Continuum (Reylo AU)

Reign

"We were like gods
at the dawning of the world,
& our joy was so bright
we could see nothing else
but the other."
— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

A pair of hazel eyes belonging to a young woman stared deeply at an oculus as it displayed the raging battle occurring amidst the depths of space, outside the domain of the very ship she stood on—the Primacy. She covered her mouth with her palm, suppressing a sob as she watched her friends and the rest of the rebel fleet fight for their lives against the enemy, the Final Order.

They were pricks of light fading out like dying stars. Only a few continued to shine, representing the Rebel Alliance ships which lasted this long. It meant that some of them were still alive. There was still hope.

But it was all on her to keep it that way.

You know what you have to do, a voice scraped against the inside of her mind. A voice which was not her own. It's all up to you to save them.

"Reina."

The woman flinched, returning to her senses. She turned around, her face fierce with determination, yet her eyes were filled with joy as she found her companion still standing across the room from her, seeing he was observing her in her silence.

They'll die, the whispers warned her.

"What is it?" she asked him, innocently.

"I want you to join me," the man said, resolve in his warm brown eyes which burned brighter than the flames around him. "We can rule together and bring a new order to the galaxy."

It was this. This bomb he dropped on her that caused Reina to release the sob she held in her throat, clutching her chest as if he had took the lightsaber he held in his hand and drove it into her. At that very moment, all the hope and joy in her face vanished. She blinked at the throne room, taking in the violent scene around them. The crime they committed. The fight they won. The proof of them working as a team and how well (too well) they worked together. It shouldn't exclude the fact that this was the first they weren't trying to kill one other.

Bodies belonging to Supreme Leader Smoke's guards laid dead on the floor in their white armor, each in their own gruesome manner. And the Supreme Leader himself sat on his throne, or better yet, his corpse did. Though, only his bottom half remained as his body was severed by the sword of Jedi Master Luke Starkiller. The weapon which Reina's companion held loosely in one hand.

The top half of Smoke's torso laid at the bottom of his chair which the man stepped over to bring himself closer to her.

It was this very battle that started the fire which had spread all around above them, burning the red walls, ceiling, and the banners with the fifteen-rayed hexagonal insignia belonging to the Final Order to the ground. And standing amongst the smoke and carnage in the room, underneath the rain of embers and ashes, the young man dressed in red extended his hand out to the woman he believed to be his equal.

"Don't do this, Bellamy," she begged him, staring at him in utter disbelief.

"Bellamy Starkiller is dead," he declared, as if he weren't speaking about himself, but an entirely different person.

Reina could only stand there and watch in horror and shock as he approached her with his uncle's lightsaber still in his hand. She detected no threat, which struck fear to her heart like ice. It made this even more painful. "Please don't—"