The Call to the Darkness

The Prisoner

I find myself alone, in a cold, barren cell. The walls are made of impenetrable glass, and I feel uncomfortable, as if all eyes are on me. I back myself into a corner and begin to meditate. I was never that great at meditation, my mind constantly losing focus, my emotions always regaining control. But I tried. I called out to the Force, unsure of what else to do. I feel a presence, one that is somehow familiar, but completely lost to me. With this presence came light, and peace. Tranquility. "Who are you?" I call out, feeling completely ridiculous and unsure of what I was doing. "A friend," the voice is distant, but echoes through my head. "Can you help me?" I ask, for once in a long time, hopeful. "Well, that depends on your definition of 'helping you', considering I'm dead." The voice chuckled a little, and I wasn't sure how to respond. "How is this possible? What is your name? How are you here?" I call out, confused. "All are very valid questions, but I'm afraid now isn't the time for me to answer them." he responds, seeming amused by our conversation. "You look just like her, it's remarkable." he sighs. "Like who, exactly?" I raised an eyebrow, wishing I could look at the man who was communicating with me. "An old friend," he sighs, "Satine Kryze." I recognize the name. "My grandmother?" I questioned.

"Yes, but, that's beside the point. I came here because I have felt your recent struggles with the Dark side. And I came here to tell you, you must fight it. Your future is unclear right now, but it is clear to me now that your decisions will influence the galaxy greatly, and I only hope the light will guide you. You will be tempted by your anger, by your pain, but the darkness is not the way. I will do my best to guide you, and the light will be strong with you, but you will soon face great temptations." He pauses. "Someone is coming. We have no more time for this now." He sighs. "Wait! Tell me at least this. Who are you?" I call out desperately. "My name is Obi Wan Kenobi. I am the reason the force is so strong with you." And suddenly, the connection is severed. What was that supposed to mean? Before I have time to think over the recent conversation, I feel a dark presence approaching me.

"Kylo Ren. I'm so honored by your presence." I glare at him, and cross my arms over my chest. He doesn't respond to my sarcasm.

"I demand that you revoke your planet's loyalty to the Resistance. Mandalore is a valuable asset, and it would be a shame if it were to be destroyed." he pauses, possibly for dramatic effect. "Mandalore must be seen by the side of the First Order, and will continue to aid our endeavors by providing resources, areas for operational bases, and places to house troops."

I hold my glare. "The people of Mandalore will never stand behind cowards like the First Order who hide behind masks." I spit in his direction. For some reason, he takes this as an invitation to remove his mask, and again I see the entrancing face of a man who I should desperately want dead. But something in me held me back from hating him. I took in his dark features, from his raven black hair to his defined jaw and piercing eyes. I cursed myself for looking at him in such a way, and shifted my gaze to the cold ground. "If that is all you have to say, then I suggest you get out." I clench my fist and  use every ounce of my power to shove him backwards with just a thought, but this seemed to do more harm than good. As rage began to take over his features, he raised his arm in the air, and I felt my body become limp. I began to float in the air, and my body was shoved into the glass wall. As my head banged into it, I heard a crack begin to form in the glass. I began to fade in and out of consciousness as my eyes fluttered open, and I began to lose the ability to breathe. I choked for air, unable to breathe, and clawed my hands at my throat. "Ple-please. St-stop this." I begged, and felt ashamed that I now cowered in front of him. He approached me, and allowed me to fall out of the air, but he caught my neck in his grip.

"If you care at all for yourself, or the well-being of your people, you will listen to every word I have to say." His low voice bellowed, and I stared into his now cold eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" My eyes glass over, but I try to blink away the tears. "What pleasure does it bring you to hurt me, to kill thousands, to conquer planets? Why do you enjoy killing and exploiting the weak?" I ask, now feeling a tear run down my cheek.

"You'll be pleased to know, I don't." He looks into my eyes intently, and some of the coldness in his eyes fades away, just for a moment. He quickly looks away from me, as if recognizing the effect his words had on me, and he paces out of the room, adjusting his helmet on as he fades away, back into the darkness.