𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 | 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓞𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔁 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓼

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It was a hole. And it was surrounded by seaweed that went down into it. It was impossible to say what was inside that hole unless you fell inside it. And seemed like it was indeed trying to drag you into it. It sent loud tempting voices to your mind, make it hard to resist it. And what would happen if you decided to fall into it? Maybe you'd hit your head against a rock and die or maybe you'd just keep falling for eternity. The only way to find out was to jump inside. And as soon as you look deeper inside it. . . - water seemed to burst out of it, straight into your face. It was cold. So cold that it felt like needles digging into your skin, causing the warm blood in your body to become freezing cold. But it all was stopped when a huge, bright, flaming eye appeared  in front of you. It flashed too quickly for a human eye and if you could, you would cover, or at least, close your eyes, turn around and run away as fast as you could to only be far away from that horrible view and sounds. The sounds were words, but they were spoken in some ancient, dark language that you could not understand. And whatever the language was, it sounded horrible when spoken through that disgusting, full-of-hatred voice.

~~~

Rey woke up with a gasp. She always saw the hole and the eye. But it never felt so. . . real. She could see, hear, smell, and feel absolutely everything in this dream - (or rather) nightmare. Maybe it wasn't just inside her head. Maybe it was real.

Rey could think about that all day but if you wanted to survive, you needed to get up and go searching for things that Unkar would pay well for. He was one of the people in the desert of Jakku who was able to keep the scavengers alive.

She tried to focus on what she could see now instead of what she saw in her nightmare, and saw tiny pieces of dust flying around her home. She could only see them when they were in a ray of light.

The droid she found yesterday - Classified - rolled over to her and started beeping with joy.

"Give me a moment," she groaned, rubbing her eyes. She sat up and looked straight at Classified.

~~~

"Was that seriously necessary?" Poe asked.

"Yes. And you will be steering that thing," Aragorn told him.

They were standing in front of a old rusty speeder. They had cloth wrapped around their heads as a protection from the deadly warmth coming from the sun in the sky.

"What?! No!" he exclaimed. "Gandalf and Leia send me on such a hard mission there and back again-"

"Sorry, Poe. . . but I'm only good at horse riding while you're probably one of the best pilots in this world."

Actually Aragorn was right. Poe knew that his words were truer than he might have hoped and he could not argue with him anymore. "Fine," he finally said.

~~~

"Don't worry. He might still show up," Rey told the droid. "Whoever you're waiting for, Classified. . . I know all about waiting."

She took the bag with all the precious things she found today, and pulled it to the long line of scavengers with their own stuff.

When it was finally her turn, she handed the things to Unkar Plutt who carefully examined them.

"These pieces are worth. . ." he began. "Let me see here. . . Only half portion.

"Last week they were half a portion each," Rey pointed out in a slightly aggravated toned. She hated him. Plutt was the most unfair person she had ever met.

He leaned forward. "What about the droid?"

Rey looked down at Classified in confusion. "What about him?"

"I'll pay for him. . . " Plutt turned around to take something. When he was done, he turned around with a big pile of portions in his arms. He dropped them on the counter. ". . . Sixty portions."

Rey rushed over to the pile, stunned at the great amount. She wouldn't have to go around the desert to fight for survival. She have food for so many days. She would finally have a break from fighting for survival. . . But what would happen to Classified?. . .

She turned around to look at the small droid. It was all alone. Alone in the centre of a desert without its owner. It seemed to like her, trust her. What would it feel like to abandoned by the only people you had? Rey knew the answer. From deep inside, those feelings had just burst out to the surface. She couldn't sell and leave Classified. He wasn't even her property.

"Actually," she began, pushing the portions away. "The droid's not for sale."

Her and Classified turned around and left.