Purpose: A Kylo Ren Tale

Seventeen

Finishing the first piece of toast, I swig some tea to get it down faster. The sweetness of the jam helps, but kriff do I hate the taste of these dung pile mushrooms. Alas, I'm determined to do anything and everything to acquire new powers. 

So I wander to the crystal cave while eating the second slice, knowing the ancient powers here will amplify the high. I get comfy on the ground, and center myself until I feel the magic run through my veins.

I clear my mind... I draw on The Dark Side of The Force... I wait...

After some time, I open my eyes.

I'm disembodied, watching myself meditate in the cave but everything feels... different. There's a light shimmer, everything seems to be rippling, vibrating at a low frequency. And time isn't working correctly, it's fragmented and jumbled. 

I'm vaguely aware that this is a vision, not astral projection.

This is not real.

I watch the vision version of myself stand and place a small crystal in each of her hands. She clenches her fists to draw blood on the jagged edges. Her mouth is moving but I can't tell what she's saying - it seems like an incantation that I haven't learned yet in reality.

As I try to focus on the words, my body melts into a puddle on the ground. The world turns upside down.

My dream-self is outside in the forest, she's placing her bloody hands on the ground at the base of a large tree.

The world flips.

She's fucking Kylo Ren under the night sky. I watch power, lust, evil, passion, greed, control, aggression, darkness, roll off of her in waves. She's on top of him, riding him, bloody palms on his chest.

The world flips.

The large tree is dead. Once lush and full, it's now broken and black. The decaying trunk is crumbling in front of me.

The world flips.

She's floating in the sky, hovering in midair, arms stretched out wide, hair and black robes flowing different directions in the wind. Her eyes are jet black. She is all powerful.

The world flips.

I see my cottage, under a layer of snow many feet deep. The garden is dead.

The world flips.

She's standing at the mouth of the large crystal cave on the edge of the cliff, staring up at the dual suns. Black smoke swirls around her frame, it encompasses her. There's nothing but black smoke. There's nothing but darkness.

There's nothing.

There's nothing.

I wake from my trance.

The entire day has gone by, I open my eyes to the darkness of the cave at midnight.

"Whoa," I whisper into the empty cavern.

I had just seen many things, and I knew it would take time to understand the meaning of it all. But I was certain of one thing: I had just envisioned myself at my most powerful. I could feel the way the potent strength flowed through my veins. It was intoxicating.

Walking home under the triple moonlight, I ponder the symbols of the vision - crystals, blood, sex, nature. When I reach the cottage I go straight to "Dark Enchantments" and start poring over the pages. I soak up anything related to what I saw in that cave.

As I'm drifting off to sleep later, I thank The Force for leading me to The Dark Side. I am so grateful to feel like I'm headed towards my true purpose.

The next morning I wake feeling invigorated.

Today's the day.

"Fuck these boots," I sing to myself while happily chucking them into the back of my closet. 

After a quick breakfast I grab a basket of supplies and my sunhat, and practically run out the door. My bare feet hit the grass and I stand there for a few moments, savoring the sensation. I missed this. Two suns shine down on me, warming my skin.

It's officially planting season.

The ground has finally warmed enough to support the life that will soon grow here. I grab tools from the shed and begin breaking the soil, tilling it, dividing it into columns. My wicker basket is full of small glass bottles, each filled with a different seed variety. I summon them to me one at a time, and begin planting along the dirt rows.

I work my way through the garden bed and bury different sections of herbs, vegetables, fruits. And then flowers and teas around the house. Using The Force, I draw runes and patterns in the dirt. I meditate nearby, feeling the power of bringing life to this earth.

Once finished, I put the tools in the shed and bring my basket inside. I light a fire in the hearth, and then turn my attention to the window overlooking the garden.

I close my eyes, imagining a perfect gentle rain cascading down upon the seeds, gifting them with their first drink. I smell the petrichor, rain on dry dirt. I visualize the soft cloud above the house. I actualize the pitter patter of drops on my roof.

When I open my eyes, it's gently raining on the garden.

My body is sore from the day's labor, but I feel satisfied. After dinner I sit by the fire and reflect on the vision again. The symbols. Crystals. Blood. Sex. Nature. There are a few advanced charms in "Dark Enchantments" that include all of these elements.

I meditate.

I bridge the connection.

Kylo Ren.

"Witch."

We spend the next few hours discussing what I saw in my trance. He listens intently to every detail.

"And what have you come to understand from this vision?"

I must immerse myself fully in The Dark Side. Instead of letting nature and sex gift me with power, I must take it for myself. Claim what is rightfully mine.

"And if this prophecy comes to pass?"

I will wield the most dangerous power in the galaxy.

"You are on the path to greatness. The Supreme Leader was wise when he foresaw your fate."

Who fucking cares about Snoke.

"Watch your filthy mouth, Witch."

Or what, Sir?

"Or I'll reward you with multiple presents this time."

More than one?

"Six."