The force in redemption | Kylo Ren x reader | ✔

Chapter 129, the Darksaber

/ First Person Protagonist POV /

I stared at the lightsaber hilt for a couple seconds in amazement. It was beautiful. The flat handle was longer than that of a normal lightsaber, with the crossguard being higher up, almost where the blade would be emitted. If the handle was fascinating, I couldn't wait to see how the blade must be.

" The Darksaber?" I repeated in awe. " It even has a name."

" Yes. My handcrafted saber from my time as a Jedi." Vizsla repeated, slightly peaking over my shoulder to take a look at his old weapon. " A weapon that came in great use to me and its many successors."

" It's so... different than any other hilt I've seen, it's beautiful. May I?" I asked, wanting to see the whole sword. The force ghost nodded. I stood up and ignited the blade, which made a higher pitch noise than a usual lightsaber when the kyber crystal formed the bright black blade, which was a little shorter than a typical lightsaber's, and a low hum sounded at every slight movement I made. 

" You used a black kyber crystal to make it? They must be so rare. I now see why it's called the Darksaber." I chuckled under my breath. 

The black blade was the darkest shade of the color I'd ever seen. It was so obscure it had a bright white glow around it, as if it sucked the light of it's close surroundings. I held my breath at the captivating blade. It was unlike any lightsaber I'd seen before. 

" It's mesmerizing." I whispered. " And it must be so ancient. How is it still intact after all this time?"

" The Darksaber has been passed on through countless generations, y/n. Each which has taken great care of the sword. It is after all, a symbol of power and nobility for Mandalorians, despite our different clans." Vizsla explained.

" That's a lot of honor for a blade." I replied, swinging the Darksaber delicately from side to side. I had a firm yet comfortable grip on the hilt, like it had been sculped for my hand. I could easily do swift, powerful movements with the Darksaber. It felt lighter than the green one I'd made when I was younger, training with Pha Stett, and the double hilt saber staff I had used as Kylo's apprentice and a Knight of Ren. 

" With great honor comes great responsibility and worth." He said. Vizsla's force ghost drifted centimeters off the ground, 'walking' around the dimly lit room. " Only someone worthy can be deemed to wield the Darksaber." 

I closed the blade, which made another high pitched hum as it retreated back into the hilt. " Someone worthy?" I echoed. " How exactly does one become worthy of your lightsaber?"

" Every new heir of the Darksaber couldn't just claim it, they had to defeat its past owner in a fatal combat to prove their strength to use it." Vizsla conferred. 

" That's morbid!" I exclaimed defensively. " I won't kill the Darksaber's past user to prove my worth! That's not how it should be done! I- I can't do that, I'm sorry." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose and looking down at the ground.

" It may not be the only way." He exclaimed. 

I looked back towards the force ghost. " It's not? Why didn't you say that before?" I cocked an eyebrow. 

" You asked how one could prove their worth to wield the Darksaber. I answered with the truth." Vizsla shrugged, making me want to slightly roll my eyes. " I am the creator of the Darksaber, and it is to me that worth should be proven. But it was impossible, since I'm deceased."

" But you're here now, as a force ghost guide, so it isn't impossible for me." My lips tugged upwards into a smile. " Am I worthy enough of your lightsaber?" I asked, a little impatient.