#tragedy arc

Do the right thing. Make the sacrifice. / Each time Runaan leaves, it is with the weight of knowing that he may not come back, that to fulfil his duty, he may have to sacrifice everything, himself, and all that we have. / You, me, Callum and Rayla, we almost sacrificed everything that we are. / Each of us pledged a part of ourselves for that mission. / As an assassin, I was trained to believe I was already dead, so that I could carry out my dark work without fear. But I am not dead! I am alive. I have a family I love.

Their banter till the very end, their loyalty despite everything, the way they held on to each other against a world that was so relentlessly cruel to them…

It broke me.

They deserved better.

🎞️ STAR WARS ALTERNATE ARC — THE LEGEND THEY NEVER DARED WRITE A Blacksite Literature™ Transmission (For the writers who still believe in stakes.)

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Let’s talk about the biggest missed opportunity in modern myth.

Rey should’ve fallen.

Not like “tempted by the dark side” fallen. I mean fallen. Fully. Beautifully. Horrifically. Turned. Twisted. Crowned by the same shadow her grandfather cast. A Sith Empress. No apology. No redemption arc.

That’s the story.

Not because it’s “edgy.” But because it’s true. To lineage. To myth. To what Star Wars used to be.

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Let’s break it down.

Palpatine has a granddaughter. She’s strong in the Force. Gifted. Alone. Untrained. Unmoored. She finds out she’s the heir of the darkest force in galactic history…

…and what happens?

A hug. A lightsaber handoff. A motivational speech about choice.

Come on.

That moment should’ve cracked the galaxy in half. It should’ve haunted her. Corrupted her. Reshaped her. Not into a “dark Rey” dream sequence — but a new villain. Not Kylo-lite. Not edgy-but-saved.

A true villain.

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Because here’s the thing:

Evil shouldn’t only be for the angsty boys. Tragedy shouldn’t only belong to male leads. Falling isn’t about gender — it’s about power, and what it costs.

Rey could’ve been a Shakespearean collapse. She could’ve become the threat. She could’ve made Finn rise.

Instead, she became an aesthetic.

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Now imagine this instead:

Years later, Jedi temples lie in ruin. Rumors swirl of a woman in black who bends the Force with ease. She’s not Supreme Leader. Not Empress. Just Rey.

No title. Just fear.

And Finn? He’s the only one who knew her before the fall. He trains in secret. He builds from nothing. Not to rule — but to stop her.

Because she loved him once. And he still does.

But the galaxy doesn’t have time for old feelings. Only fire.

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That’s your trilogy.

Not a nostalgia remix. Not a corporate checklist. A myth. A wound. A story that means something.

Because tragedy, when done right, lives forever.

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This isn’t about “dark for the sake of dark.” It’s about truth.

The truth that some bloodlines curse you. That some love stories end in war. That sometimes the only way to honor the past is to burn it down.

Rey could’ve redefined villainy. Finn could’ve redefined heroism.

Instead… We got cosplay and catchphrases.

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This is your open call, Disney.

You want the next trilogy to matter? Let it hurt. Let it surprise. Let it scar.

The fans are grown now. We’re not scared of darkness — we crave stories that make us feel.

So go ahead. Call if you’re serious. But the second you say “girlboss,” the line goes dead.

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If you’re confused: You weren’t ready for real stories.

Me, rereading it after s6: