Visions of Old

Ben finds a lightsaber in the tunnels underneath Maz Kanata's Cantina.He sees too much.

Visions of Old

**Author's Note:**

> So, this story is pretty much a snippet of a story that I'm planning. It involves a Light-Side Ben, and a Dark-Side Rey. I'll explain more of the story in the notes at the end. If you guys have any more questions, don't be afraid to ask! I'll try to answer them to the best of my ability! > (Also, please correct me on any typing mistakes you guys might find. It'd be a huge help!!)

Ben stared at the object sitting rather unassumingly in the trunk in front of him.

“A lightsaber?”

He didn’t know how his mind knew what it was. He just _knew_.

The air around him felt different. It was as if someone else was there, watching. He looked down the hallway behind him. There was nobody there other than BB-8, who chirped happily when he saw Ben’s face.

Still, the air felt strange. It felt _alive_.

He reached out to grab the lightsaber, his hand shaking. As soon as the tips of his fingers touched it, the world went dark.

And then there was fire.

Blaster shots rang out around him, the air filled with smoke and dust and blood and the scent of death.  Explosions thundered around him. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see, he could only just register the fact that there were people running around him, countless men in pure white armor- _Stormtroopers!_ He thought, and he could feel his pulse racing faster.

But as the smoke cleared, he could see that no, they weren’t stormtroopers. They were something else entirely, with helmets with fins and bright splashes of paint on otherwise white armor.

Suddenly, there was a slash of blue light and he could see a figure leading the men.

He was young, younger than even he was, and tall, lanky, with copper-colored hair. His eyes held a fury that Ben had only seen a few times in his life.

The man raised his lightsaber, the same one Ben had just touched, and swung down at the droid marching towards him.

The scene changed.

He was in a cave.

The copper-haired youth was there again, but his demeanor was different somehow. His shoulders weren’t as hard and his eyes were gentle in the dim firelight. Another person was there, too, a young Togruta girl with orange skin and wide blue eyes.

The man cupped the Togruta’s cheek and smiled softly. Her cheeks flushed purple as she leaned into his touch.

“ _Master, I-_ ”

The scene changed.

He was in a throne room. It was empty, devoid of all life. He heard voices echoing around him, sounding both distant and far too close.

“ _YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”_ A deep voice roared, his words twisted with grief and rage.

The room seemed to be slanting, twisting around Ben. He couldn’t see straight, he could barely even _stand_ as a hushed voice in his head urged him to turn around, to _see_ -

“ _Master, I’m not coming back.”_