Episode 6
First off, I can already tell that this is going to be late, so don't kill me or anything lmao. I've been struggling on this chapter because putting my thoughts to words here is difficult I guess. I never seem to word it correctly, idk. So I hope I finally got it good enough oops cx
Secondly, I created my own planet for this story, because I needed to be able to have a say in the way the planet looked and functioned. I just thought I'd give a warning about that in case it bothered anyone or something idk.
For those of you that needed to skip the bloody part, here's the summary of what happened:
K Y L O K I L L S P E O P L E
AND THEN LEAVES YOU
MANY TEARS ARE SHED OOPS
Alright now that that's over with, we return you to the usual broadcast.
*Ten years after The Tragedy*
You stood up from your failed attempt to meditate. Your mind wouldn't rest. Ever since what you liked to refer to as The Tragedy, you didn't enjoy using the force. The fear that you'd find something that you didn't want to or do something that you'd regret was overwhelming. For ten years you'd been hiding on a small planet called Odreshan. At 93% water, finding a good place to live was difficult, but after a year of scouring the planet, you'd done it.
You'd stumbled upon an abandoned stone building on a small, forested island. It only had one story above ground, and what was there was falling apart. After exploring it, you'd discovered a hidden panel in the floor that led to three more levels of stone rooms underground. There were beds, cabinets full of food rations and other necessities, as well as a number of irreparable communications devices and old weapons.
After clearing out the dust and bringing in some lamps, you'd also found some pictures of people, all wearing matching, outdated, orange uniforms, who were holding helmets. They were smiling and messing around with each other, and looked to be a fun group of people. You had no idea who they were, what had happened to them, or why they left this place abandoned.
When you weren't hiding from the war in your underground shelter, you were on a boat that you'd found on your island. It was extremely old, there was only a small, hand crank engine and sails to keep it going. There wasn't enough technology on it for the First Order to track, which, to you, was a blessing. Odreshan was out of the current path of the war, and far away from any other planets, but when people did come, for fish or other trade, you heard many stories of the horrifying body count caused by Kylo Ren.
You'd been trying to forget that name for years, but it kept coming back up. Every time you heard the name, you felt the shadow of the pain you'd felt on the day of The Tragedy. So instead of dwelling on the past, you tried to move forward.
As it turns out, you're a pretty decent swimmer, so you used your abilities to your advantage. Odreshan was 93% water, but it wasn't always that way. Most of where people used to live was now covered by the enormous expanse of ocean. You spent your days boating out to new, unexplored places, and diving to scavenge the sunken landscape, using your A99 Aquata Breather.
Today, you'd just taken your boat out to a familiar spot to try to relax your mind. Something had been bothering you. For the past few days, you'd felt as if something were looming just behind you, ready to devour you. You could feel that something bad was about to happen. Desperately hoping that you were mistaken, you'd been spending your time trying to convince yourself that you were wrong.
You sigh, giving up on the idea of relaxing. Unfurling the sails and pulling the anchor up, you start up the small engine and head back to your shelter as fast as you can. The sun was setting, and after dark is when the big fish came out. During the day, the water was relatively safe. Night was a different story. Enormous, repulsive, dark shapes with sword sized teeth and glowing, pale eyes roamed the ocean in search of straggling scavengers. You let the boat go as fast as it could, and made it back to your island just in time.
Tying your sailboat to a tree near the water on a long rope, you hiked to the center of the island, where your home was. You got to your bed as fast as you could and crawled into it after slipping out of your shoes and favorite cloak. You'd made it out of thick, black, hide-like cloth (which you'd salvaged from Ben's old room just before you left the sanctuary, as it was the only thing in the room that wasn't shredded), but had lined the cloak with the shimmery silver material from the cloak you wore as a child.
You fell asleep fast, which was strange; sleep never came to you easily. In your dreams, an eerily kind voice was calling to you gently.
(Y/n).
You followed it blindly, not being able to see anything but pitch black. The closer you drew to the voice, the more sinister it became. You felt so uneasy that you tried to turn back, but when you did, your legs kept skimming along the unseen ground, as if you were being pulled by a giant hand. The more you struggled, the faster you were pulled. The air was being swept from your lungs. You couldn't breathe. Suddenly, the grip vanished, and you halted. A single door in the darkness. You timidly opened it, to see a man's figure, dressed in all black. It was difficult to see him, but you could tell that he was hunched over, silently crying, facing away from you. It was obvious that he was miserably sad, judging by his body language, but he was still trying to keep his sadness silent. When you tried to reach out to him and see if he was alright, you recognized the mass of dark, wavy hair, the tall frame, and the way he was trying to hide his sadness. The moment your eyes widened with realization, you were flung from the room, not stopping. Instead of hitting the ground you just moved faster and faster, causing you to feel sick.
He needs you.
You woke up, crying out Ben's name, before remembering that Ben didn't exist anymore. Crying even harder, you curled up, grabbing your cloak from where you'd put it. Hugging it close to your body, you could almost pick out the way he had always smelled; like juniper, honey, and cinnamon. You could nearly feel the warmth of his arms wrapped around you as he promised that he would never leave you. You wanted nothing more than to hear his low, calm voice reassuring you, but you'd come to realize many years so that Ben was dead. Ben would never have killed the people the Kylo Ren did. After you had cried all the tears that you had, you wrapped the cloak around you, letting the feeling of something that had once belonged to him lull you into a dreamless sleep.