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You're Welcome (Kylo Ren) - Part 1

There you were waist deep in the thick trenches of snow. You had walked for what seemed like years trying to reach any sort of village or outpost. Your ship had been attacked and you crash landed in a territory you were unfamiliar with. Your ship was unsalvageable having holes littering its once terrific exterior and all systems were fried. Communicating to anyone was impossible. You knew how dangerous walking around in this harsh weather for too long. But, staying in your broken-down ship was a death trap waiting to happen.

Your body shaking, teeth chattering, and it was becoming hard to see. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep in any sort of warmth. Your skin on your hands was merging into the skin on your arms. If you didn't get out of this cold soon, you knew you would turn into a human popsicle.

"I can't stop... Must... Keep... Going..." You told yourself weakly, your breath clouding your vision. You had lost all feeling in your feet and legs, you feared that stopping would cause your legs to freeze up and that the snow would slowly burry you alive.

A faint glow resonated in the distance; your heart skipped a beat. You were so close and yet so far. A small compound appeared on the horizon, no one was outside. But, deep down, you felt that there were people inside.

"You can do this... Just a few more steps..." You encouraged yourself, hope filling your very soul as the building got closer and closer and closer. The building was surrounded by tall metal gates. You pushed your body against the heavy metal doors. However, they didn't seem to budge. You began to panic, slamming your body against the sturdy doors.

"Please... Help me... " Your voice was raspy, almost completely gone at this point. Your back was planted firmly on the door as you slid down, all hope leaving you. You were going to die; you were so close to surviving. The cold was over taking your body, you could feel yourself shutting down. You failed yourself. Your mind was racing. People said that when you were on the cusp of death you were at peace; you accept it after a few moments and allow it to take you.

You couldn't accept it. In a weak last-ditch effort to try to open the doors you ripped your frozen hand from your body, pressing it on the door. It seemed to vibrate at your touch. You could feel an energy running through your entire body and into the door in front of you. Something inside of you told you that you could move those doors, you just had to focus. So, you closed your eyes trying to fight back the untimely hands of death, when suddenly the doors flew open, causing you to fall back into the solid snow blanket.

Slowly inching yourself inside of the gate, you were officially in the compound. You were so weak, so tired. A smile crept its way across your face as the darkness began to devour your vision. As your vision became more and more hazier, you saw a black figure emerge into your view. With each blink they were one step closer to you, until they were practically hovering over you.

The feeling of several warm hands wrapping around your frozen limbs gave you silent relief. You wanted to thank your saviors, but nothing could come out of your lips. All you could think about was the dark figure, you mentally thanked him and in the back of your mind you heard a deep, yet soft voice say

"You're welcome."

Part 2 coming soon...