Purpose: A Kylo Ren Tale

Eleven

My eyes snap open.

I've returned to my body in the cabin. Glistening with sweat, nightgown only around my waist, the rest of me exposed. I let out a laugh, I know I'm a sight to see.

I feel satisfied. But also know that I crave more.

More sexual power. More magical power. More Kylo Ren.

I walk to the 'fresher to clean myself up before returning to bed and I fall into a deep slumber soon after. Body and mind exhausted.

I'm dreaming of the large crystal cave.

My vision begins with my bare feet walking through lush summer grass. It's warm outside, the daylight shines down on my skin. I'm walking through the forest, headed towards the mouth of a cave on the edge of a cliff. The opening faces the dual suns.

I stare in wonder. The sunbeams glitter off of thousands of giant crystals, refracting rainbows in all directions. It's hypnotizing. A low hum calls to me.

I begin to walk inside.

I'm in a trance, following the cave deeper and deeper. Running my hands along the jagged walls, feeling the ancient magic of this place. I walk deeper. The further I get, the thicker the air feels. But I can't stop myself from going down deeper. There is power here. I need it.

The more I walk, the less sunlight surrounds me. It's dark. Damp. Cold. I still feel the power around me, but it now feels sinister. Evil. All light disappears. I am enveloped in darkness. I am not afraid.

I wake up the next morning.

Over my breakfast tea, I reflect back on the dream. Was it a warning? Or an invitation?

I thumb through some pages of "Dark Enchantments" while sipping my warm brew. I've almost completely mastered the language of the runes, and decide today is the day I finally practice some spells.

My mind settles on a charm to manipulate the elements, control the weather. After throwing the needed supplies in my satchel, I dress in warm clothes and boots, wrap a shawl around my shoulders, and head out into the snow.

The forest is quiet, and the cold ground crunches beneath my feet. I have crystals on my mind, so I hike to the smaller cave near my home. I've come to understand that they are not ordinary rock formations, but rather a mystical element that help focus my energy and amplify my abilities.

I walk through the woods, admiring the scenery, feeling The Force run through and between all of the living things. Over the last few months my connection to the land has somehow grown even stronger.

The entrance to the cave sits just beneath the hollow base of a massive tree.

Smaller crystals speckle the walls and ceiling, they glimmer in the morning sunlight. There is enough space inside for me to sit and spread out my supplies: a wooden bowl, a jar of water, matches, a bundle of herbs bound with twine, a knife.

I sit cross legged facing the mouth of the cave and line them in front of me, bowl in the center.

I reread the passage in "Dark Enchantments", set it aside, and begin meditating. My mind clears away all distractions. I let the crystals focus my energy.

Once I feel centered, I open my eyes to begin.

The charm is all about the elements: earth, wind, water, fire, blood. I pinch some dirt and sprinkle it in the bowl. I pour a small amount of water, and use a finger to mix the contents into a paste. Taking the knife in my right hand, I pierce the flesh of my left palm.

I close my hand into a tight fist, and let three drops of blood fall into the bowl. It sizzles.

Next, I strike a match and light the bundle of herbs. I wait until the end is completely on fire, and then gently blow until the flames die but smoke continues to swirl from the tip. 

Raising the smudge into the air, I begin painting the necessary runic shapes with smoke.

After completing the correct symbols I fully extinguish the herbs in the bowl, held in my opposite hand. It hisses. I feel a magnetic energy flow into my fingers.

I set everything down, close my eyes, and bring my hands together in front of me. Palm to palm. I let my mind focus on the atmosphere around me. I push the molecules in the air to do my bidding, force atoms to rearrange themselves into the picture I'm conjuring in my head.

I open my eyes and hold my hands out in front of me.

The smallest snow cloud is hovering over my palms.

No bigger than a melon, it gracefully sits in midair and dusts tiny glittering snowflakes down onto my hands. I watch as they land and melt at the contact of my warm skin.

Magic.

Imagining rain, I close my eyes again. And when I open, this time a small storm cloud hovers over my fingers. Little water droplets sprinkle down. Miniature lightning bolts strike my skin.

I feel so fucking powerful in this moment.

I silently thank The Force for granting me this new ability. I know that in time, with more practice, I'll be able to manipulate the weather on larger scales.

Most of the day is spent meditating and conjuring small meteorological events within the cave. After a while I grow tired, and start repacking my supplies. I hike home during the second sunset.

The cottage is chilly when I return, so I summon a fire in the hearth. I rummage the pantry for stew, place it in a pot to cook, and warm my fingers and toes by the flames.

Dinner satisfies my body, and my mind is still busy reminiscing about the day's events.

I reflect on how far I've come in the last few months.

Not long ago, I was begging the universe for guidance, for purpose. And now for the first time in my life I feel like I'm headed towards something important. Getting closer to my full potential.

In part, thanks to the man in the mask.

I clean the kitchen, then settle in front of the fire. Legs crossed, spine straight, eyes closed. I calm my mind. I reach out into The Force, search for his signature. I swim through the nothingness until I finally see his raw crackling energy.

I bridge the connection and speak to his mind.

Kylo Ren.

"Witch."

You owe me a reward. I found you last night.

"You'll get what you deserve, soon."