Purpose: A Kylo Ren Tale

Twelve

I spend the following fortnight in quiet solitude.

My control of the elements has grown exponentially, and I look forward to the end of the frozen season so I can tend to the garden and gift it with perfect weather conditions.

My days are full of meditating in the small crystal cavern, practicing new spells, or reading by the fire.

"Duel of the Fates" has proved to be a real page turner. I learn all about great masters from both the Light Side and the Dark Side. Important duels between the foes are detailed. It's action packed.

Both the Sith and the Jedi embraced one side of The Force over the other. But the more I learn, the more I'm starting to think the Jedi were going about things all wrong. No wonder they got obliterated.

While reading about the two polar ends of morality, I truly ponder my own place on the spectrum. I used to consider myself middle ground.

But I crave power. More and more power.

Dark Side.

I have killed before and surely will again.

Dark Side.

I lust for sexual dominance.

Dark Side.

I am Kylo Ren's studious apprentice.

Dark Side.

I will be a weapon for The First Order.

Dark Side.

The realization of where my moral compass points doesn't shock or offend me. I know that this path will lead to a greater purpose in the universe, and I decidedly put my faith in The Dark Side of The Force. I meditate and call out to my ancestors before me, I pray to the Dark names I've read in this book.

For the first time, I feel... wicked.

A wicked Witch.

I embrace the persona. I magic my clothing and now instead of drab gray it's all seductive black. I paint my eyelids smoky charcoal, my lips blood red. I let my wild hair do as it pleases. My outsides now better match my insides, and my confidence is record high. Evil feels sexy. It radiates off of me.

I continue working my way through my spellbook.

The next skill I master is a protective charm.

I search through the kindling pile until I find a twig that's similar to the sketch in "Dark Enchantments". I bring it to the kitchen table where I've placed other ingredients.

First I grind various dried herbs and flower petals into powder. I use my hands to pack it into a small cone shape, and then light the peak on fire. The incense swirls in the air. I hold the twig and run it back and forth through the smoke, while whispering an ancient incantation.

I keep it in my hand and head outside. Fresh snow lays untouched across my property, turning the yard into a sparkling blank canvas. I walk around the entirety of the house, using the wand to draw shapes in the snow. I create a boundary with the runes.

I circle around the house a second time, but now I'm holding my bare hand over the patterns. I use The Force to coerce the molecules in the snowflakes to rearrange so they warm and melt. I turn the snow into water and watch as it seeps into the ground. I do this until the entire border has been absorbed into the earth.

My charm is now a part of this land, and will protect this home from any outside forces who would do harm.

As evening falls, I clean up my workspace in the kitchen and then settle on the couch by the fire. I sip mulled wine, the rich aroma fills the room.

And then a familiar feeling washes over me.

He's on his way.

I sense his ship land a few minutes later, I wait patiently. When my front door finally opens for him, I watch his eyes land on me. His pupils expand and he drinks in the sight of my new aesthetic.

"Witch," he greets me.

"Sir."

"This look suits you."

"Yes, it does," I reply unabashedly.

He walks into the room and stands by the fire in front of me. We don't speak for a few minutes while he warms the chill out of his bones. I haven't added any new logs to the flames but the temperature seems to be rising around me. His presence makes my skin hot.

He finally turns to me. "I sensed a protective border as I approached. Your abilities have grown. It's very impressive."

His eyes are intense.

"You've become formidable."

I could melt.

"Why have you come to visit this time, Kylo Ren?"

"Your reward."

Remembering that he's brought nothing with him, I look to his hands. They're empty.

I watch as he removes his cape, and then unfastens the armor to let it fall away. He takes a glove between his teeth and tugs it off, repeats the process with the other. He's left in just a long sleeved undershirt, pants, and boots. But I can't stop thinking about his hands.

Time slows while he's walking towards me, never looking away.

He kneels down in front of where I sit on the couch and I'm reminded of a similar view from the night in his room. But this time, fuck, this time when he reaches his hand towards my face, I finally feel skin on skin.

It's electric.

His fingers finally trace the shape of my mouth, he gently runs them down my cheek. His skin is rough but feels luxurious, it's a stark contrast to my softness.

Fuck, I want his hands everywhere on my body.

"Greedy girl," he says as his entire demeanor changes.

His pupils are so large that I can barely see the ring of warm hazel.

He stands up and towers over me, looking down at me, and his hand loses all traces of gentle. He grabs my face harshly and snaps my head back so he can see me fully. The whiplash makes me slightly dizzy but otherwise I do not react.

I'm his to use.

"Is this what you want? Is this how you want me to touch you?"

"Yes, Sir," I reply truthfully through pinched cheeks.

He rips his hand away. "Stand up. Now."

I do as I'm told.

I'm not nervous, I rise from the couch confidently. We're facing each other in front of the fire, and I have to tip my head back to see his face. He's inches away. I feel his breath on my lips. He does not kiss me.

"Get on your knees."