Blaze Of Glory | Kylo Ren

A Request

Ani's P.O.V.

Moving against the sheets, I feel the space next to me and suddenly wake up. Looking around abruptly, I find myself alone in Kylo's room. Checking the time, I see it's been a few hours since I woke up in the middle of the night. 

Relaxing into the bed again, I rethink what has happened to my situation and the new Ben I'm tied to. Rubbing my eyes awake, I glancing around the room again, slowly inspect my surrounding this time. I see a new black dress on the loveseat, looking to the ground, I see the red one gone. 

Stretching out of bed, I head to the dress and stare at it for a moment. This one seems much easier to get into, but just as seductive as the last one. I look around the room one time to make sure I'm alone before running to the cupboard with my father's Mandalorian armor. 

I practically break it open and study the uniform in relief that it's still there. I almost thought I imagined it being here from how late it was last night when I saw it. Touching the helmet and sensing the light within me flames up, I take the complete uniform out and lay it on the bed. 

It looks bigger than me, but at least it will fit me because that's what I plan on doing. I plan to put it on and fight my way out of here again. I will not wait around for Kylo Ren, I will not wait for myself to be corrupted by the Darkside like he is. I'm going to escape, find Luke, Leia, or even Han, and fix what Kylo Ren has done with or without Ben-

"Anakia."

I jump back, feeling my body on fire at the thought of already being caught trying to suit up to escape. Searching around the room, I find someone in front of the doorway. It's no one I know of, but it's not a person in the physical world either. 

Staring at the transparent figure cautiously, I know without a doubt it's a spirit in the same form I saw my grandfather when I was a child. The spirit looks familiar, but I know I've never seen him in spirit form before. He's in Jedi clothing, with brown hair as long as Kylo's, and an expression similar to his. 

I notice a light scar against the side of his face and my curiosity takes over my mind at the sight of him. Taking a step away from the armor on the bed, I speak up without my eyes leaving him.

"Who are you?"

"Anakin Skywalker." He answers more calmly than I am while holding his hands together in front of him, smiling slightly at me. "I'm Ben's grandfather."

"Oh..." 

I can't help but let out with a frown. Conflict inside me forms of knowing he was once my grandfather's best friend, the chosen one, and Darth Vader. I stare at him in confusion on why he would be here talking to me of all people. 

Obi-Wan hasn't spoken to me in years, and now this man is suddenly wanting an audience with me. Feeling naked in front of him with just my nightgown on, I fold my arms and ask. 

"Why... Why have you come here to see me? You should speak to your grandson-"

"Snoke has him surrounded by the Darkside. I cannot." Anakin explains in a commanding tone that reminds me of Kylo Ren. Walking toward me, he folds his arms and informs. "... I wish to speak to you. I need to ask something of you."

"Well..." Not knowing how I should feel about this, I at least know I should continue my plan to escape. I nod at him before going back to the armor quickly and encouraging him. "Go ahead then."

As I put on my father's armor, I glance at Anakin silently watching me. My nervousness grows the longer Anakin's spirit stays here. I don't want Kylo to come in and see me talking to his dead grandfather.