Rey was a scavenger living on the junkyard planet of Jakku. Her entire life had been spent salvaging broken things and making them whole again. One day as she was searching for ship parts to trade for food, she found a wounded man dressed in black a...
I sit up in my hammock, my eyes snap open suddenly but I can't expel the images from my mind. Images of a dark masked creature who brought death with his every step. These nightmares have haunted me for the past six years, why can't I have the wonderful dreams I once had? The dreams of a boy with dark hair and onyx eyes, a boy from an island far away. The boy that promised me he would come for me one day. I would have left years ago, but he promised that he would come for me one day, and how could he find me if I was gone?
Everyone laughs at me, they say that he isn't real that I'm so lonely that I had to imagine that I had a friend. But I know he's real, I can't explain it but I feel his presence. Sometimes he would come to me in my daydreams and it was almost as if he was really here with me.
He was the only friend I had, but now he is gone. I still hear his voice whisper "I'll come back sweetheart, I promise." But I never see him anymore, all I see is that masked monster. I am afraid of what has become of him. Is that creature holding him prisoner? Is that why he hasn't come back for me?
I feel as if I've been waiting here for him for a thousand years. Every day I watch the ships coming from far away, hoping that my parents will be aboard one of them, even though I know that they will never come back. I look at the visitors, most of them coming to get new parts for their ships, hoping to see him, but he's never there. It feels as if I die every day when I discover that no one has come for me.
But I won't give up, my parents will come back for me, and if they don't I have to believe that he will.
No matter what I know that I have to stay where I am. I could have taken a ship and left years ago, but if I leave my parents won't know where I am, and I'm afraid that he will never come back.
I swing my legs over the side of my bed, and think back to my nightmare. This was different than most, as I do every night I saw the masked creature; I heard a voice...his voice. But this time I saw him, it was the first time in years. He stood on the edge of a snow covered cliff. The masked creature stood in front of him. They looked at each other for a long moment before the monster reached out and pushed him off of the cliff with a strange, unseen force.
I had found myself on the edge of the cliff next to the man in the mask. I didn't run from him as I usually do, instead I ran to the edge of the cliff and reached out trying to save the boy, but the man in the mask grabbed me and stopped me from saving him. I struggled in his arms but his grasp was like iron and I was forced to watch as the boy hit the ground. I screamed and forced my way free, running to the edge of the cliff. But as I looked down into the abyss, all I saw was his lifeless body on the ground below. I collapsed to the ground, allowing the tears to fall freely from my eyes.
After a moment I had regathered my courage and stood, turning to face the masked man. I peered at him with rage through my tears. I hated him with a passion. I looked in every direction, searching for a weapon, any weapon. My eyes landed on a silver object in the snow. It didn't look like a weapon, but somehow I knew that it was one. I had seen the boy wield it in my dreams. I reached out and willed it into my hand, I don't know how but it flew into my hand, but it was a dream.
I pressed the button on the side of the weapon, and a bright beautiful blue blade ignited from the end of it. I looked at the man in the iron mask, my glare burned into him. He regarded me for a moment, as if he had no interest in fighting me. But I didn't care, he took everything from me. I lunged forward, swinging the laser sword at him.
He stepped back, then pulled his own weapon into his hand. When he ignited it, I was met with the familiar sight of the scarlet blade that blazed as fierce as a wildfire. I could feel him staring at me through his dark visor. I lunged forward again and this time he blocked me with his saber.
My rage grew, and I channeled it, swinging the light weight blade at him harder and faster. My rage grew and so did my strength and he could no longer block me, I felt my blade meet his flesh instead of his blade. He was an animal, a monster and I slayed him like an animal. I slaughtered him like a monster that possessed no heart, but that was what he is.
The dark form of his body slumped into the snow, stained red with his blood. I looked down at the lifeless black form in scarlet snow, and felt no remorse for what I had done. He took my everything, my life, I only returned the favor. As I looked at the bloody form I hoped that he felt as I did, like my heart had been ripped from my chest and thrown to the ground, crushed never to be whole again.
I shudder as the memory of my nightmare returns. It was just a nightmare, I tell myself, he's not really gone... I hope.
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