Salvation To My Stars • Kylo Ren [2]

XXXIII

Bellamy's Pov

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Innocence. Love. Happiness. Childhood.

I think about that every now and then. I think about the old days when I was a child, a young girl with two braids in her hair instead of long raven curls. If only now I could still feel free, unrestricted, like a cloud in the sky.

Floating. Flying. Everything.

I recall sitting in my mother's lap, alongside the old fireplace we once had, her gentle, angelic voice propelled me to follow in her footsteps. Her path was lit by new beginnings and worlds that I never seen before. As years ticked by, memories were born, but the best memories were when I was young. Yet, I can't remember much more past those few small visions of hope, all trailing back to my mother.

Try as I might, I think back to all the memories with my father but only see darkness and neglect. That isn't true though, it can't be. Before I walked aboard this ship, I was hit with a wave of memories long forgotten. I don't understand how I could of forgotten them, they were good.

My mind was still surging with perplexity when Sebastian came to sit beside me, polishing the knife blades he kept on a sash. "You look confused."

I nod my head, not really interested in what he had to say. "Guess you could say that."

"What's on your mind dollface?" He questions, wiping one of the blades on his shirt until he could see his reflection. "Sometimes it's good to talk about it."

I wore a puzzled expression. "Why do you care so much?"

"I don't," He stated simply. "But I'm never one to shut down a damsel in distress."

"Let me stop you right there," I snapped, glaring at him with a grim look. "I'll never be the damsel in distress, ever."

"Forgive me General."

"Forgiven," I muttered, standing up. "If you need me, I'll be in the cockpit."

"Wait a second," He quickly said before I had the chance to leave. "You shouldn't stress over whatever is going on, your pretty face doesn't need wrinkles any time soon."

I turned my head to the side to avert his gaze, but the sudden rosiness of my cheeks gave me away. I reply with a nod, quickly walking away before he adds anything else. I couldn't believe what was happening, I didn't know how to stop or or control it.

Stop this.

You are better than this.

But the happiness felt so good...

Enough!

"We've found the Jedi, they are heading to Chandrila-"

"Issy, are you okay?" Elwood questions as I enter the cockpit, Captain Onyx looking equally worried.

I shake my head. It was pounding, throbbing, like a stab wound in my brain, I fell over and held onto my head. The pain was right between my eyes with many visual disturbances flashing through my mind. The pain was excruciating, like nothing I have felt before.

I knew I would faint when my stomach gave out. It felt like my innards were being replaced by some kind of black hole. Then nausea crept from my abdomen to my head and the world went black.

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I was surrounded by cloaked figures. Little strands of orange or purple hair fell out from the hidden faces and I was able to take in some beards that fell out of the masked beings. Some of the cloaked figures were shorter than others while others had rather pointy hands.

I extend my hand to reach for my lightsaber but it's gone. That's when I panic, I stand up from the ground and prepare my fists, ready to punch at anyone who tried to come onto me, but no one did.

A single cloaked figure stepped forwards, his hands folded neatly in his lap. I shuffle away, keeping my fighting stance in case he tried anything but again, nothing happened.

There was absolute stillness. No air stirred the grass or leaves. No clouds drifted in the sea of blue above. No water dripped or flowed. Not a sound could be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance. Even my own breath seemed to die as soon as it left my mouth. It was an eerie sort of tranquility, so instead of being soothed, my senses became heightened. I felt like the prey even though no predator could be detected. It was as if the world were encased in a cocoon, a bubble, and there was no way out.

"What do you want?"

The hooded figure who stepped before me let his cloaked face show and I suddenly became fascinated by his scar. I took in the rest of him, noting his undeniably handsome features.

It runs in the family, I suppose.

"Feel it."

I squint my eyes, trying to mask my surprise. My fists still stay raised but I know I won't have to use them.

"Feel it," He repeated. "The spark of hope, the feeling to protect and the pull to light."

"Great grandfather-"

"We are here to help you Bellamy, your father too..."

"I don't understand?"

"The light, it calls to you," Anakin took my fist with both of his hands. "I have seen you struggle for far too long Bellamy and it isn't just the fallen Jedi who are worried, it's also Ben Solo."

"What?" This is real, this is all happening. It may be inside my head but the dead Jedi of every generation are surrounding me, trying to pull me into the light. "You just want my power!"

"Snoke is the one who wants your power."

"You are lying," I seethe, slapping his hands away from me. "I am a Sith."

"The prophecy calls towards the possibility of the greatest supreme," Anakin explains, his glare almost as persuading as his words. "Don't let the prophecy define you, don't become like me."

I stumble backwards, the truth becoming all too real. I'm stricken with relief when my mother steps forward, letting her hood drop. She's so...beautiful. My breath is taken away. Her face is flawless, every feature is exactly how I remember it.

"Mom?" I whisper, my voice barely audible. The tears sting my eyes, as if all the nerves had been covered in acid.

I wake up screaming. Kicking my legs and thrashing around until I'm finally restrained by my father. I look at him, pain covering my ghostly face. "What's happening to me?"