When an unexpected betrayal sends a wingless fairy into a lonely world of darkness and self-loathing, Rey must learn how to love herself again - with the help of a Raven
Events loosely inspired by the movie Maleficent
This chapter was incredibly difficult to write. There is a paragraph that may be triggering to some, with mentions of being drugged by someone. I'll have a set of these ** before and after it if you should choose to skip over it.
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Not one piece of land was omitted from Kylo's search for Rey that morning. Boulders, toppled trees, hollow timbers, hedges, places in which she could've used for hiding spots hadn't been ignored. He'd also checked inside every cleft to every tree, just in case she was in creature form. And inadvertently disturbing a few very cranky great-horned owls in the process.
Because if Rey was anything akin to his kind from the marshes, he assumed she might have phased while in the proximity of a threat. The probabilities of that may have seemed unlikely, but the odds were present. Kylo wasn't about taking chances at this point.
Except, finding her in that particular aspect wasn't the problem, it was covering every square inch of a forest that seemed to have no end - doing so alone. And he hadn't the slightest idea as to where she'd ventured off to the evening before with Hux.
As the morning rolled into the peak hours of mid-afternoon the rain gradually tapered off to a soothing mist, and the sun had begun to shine through the clouds. With no indications of her being anywhere near the outer perimeters of the realm, Kylo had begun to fear the worst. For that, he had no one else to blame but himself.
How could he had been such a fool that day? When he could've easily phased and urged her not to leave, or followed her when intuition proved him right; even if it meant breaking his word. He wouldn't have cared whether she'd gotten angry with him or not, at least he had been there to protect her. If Rey was dead, he'd never forgive himself.
Rey, my sweet ray of light. Where are you?
Soaring deeper into the forest he prayed for a sign that his search wasn't in vain. He needed something, a beacon or anything, to point him in the right direction of where to find her. Dead or alive, he just wanted to bring her home. Though he ardently wished for the latter. Having suffered so much loss already, the thought of losing Rey was more than he could bear.
But then, just when he was close to giving up hope, that's when he noticed it, a small object burnishing like a hidden gem reflecting intense rays of the sun in a thicket, near an overhang to a woodsy hilltop. It was the perfect place for stargazing, with little to no cover for shade at the bluff, providing a fully open aspect of the heavens. And a magnificent overview of the humans' kingdom.
Stargazing. Rey loves stargazing. There! She has to be there!
With renewed vigor, he hurried towards the signal, forcing his wings to exceed every limitation. Slowing as he drew near he landed gracefully where he believed the object would be. And there, amongst the fallen leaves and mud, with its string severed in half, was the ring he'd gifted Rey.
