The words combined with her touch strike through him like a bolt from a blaster. He feels a cold hand at his throat and smells copper in the air. Rage and fear surge through him and it's so disorienting he tumbles back.
He's in a foreign lift, dressed in black, backing away from the remains of-- something? The remnants of some device. Then he's fallen to the ground, sheets of rain falling down around him at-- a temple. No. Luke's temple is burning. His fellow padawans are around him, a few rush towards him with sabers drawn (That's when he realizes his own is burning bright) and others step in front of him. Just as he shifts his weight to sit up he's kneeling in a blood red room. The air is thick and suffocating, that dark presence hangs over him clenching into him as if he was a puppet and yet he feels resolve. Clarity.
He looks up and sees Rey.
Shit.
He's literally tripped on his own feet and fallen into the water. His lungs burn for air and his feet scramble against the bottom, searching for friction so he can stand up straight. He swings his arms forward and breaks through the surface of the water, eyes immediately scanning the area as he takes deep gasping breaths. ]
Rey!
[ His mind is a blur, he can't tell which was real and which was fed to him by something else. Certainly he's had visions before, heard whispers from the Force and the darkness, but nothing ever felt as real and tangible as that. What the hell was happening to him? ]
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The words combined with her touch strike through him like a bolt from a blaster. He feels a cold hand at his throat and smells copper in the air. Rage and fear surge through him and it's so disorienting he tumbles back.
He's in a foreign lift, dressed in black, backing away from the remains of-- something? The remnants of some device. Then he's fallen to the ground, sheets of rain falling down around him at-- a temple. No. Luke's temple is burning. His fellow padawans are around him, a few rush towards him with sabers drawn (That's when he realizes his own is burning bright) and others step in front of him. Just as he shifts his weight to sit up he's kneeling in a blood red room. The air is thick and suffocating, that dark presence hangs over him clenching into him as if he was a puppet and yet he feels resolve. Clarity.
He looks up and sees Rey.
Shit.
He's literally tripped on his own feet and fallen into the water. His lungs burn for air and his feet scramble against the bottom, searching for friction so he can stand up straight. He swings his arms forward and breaks through the surface of the water, eyes immediately scanning the area as he takes deep gasping breaths. ]
Rey!
[ His mind is a blur, he can't tell which was real and which was fed to him by something else. Certainly he's had visions before, heard whispers from the Force and the darkness, but nothing ever felt as real and tangible as that. What the hell was happening to him? ]