#lightrisen

             ❛ you alright? ❜

   poe knelt down in front of her, his eyes holding    a clearly worried look. he had been working on    his x-wing in silence when the look on her face    had caught his complete attention.

@lightrisen

He had felt her coming. Of course he had. The Force had always been strong in her, even as a small child, a babe challenging the oldest of his padawan only with babyish joy in her gurgling smiles.

Thirteen years ago, Ben Solo turned to the dark side, murdering all of Luke’s charges. Thirteen years ago, he accepted his failures as a Jedi Master attempting to educate the new generation without knowing quite how to do so, his own training incomplete, awkward, strange. Fearing his own daughter would turn to the dark side, he knew he couldn’t continue her training, not like this, not until he found balance in himself again, not until he could dissimulate that message properly. He needed to be alone in the Force.

 He had abandoned Rey on Jakku in the hands Unkar Plutt, hoping that Han would find her in his search for the Millennium Falcon, locking away her memories of her training, of the Force, to prevent her turning, and disappeared to find the First Temple, to understand and know the wild Force, long before it had been twisted into two opposites, long before it was anything but the power of universe that all life belonged to, that passed through all.

And here she was now. His daughter. Holding Anakin Skywalker’s lightsaber. Asking him- for what? For training? To take it? To save her? 

Everything he hadn’t wanted for her.

And she didn’t know him, either. He barely knew her.

And he had lost.

       “ I know, but this one won’t. we won’t let it, okay? ” a small smile passed her lips, hand quickly squeezing his own.

        Something about her words relaxed him, and he believe her.          Nodding he looks up to her with a soft expression.