In Battle With Time (Reylo Fanfiction) Sequel To Trust The Stars #TheWattys2016

They took him

Dorothylla's POV:

They took grand uncle immediately. He didn't complain, just went along with their commands. And so they left.

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This huge iron door has been shut for more than five hours. FIVE HOURS! This is too long. What if they did something bad to him, what if they hurt him.

They are obviously interrogating him, but why? Why did they take him, not me. If he is out there suffering, I want to be next to him. I want to help him.

What should i do now? I am getting little anxious and claustrophobic in here. Maybe I should try and get in touch with him. Through the force, maybe it will work, it is worth the try.

I closed my eyes briefly, and opened them again. Calm down Dorothylla, calm down. I took one extra deep breath and shut my eyes,tightly. Now when everything is dark, I need to concentrate. I need to find him.

Hmm, I will try this way. "Master Luke! Master Luke! " I called through the brain.

No answer.

"Master Luke! It's Dorothylla, please answer me". I begged. Still nothing, only a blank space. Black hole. Maybe I am not good with the force, maybe I am too weak,untrained. Untalented.

One tiny warm tear rolled down my round face. Always when I think like this I get super emotional and it gets on my nerves, it makes me feel weaker each time.

"Dorothylla these are your first steps, child." A deep male voice echoed inside my head. Am I getting some connection or just getting mad. Yeah, I believe is the second one. Totally.

"Do not stress dear Dorothylla, you have compassion and strength, just like I had when I was your age. Soon you will meet the true power you posses." This time another manly voice spoke. This one felt younger, much younger. Who are they? They are encouraging me to continue.

OK, I will try once again. If I can't reach my grand uncle, then I will try to reach mom, or dad. Maybe even grandma. She is also a force sensitive user, but she hides it. Many times she talked to me about her powers, and I don't remember everything she said, but I do remember that she doesn't want everyone to know, then she will have more enemies than before. I do not know why she even thinks like that.

People will find out, everyone around her is force sensitive, but she still doesn't want the words out, and that fine, I guess.

Now, first I will contact mom. I closed my eyes once again and called her name. "Rey Solo, Rey, Rey, mom." I cursed to myself. I know I am too small to curse, but sometimes dad does that when mom isn't around, and I learned it from him. Yikes.

Anyways I should have known that this won't work, it is too complex and I am only three years old.

Maybe if I tried to reach dad and grandma, something will happen...
This is my last chance, if I don't get them to speak to me I am doomed,officially.

"Dad!, Ben Solo! Ben Solo!" For a moment I felt a small eruption, like a tiny bomb that went off. Deep, somewhere deep. Maybe this is a clue. Maybe there is a way.

"Dad can you hear me? Ben Solo can you hear me? It is Dorothylla. Dad I need help, please say something, anything. Please." I cried from inside, but all felt dead. Maybe it was all my imagination, nothing more than that, nothing happened. But that explosion it was there, it felt real. And it turned off, just as fast as it was made.

Those two voices that spoke to me previously, they were my first connections, and they know me, but I don't know them. It is strange.

Once again I got lost deep in thought, in a place far away. A place called what would have happened, if I did this or that. A better world, the one that doesn't exist, there is only reality.

Suddenly a noise of keys was heard. Someone started opening the door. I placed myself in a protective manner if I have to use the force. As the door opened a man was harshly pushed inside, soaking in blood. Oh no, Luke...

Hi guys! How are you doing? Here is the next chapter of in Battle with time. Hope you enjoy it.
I try to update as regular as I can because of school and exams, and all this chaotic time of the year.