing so much damage, but it pleased the rage within him to know he had.

"You..." His voice was calm almost soft when he spoke.

Then the man wet himself. A dark stain grew between his legs to puddle beneath his feet. One of his Knights chuckled behind Ren and he whipped around furiously. The knight instantly fell silent. He lowered his head submissively to his master. Ren's chest was heaving with rage. He began pacing back and forth in front of his victim, taunting him with every step. The man still held his arm out and his eyes followed his tormenter's every move. When Ren stopped pacing the man's heart nearly exploded in his chest. The black cloaked form of Kylo Ren leaned in. He spoke in a soft whisper, so low the decoder didn't even pick it up to cloak his words.

"...Touched her." He was coming unhinged and he couldn't control himself any longer.

His words barely had time to settle in the man's ears before Ren's lightsaber came down and separated his hand from his outstretched arm. Ren released the man from his hold and he dropped to his knees clutching at his stump while screaming in agony.

In the past Ren usually tried to avoid torture. He didn't really have much use for it since he could just mind prob the information he wanted from any one at any given time. He didn't care for the suffering of others and with General Hux around, he didn't usually have to play the role of the torturer. He preferred to be swift. No point in wasting time.

He took pleasure in it this time. He felt joy through the form of torture now, even if only in this one instance. The man's screams calmed the burning rage in his chest.

He didn't know why he had seen a vision of her but there she was; A young version of the fiery woman he'd dueled with at the edge of the world only a few weeks ago. His hunt for information on her had brought him to her home turf. He thought he had dreamed of her when he saw her shaking in the refresher, now he wasn't so sure. There was no doubt that he did see her tonight though.

His Knights had noticed nothing as the two men followed the young girl through the streets backing her into a corner. Kylo was sure he was awake and alert, yet he'd seen her only a few blocks away from where he stood now. He followed her through his force vision and it led him to this man. He would delight in his pain. Kylo had felt her fear when this man had cornered her.

He had terrified her. Touched her. His inner darkness coaxed.

After she'd fought him off, he still had the nerve to swarm around her like an insect waiting to attach himself to her the second her guard was down. Kylo's insides twisted as he saw the similarities between himself and this creep.

Rey is a grown woman now and while it wasn't exactly a fair fight, at least she could fight against him. Hell, she had stood toe to toe with him in the past and come out victorious. He smiled at the thought. It should have torn him apart inside. Knowing an untrained force user with little to no fighting experience had kicked his sorry, puppy eyed ass.

He'd lost to a girl. His pride tried goading him but he pushed the childish notion away. You didn't grow up the son of a Princess who was also a Resistance leader, warrior and General, and not learn to never underestimate a woman. Besides, he didn't care that he'd lost to her. His darkness had purred in response. It only made him desire her more. His alpha wanted an omega and he found it in her.

The girl's self preservation had done her well against him. She became what was necessary to defeat him. She didn't shy away from it, she embraced it. She embraced his darkness and he knew she would do it again if she had to. He was hoping he could get her to do it for other reasons. He would pull her to him in anyway that he could. He would corrupt her if he had to but he'd rather seduce her.

He bit at the corner of his mouth, he didn't know the first thing about women. He only knew how much he preferred her the way she was now. He didn't want her drowning in the darkness like he did, she was a creature of light and he wanted to keep her that way. He knew that was a foolish way to think. A thing his Master would never allow and could never find out about. Still if he couldn't win her, he'd take her.

He relished the way his rage felt inside of her and he'd take what he could get. He wasn't totally clueless in how he felt. He saw the evidence every time he replayed their encounters in his head. She had shown him very few weaknesses and he should have taken advantage of them all, instead he'd turned away from them at every opportunity.

He was always walking on thin ice when it came to her. His footing had to be sure, precise and careful. He was traversing such unfamiliar terrain. A heavy foot or wrong step could send him breaking through the surface. He could see himself trapped under the crystalline ice, his black gloves pressed against the clear glass like surface, trying to escape.

His darkness told him to take her, dominate her. Somewhere deep down he thought it was his place, his rite to do so. Then his conscience kicked in and he felt the light scolding him in his mothers voice. Telling him to be gentle and chivalrous, telling him to be a man and not a petulant child.

He scoffed at the little voice, he was a training to be a Master of the Dark side, he had no room for a conscience. His temper flared at his inner struggle, then reminded himself that this moment wasn't about him; It was about her.

Ren turned his heated gaze on the whimpering coward again. He still cradled his stub. His eyes filled with tears as he stared down at his detached appendage. Kylo imagined her thoughts in his head. He imagined her watching him as he protected her from the likes of men like this one.

Looks like there was a little room for chivalry after all. A wicked grin stretched across his long, full lips.

He lifted and held the man within the Force so he couldn't flee. He was tired of his sniffles and cries. He knew looking down at him that if he'd ever gotten the chance to over powered the young girl, he would have never shown her mercy. He would have gotten off on her cries. He leaned into him then and his words were drawn out so long and so low that Kylo barely heard them himself.

"You touched her."

Tears ran down the mans face and it only made Ren want to torment him more. He held his lips poised to speak but then something brushed against his mind. Something warm and familiar and he knew exactly what it was. More importantly he knew who! He felt her. He blinked as though trying to wake himself. He hadn't felt her in his mind since she'd given him his scar. His eyes rolled in his head. He was overwhelmed by how good she felt there. A lost piece of himself returned and fit perfectly into place like it had never been missing.

Maker, this girl was taking him over. There was nothing he could do to stop her and truthfully he didn't want to.

Kylo never found peace in his head, not until she was there. Somehow she cooled him when he smoldered. He wanted to savor her there but the tendrils that always gnawed at him were biting again. Demanding he quench his rage first. It had been fed like a wild beast since he was a small boy and now there she stood, wagging a disapproving finger at it. It whined at her scorn with it's tail between it's legs while it sulked. He cursed inwardly. Suddenly a sharp realization gave him pause.

If she could touch his mind, she was close. How had he not felt her sooner? Maybe he had but he believed it was the remnants of his prior vision. He mentally scratched his head.

He wanted to look around but he couldn't tear himself away from the man in front of him. His rage wouldn't let him stop now, it was too hot, there was too much fuel and it needed to burn. He had already given in to it and now with her near, something else much more powerful and primal encouraged him.

His need to protect her over whelmed him. He wanted vengeance, justice, blood... more blood then this man could give. But it was a start and it would have to do. It was more urgent then even his rage. Demanding that he demonstrate his ability to protect her through vengeance. His lightsaber vibrated in his hands, sending tremors through his fingers and palm, past his wrist and forearm, up into his bicep and shoulder. From there it rooted out until he felt it surging through him along the path of his veins. The energy from his lightsaber urged him forward, passionately agreeing with his need for retribution.

He was very precise when he spoke. He selected his words carefully so she would know he was speaking to her. It was his apology for not being there for her sooner, for not stopping this man from tormenting her. He would offer this man up as a sacrifice to her... for her! He gently felt for her mind and his darkness pulled on her secret desire to see this man pay. His words were low and soft and meant only for her.

"I owe you this!" He said. In that moment her connection was so deep with him that he felt her mimicking his words as he spoke.

His darkness bled into her light one slow drop at a time and he felt her hand under his as he gripped the hilt of his incandescent lightsaber. She may as well have grabbed his... He groaned and shook the thought from his mind before she could find it. It was his darkness manipulating his thoughts and he knew it.

He clamped his teeth and he felt his jaw flex. His heart beat wildly in his chest. When he hesitated he knew it was heavily influenced by her indecision to slay the man. She'd never taken a life for anything other then self defense and he remembered how heavy it weighed on one to do so. No matter how much his Master could try to beat it out of him or how much he pretended it didn't effect him, he still felt that weight. He severed another part of himself with every life he took and he wouldn't do that to her.

He would guide the strike taking the credit for the blow. He knew she wasn't a killer and the last thing he wanted was for her to feel that weight and he especially didn't want her to retreat from him. He wrapped her up in his strength, held her in his head so she felt comfortable against him. He needed her to feel protected by him, needed her to feel safe. He knew she had never had that and he so badly wanted to be the one to give it to her.

I could be gentle with her...

He eyed the man viciously.

But he would pay. His own primal urges demanded it of him.

He would show her just how brutal he could be in her defense. There would be no doubt as to why this man would die. 

He spun with the blade. It was an unnecessary show of skill, an excuse to dance with her in his mind, to feel her hand tremble under his. He slashed upward. Dragging his lightsaber though the mans groin, bowels and chest with his physical strength alone. This was the vengeance of a man over a woman. He needed no pull on the force to fuel this kind of power.

He released his hold on the man as his blade slide through the soft flesh of his neck. The two halves of him landed simultaneously on the ground with a wet thud. He panted over his kill, unable to control his satisfaction. Powerless to restrain his sudden need to touch her, to have her; his mind grabbed at hers possessively. He knew it was to much way to soon, but he couldn't stop it. It was his darkness and it demanded he have her.

Rey screamed in his head. She pulled away from him the second his Lightsaber finished it's work. She felt him reaching for her and she had escaped him just in time. He heaved over the corpse with his mind reeling from the loss of her.

He wanted her back now!

His eyes closed and he reached out with the Force. He followed her signature with his mind. She was close. He could still feel her. His head snapped to the right and he moved through the darkness until he found her.

Rey's body was arched over. Her face nearly touched the sand while her hands dug into the molecular grains of rock and stone. She gripped at it as though she couldn't tell if it were real.

"Scavenger..." The word came out like a plea and when it passed through his lips, she froze.

He knew she could feel him standing there. His feet were only inches from her hands. She was beautiful under the crimson glow of his saber. She stayed bowed before him like she was worshiping and he was her temple. Something liquid and hot stirred in him. His groin tightened looking down on her like that. The way her back arched and her fingers dug and pulled in the sand like sheets. Her head popped up and her large fearful eyes flew open... she was marvelous.

Rey slowly straightened herself until she was upright. She sat back on her heels using the pads and toes of her feet to balance herself parallel to her knees. Her palms rested on her thighs and her chin raised to face him. Those hazel eyes glowed under the plasma of his lightsaber and he was sure he'd stopped breathing. He saw nothing but her kneeling before him. There were no titles or roles. Not the light or the dark. She was not an enemy or a student. Even his Master had no sway on him in this moment. His body registered one word to describe her;

Woman.

His mind registered another, more dangerous title;

Mine!

He foolishly reached for her and of course she withdrew from him. She nearly tumbled back into the sand but before her body hit the ground, she was gone... pulled out of whatever force had allowed her here. He closed his eyes and searched for her. Physically she was gone but mentally she lingered. He felt for her within the Force and that's when he found it hiding in a place in his head he'd locked away almost fifteen years ago.

A small trail of energy. It moved with the life of a blood stream and it was similar in color. It was comprised of energy particles, like he saw when he'd first learned to use the force. Tiny flecks of red crystalline light danced in a stream. His end started where he'd hidden the light side of his Force away all that time ago.

Of course that would be where she could hide from him. He spent every waking moment fighting against the pull of the light inside of him and now he was wading through it in search of her.

He tugged on the thin stream of crimson light. It strummed under the fingers of his mind. Sent waves from his end to hers. He could feel it leading to her. He followed the little red stream and it guided him right to her. He carefully, gently touched her mind.

"Scavenger." His body hummed when it felt the rippling vibrations her mind sent through the line. "I can feel you now." He heard the lust laced in his words.

His voice was so soft, he almost didn't recognize himself. After seeing her bowed before him, a different desire all together demanded his attention. She made him want things he'd never even considered before. He never felt the desire for anything but power or darker emotions within that nature. Not power for himself, but to complete what he'd set out to do; To fulfill what his grandfather started but never finished. The balance.

"I can feel your heart racing in your chest..." With his eyes still closed he placed a hand over his heart. "...As though it were my own." His words left his mind exactly as he felt them. There was no manipulation between them on this Force wave.

His teeth pulled at the corner of his bottom lip. It was a nervous habit that he was sure would give him away had she been able to see him, but as it was, she barely omitted to being on the other end at all. He did hear some of her thoughts though. She was just as much a novice when it came to controlling her thoughts as she was with the Force. Every once in a while she would think between their connection instead of behind her guarded walls as he did. He smiled at how simple minded her tactics were at the moment. Her strategy consisted of her ignoring him in the hopes that he'd just leave her alone.

"I'll never leave you alone!" His words came quick and were very austere.

There was a hint of possessiveness behind them and it startled him upon realizing how very seriously effected by her he truly was. He couldn't help himself when the words came rolling out of his mouth. He was lost in a complete state of limerence and he didn't care, let her see what she did to him. He was just glad to have her with him. Even if it was only for a little longer. She still didn't respond. He pictured what she looked like on her end, she was probably just as flustered as he was. It made him smile.

"Scavenger?" He tried again, his voice lightening with amusement.

This time he sent a small wave of his Force with it just to test out the restrictions of the newly discovered connection. Her mind gently bowed under the weight of his. His Force was so much stronger then hers and he realized he had to be careful not to hurt her. He was pleased to see that he could touch her in this way, though he did notice how the slightest pressure from his mind weighed down on her much more then he intended. He sensed no pain from her but he did manage to maneuver a small gasp from her lips. The sound made his insides melt.

"There you are..." He coo'd. He was satisfied with himself and he let her feel it through their bond.

He reached through the thin dancing line and touched her the way he wanted to when she was bowed before him in he sand. He felt his mind caress hers like the brush of knuckles over private, sensitive skin. He was relishing in her response when one of his Knights called out to him. He lost his focus and with it his connection to her. He stood there in silence for a moment ignoring the voice at his back. He panicked at the sudden loss of her.

What if he couldn't get her back? What if their connection had been severed and he lost her there for good?"

He felt insignificant with out her there completing him, like a thirsty bug, clinging to a blowing leaf in the wind while little dew drops slithered past just out of his reach.

He pushed and dug at his mind until he found the pool of light he had hidden away. Relief shook through him as the thin red string that led right  to her glowed in response to his touch. Now that he was confident he could return to her whenever he wanted, he tucked the flowing energy away again.

He turned to his Knight. He wanted to be furious with this man for interrupting them but he was to delighted with his new discovery to care. His followers had been intimidated by the very violent executions at his hands. They were no strangers to violence and they didn't shy away from it, but they were used to the swiftness of his fury. He had displayed something much darker tonight. He was also very aware that they couldn't see or feel her like he could. He must have appeared quit insane in his recent actions, storming off to stare at nothing in the ground. Executing prisoners as he rambled about out some random "her" while he fumed.

His Knights had fought and bled with him for years now. They knew he was sensitive to Force visions but it still must have been rather unnerving to witness. He could feel their unease. They were accustomed to his rage, but never had he ever taken his time with a kill or made such a display out of it.

There was nothing he wouldn't do for this woman and it scared the kirffing Force right out of him. He gave his actions little thought around her and even less thought for the consequences.

He'd spent the rest of the night with his men questioning the village. He offered no further violence; there was no need. His previous display had loosened their tongues. He left the rest alive, he wanted their eyes and ears working for him. He would terrorize every inch of every Galaxy to find her. When he was done there would be no where left for her to hide.

Back in the comfort of his Command Shuttle, Kylo released the hinges of his helmet. He couldn't pull it off fast enough. Setting the helmet to the side, his hand rose to his face and he languidly traced the scar with his fingers. He closed his eyes and let his mind travel to her through their bond. He had read about force-bonds before but there was very little information recorded on the topic. He knew they were extremely rare, that their wielders had a mental and in even rarer cases physical access to one another through the force.

The bond could only be broken through the death of one or both bond mates. If it were a case where one survived it could be extremely painful and in some cases result in mental damage or even death. He also knew that bond mates could share each others Force, pull or lend energy to the other when needed. He was sure there was more but he didn't remember enough to be sure of the rest. He made it a point to do some digging when he got back to the base. He wasn't sure how to approach his Master about it, but he wouldn't dare try to hide it now that he knew it was there.

Rey didn't notice when he carefully crept the into her mind. He had intended to catch a hint, even a glimpse of where ever it was she'd been hiding but he instantly hit a wall. She wasn't alone, he could feel another presence with her. They were close to where she was and very strong with the Force.

No, not him. Anyone but him!

He didn't have time to process his emotions or control his reaction. Skywalker knew kylo Ren was in her mind and he used his invasion against him. His Force countered Kylo's presence. He was physically close to the girl though that didn't worry him as his uncle was undoubtedly still celibate, not that the Master Jedi would ever see someone so young in that particular light. Still, it would allow his uncle easier access to manipulating her perception of him.

He would paint himself as the unwavering Jedi, honorable and true in his ways, just as he had done to Ben Solo almost twenty years ago. He already felt her giving her trust freely to the fake prophet of the Light side.

"Scavenger, No!" He raged at her.

His emotions were pure through their connection and he couldn't have masked his anger even if he tried. He had no time to calm, no time to temper his rage. His anger couldn't help him now. In this situation it was a weakness. It pushed her from him and he couldn't use it to force her back. His temper and his lack of control over it, sealed his fate.

She pulled away from him. Rey offered her mind over to Luke Skywalker and he wasted no time in seizing it. He quickly closed off their connection. He couldn't keep Kylo out forever but he could certainly make it harder for him to get threw to her side now.

Kylo knew his former Master well. He would help this girl build up her defenses. Teach her how to wall him out. She was so strong willed and stubborn, that he was betting she would catch on very quickly. Kylo decided at that very moment that he needed his Master's guidance. What ever childish reservations he'd felt before were gone the second Skywalker came into play. He was a very dangerous piece on the board and Kylo hated loosing!

Kylo blinked, clearing his head. He found himself staring hard at the dark ceiling in his chamber. The memory had taken his mind in a flash and he had to try hard to push it from his mind. He knew why it was there; Rey had been thinking about him while he was thinking of her. She must have been thinking about the first time they connected through their bond. That made him smile a little, but it didn't alleviate the anger he felt at having what should be his student, in another's hands.

Especially in his. His thoughts seethed with hate for his former teacher.

He slammed his skull against the back of his bed, forcing the image of Skywalker next to his scavenger out of his tired mind. He sighed, propped himself up and folded his arms behind his head to slouch against the back board. He scowled into the empty room and his mind drifted in too many directions, all of the paths it took, always leading to her.

~Hey readers, thanks for making it this far and I hope your enjoying the inner struggle that these two characters have. I'm really trying to stay as real to these characters as I can, keeping in mind that they are human with very real emotions and vulnerabilities. That being said, imagine having all of the emotions that we experience then add the Force powers into the confusion. When the two mingle which do you think is more difficult to control...
the emotions behind the power or the power behind the emotions? ~

*Let me know what you think or if you have any comments/questions and I'll try to get back to you in a timely manor. Thanks for reading. I'll do my best to keep on updating,*
-DarkGuardian-