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Many dark days passed on Moraband, long hours of pain and suffering. The Supreme Leader’s training was ruthless, intending to drive out whatever fragments of the light still lingered inside Kylo Ren. His apprentice knew this but made no complaint, for he was resolved to commit himself fully to the darkness. Despite the blow his father’s death had dealt, Ren could feel his power growing, sense his mind expanding. There was ancient knowledge in this place, secrets of a long-forgotten empire.

The air itself hummed with dark side energy. He could almost taste it as he took the desert path that wound steadily downward until it opened into what was once the Valley of the Dark Lords. Now, it was little more than a decimated graveyard. Its grand monuments and pillars had fallen, and many of the tomb’s entrances had caved in. However, there was one structure that remained largely intact, a mausoleum that stood proudly against the afternoon sky.

It was to this place that Ren’s master had commanded him to go for his final test, the test that would complete his training. Evil things dwelt in the valley’s catacombs, unholy spirits that would test him, mind, body, and soul. But Ren was confident in his ability to triumph over the schemes of specters. He paused at the structure’s entrance and looked up at the rectangular archway. Runes were carved into its sandy stones. They spoke of wicked things that he could read only in part.

Steeling himself for the assault he was set to endure, Ren inhaled deeply and extended his gloved hand towards the thick set of doors that lay within the arch. Reluctantly, they slid open, after much groaning and protest. When they grated to a halt, the sound reverberated through the shadowy passages beyond, disturbing primeval spirits that had been long brooding in the dark. For all their conniving, it had been some years since they had been provided with a living victim upon whom to impose their trickery. Concealed in the gloom, they watched with eager eyes as Ren crossed their cursed threshold.

Without any action on his part, the doors closed ominously behind him, and dust particles were shaken loose from the ceiling. They fell onto the hood of his cloak and cascaded over his shoulders before fading away into the darkness. Then there was silence. All Ren could hear was the sound of his own breathing.

Here, the Force was suffocating, confined to the extent that it stifled the air.

Cautiously, he ventured down the first passage, making several turns before he saw anything other than disheveled stones. Entering a larger, more cavernous chamber, he saw that there were sarcophagi lining each wall, smothered by layers of dust. Vague outlines of various alien races were carved into each surface, all representing a former Sith Lord. There were inscriptions in foreign tongues, but Ren did not bother to read them. His right hand was hovering near the hilt of his crossguard saber, for he sensed that danger was rapidly approaching.

There was an ear-splitting shriek behind him, and three beams of red light cut through the darkness. There was a strange sound, as of air being sucked out of a raspy throat, and a pile of bones clattered onto the floor. They glowed as if branded by fire, smoke curling from the ashes where Ren’s blade had incinerated them. He turned slowly in a circle, raising the hilt to his shoulder as his head swiveled in all directions.

A sarcophagus cracked open on his right as another animated corpse lunged at him from the left. He sliced it easily in half before dismembering the third, which had risen and climbed out of its own grave. Ren waited for more, but they did not come.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he mocked, his voice resonating abnormally amidst the silence of the tombs.

His saber deactivated with a hiss, and he lingered a moment more before entering another long, black corridor. Here, he perceived that the walls were beginning to glow with a faint red light, energy crackling audibly over the ancient stone. The dark side was getting stronger.

“Ben!”

He stopped, listening.

“Ben!” the voice called again. It was faint and indistinguishable, but it was there.

“Who are you?” he replied. “Show yourself.”

No answer. Ren continued into the next chamber, which was circular and eerily empty save for the alcoves in the walls, which contained stone effigies that towered above him. He felt strange, as if many eyes were watching him, but he could see nothing. A low voice began to speak, and it fell like a single drop into a pool of water. The ripple grew and grew until it was a chorus of them, voices crying and wailing and pleading for mercy.

“You were one of us! We trusted you with our lives! It’s not too late! Turn back!”

“Jedi Killer,” said another voice, lower and more threatening.

Ren turned to see Luke Skywalker standing before him. His former teacher was bathed in red light, his face weary, burdened with anger, loss, and betrayal.

“You wanted me to be weak,” Ren countered, “to squander my talents. You were always envious of my potential.”

“It is far easier to fall into darkness than to remain on the path of the light.”

In a burst of anger, he hurled his blade, but it passed harmlessly through the apparition before spinning back to his hand. Luke vanished, only to be replaced by others who stepped out of the shadows. Ren’s arm fell uselessly to his side when he realized that one of them was his mother. There were tears in her eyes.

“You killed him,” she accused, her brown gaze piercing the depths of his soul. “I will never forgive you for what you’ve done.”

“You’re pathetic,” sneered Hux.

“Always will you be in Vader’s shadow,” said Lor San Tekka.

Han looked on silently, a gaping hole in his chest where the saber had impaled him. The profound sorrow and regret in his eyes drove Ren to his knees, his own scream ringing in his ears. His deactivated hilt rolled across the floor as his hands flew to his head.

“Enough!” he bellowed, and silence fell once more.

At last, Ren opened his eyes and surveyed the room. The visions were gone, and the stone figures seemed to gaze down at him scornfully. He was ashamed, ashamed that he had been driven to madness so easily. Standing, he called the saber back to his hand and hooked it on his belt. Ren took a moment to gather himself, for there were surely more traps such as these lying in wait.

There was a sudden groaning as a concealed door opened directly ahead of him. Through it lay a small burial chamber containing a single tomb, at the feet of which were set many urns. Slowly, he entered, resigning himself to face whatever ill will that was certain to strike at him from the shadows. Ren stiffened when the door shut behind him with a dull thud.

“At last, we meet again.”

He knew that voice. Turning, he saw her standing there, the girl from his visions, the scavenger from Jakku. It was only now, after everything that had transpired on Takodana and Starkiller Base that he finally knew what to call her—Rey.

“You’re not real,” he said.

“Of course I am.” She laughed, but there was no amusement in her voice.

“Why have you come?”

Her smile faded, her features becoming cold. “Isn’t it obvious? I made the mistake of letting you go before. This time, only one of us will walk away.”

Without hesitation, she drew his grandfather’s lightsaber from her belt, its single blue blade springing to life. Rey charged at him with a fierce cry, and he met her saber with his own. Flashes of red and blue lit up the tomb as both of them delivered one strike after another. After parrying a particularly aggressive blow from Rey, Ren was finally able to knock her off balance and send her stumbling backwards onto the floor. Smirking, he lowered his blade until it hovered just inches from her neck.

“Kill her!” a harsh voice commanded.

He hesitated, her eyes glancing up and meeting his own. They were brown, that much he noticed, but there was something else, something strange drawing him in against his will. His surroundings melted away and engulfed him in complete darkness, utterly alone. As if from across a great distance, he saw an ocean where rocky cliffs rose out of the sea. Away he flew, and when he looked again, there was a graveyard of ships passing below him.

“Here lies a seed with the power to unmake worlds.”

Ren opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor of the tomb. He sat up slowly, attempting to understand what he had just seen. The island he was aware of, but the rest of the vision was…intriguing, to say the least.

Ren stood as a door opened to his left, and the narrow passage that lay beyond soon brought him to another door. The air was less stifling here, and he did not hesitate to slide open the rectangular slab of stone. Squinting into the sunlight that suddenly flooded the corridor, Ren shielded his eyes and emerged from the mausoleum. He never thought that he would be so relieved to find himself in a valley full of sand. Throwing back his hood, he removed his helmet with a click and took a deep breath of non-musty air.

Ren stood there for a long while, contemplating all that he had just endured and attempting to discern what Snoke would have to say when he delivered his report. He was certain to be disappointed with his handling of the apparitions, but Ren was convinced that his failures would pale in comparison to his vision of the ultimate weapon.
The next few days of travel were uneventful, save for a sighting of Elves passing in the night. They sang with clear, enchanting voices that rendered Lily and Sam speechless, and Frodo explained that they were traveling to the Grey Havens, where they would sail away to the Undying Lands, never to return.

“I don’t know why,” Sam had said at length. “It makes me sad.”

Lily did not understand why the Elves would leave Middle-earth. What was this mysterious place that lay beyond the western sea? Hours of walking and aching feet, however, soon drove these questions from her mind. Their path was at times difficult, for Frodo had said that they must travel through the countryside and not on the Road. When she inquired about it, all he would say was that the servants of the Enemy would be looking for them.

This was enough to cause her to glance suspiciously at their surroundings quite often, even though she had no idea what she was looking for.

They had come out of the woods now and were crossing well-tended fields, where sheaves of golden wheat enclosed them on all sides. The grain plants glowed brightly in the afternoon sun, waving gently back and forth in the breeze. Luckily, a narrow path had been cut through the crop that allowed the hobbits to pass through unimpeded. As they walked, Lily could not shake the feeling that something was jogging her memory.

“Frodo,” she began uncertainly, “is it just my imagination, or are we getting close to Farmer Maggot’s?”

“I think you’re right,” he replied uneasily.

She swallowed, dreading the sound of barking dogs, which she felt was inevitable. All of them started to walk more quickly, and the wheat soon transitioned into corn. Lily wasn’t sure, but she thought that she heard a noise rising above the rustling stalks—voices and crashing footsteps. At the same moment, Sam stopped and said, “Do you hear that?”

Suddenly, two figures burst out of the sea of crops and collided with Frodo and Sam, sending them sprawling. Lily sprang back with wide eyes.

“Frodo!” cried Pippin, delighted. “Merry, it’s Frodo Baggins!”

“Hello, Frodo!” said Merry, standing quickly and regathering his assortment of stolen vegetables.

“Get off him!” Sam growled, tossing Pippin aside and pulling Frodo to his feet.

“Lily!” Pippin exclaimed, noticing her for the first time. “Help us out, would you?”

Before she knew what was happening, he was dumping carrots into her arms. As he did, they became aware of the sound of barking dogs. They were getting louder.

“Run!” Merry cried, disappearing into the corn field.

Pippin and Frodo were right behind him. Lily and Sam shared a glance of complete terror before dropping the vegetables Merry and Pippin had piled into their arms and taking off after them. Frantically, they bolted through the maze of green stalks, hearts racing and feet flying.

“I don’t know why he’s so upset!” shouted Merry. "It’s only a couple of carrots!”

“And some cabbages!” Pippin yelled back at him. "And those three bags of potatoes we lifted last week! And then the mushrooms the week before!”

“Yes, Pippin! My point is, he’s clearly overreacting! Run!” Merry added urgently as they suddenly emerged from the corn field.

Pippin stopped first, having realized that there was a drop-off, and they were at the top of a frighteningly steep incline. But it was too late. Merry ran into him, then Frodo, then Lily, then Sam, and all of them soon found themselves tumbling head over foot down the hillside. There were grunts, thuds, and the clanging of pots and pans for several long seconds. Everything was spinning, and Lily was dizzy by the time she reached the bottom.

To her surprise, she did not make contact with solid ground but instead landed on top of one of the others. At first, she did not realize who. Out of breath, Lily pushed herself into a partially upright position and was startled to find herself staring down into Frodo’s wide blue eyes. His cheeks were rapidly turning red, and she quickly climbed off of him, mortified. She looked at the others, but they didn’t seem to have noticed and were still picking themselves up from the leaf-strewn ground.

“It was just a detour, a shortcut!” Merry was saying, brushing dirt and grass off his coat.

“A shortcut to what?” grumbled Sam.

“Mushrooms!” Pippin exclaimed, clambering to his feet.

As he, Merry, and Sam scurried over and began to inspect the small cluster growing by the roadside, Frodo stood. Dusting himself off, he cast a discreet glance in Lily’s direction, only to find that she was already looking at him. Red-faced, both of them turned away, she joining the others, and he wandering further onto the Road to survey their surroundings. As she peered down at the mushrooms, however, she was not listening to a single thing her friends were saying. Their words were faded and muffled, Lily’s heart pounding inside her chest.

There was a strange fluttering in her stomach, a warm feeling. It was different yet familiar. Unwilling to consider what it could possibly mean, she pushed it deep down and resolved to ignore it.

“I think we should get off the Road,” Frodo called over his shoulder, but beneath its casual surface, there was a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Lily glanced up, but the others either did not hear him or had chosen to ignore him. Returning his gaze to the deepening shadow in the distance, Frodo shivered as if a chill wind had swept over him.

“Get off the Road—quick!” he cried, more forcefully this time.

His urgency drove them into the surrounding woods, where they took shelter in the hollow of a large tree. Pressed tightly together, they waited in silence, a mass of tangled roots forming a makeshift roof over their heads. Lily was painfully aware that she had been squeezed in next to Frodo, and she scolded herself for the heat rising to her cheeks. She shouldn’t feel so embarrassed. It was only an accident, after all.

The sound of heavy footsteps thudding and crunching the leaves above them broke into her thoughts, and she held her breath. A horse snorted, pawing the earth, and there came a strange hissing, as if someone, or something, was sniffing for them. Color seemed to be sucked out of the world around them, and all thoughts of pleasant things were forgotten. The air became cold, and Lily shuddered as insects stirred and began to crawl around her feet.

Frightened, she looked over at the others, only to find that Frodo had taken the Ring out of his pocket and was resisting the urge to put it on his finger. She had never before laid eyes upon it, the simple band of brilliant gold, but her awe of its beauty was swiftly replaced by anger when she realized that it was forcing its own will upon Frodo. His eyes were shut, his jaw clenched, his finger drawing steadily closer to the Ring. Lily laid her hand firmly on his arm, and he snapped out of his trance. Quickly, Frodo snatched his finger away from the Ring and shoved it back into his coat pocket.

In that instant, Merry tossed his bag of vegetables onto the Road behind them, and there was a shriek as the Rider wheeled its horse around and trotted swiftly away. They bolted from the hollow and fled in the opposite direction, disappearing into the undergrowth. They ran for some distance before pausing for breath, finally skidding to a halt amongst the thick piles of fallen leaves.

“What was that?” said Merry.

They all looked expectantly at Frodo, but he did not answer, for his gaze was turned downward to the Ring that lay in the palm of his hand. He was clearly disturbed by the events that had just taken place, and he seemed changed, as one who had felt evil’s touch for the first time.
Lily could not sleep that night. Her eyes would drift closed, only to fly open as she awoke from some unpleasant dream. Tossing and turning, she shifted restlessly for hours, staring into the dark. She failed to quiet her thoughts, which were haunted by Frodo and Bilbo and the journeys she had never made. Even the wizard with his tall, pointed hat loomed large in her mind’s eye, an ominous shadow.

Lily waited until dawn, when she could not bring herself to lie there any longer. Rising quickly and silently, she dressed and went over to the window. Peering through the glass panes, she saw that it was a gray morning, but the sun was beginning to peek through a thick layer of clouds. It would be perfect weather for a walk, she decided.

After tying her red curls back from her face, Lily left her bedroom and padded quietly down the hall to the kitchen. She grabbed an apple from the bowl on the table and took a large bite of it as she headed out the front door. The air was cool, the path slightly damp beneath her bare feet. There were no hobbits to be seen at this hour, no animals plowing the fields. Passing Bagshot Row, Lily could not help but glance up to the top of the hill, where Bag End sat silent.

She could not explain it, but there was a strange, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she finally forced herself to look away and continued on down the road. Normally, if it had been an hour or two later, she would have climbed the steps and knocked on its big green door, inviting Frodo to join her. But this morning, she could not convince herself to do it, not after how things had ended between them yesterday. If he wanted to see her, she told herself firmly, he would come.

Lily passed out of Hobbiton and into the countryside, but she did not stray from the Road. With the apple now gone, she tossed its core aside and looked up at the thick canopy of trees above her. Most of the sunlight was blotted out by dense clusters of leaves, but a patch could be seen sneaking through every so often. The woods were peaceful and quiet, save the occasional song of a bird. Therefore, she was quite surprised when she heard the rustling of footsteps and murmuring voices off to her left.

Lily paused, listening for a moment before hurrying over to the edge of the Road and peering down the hill, where tall, thick grass and heavy undergrowth covered the ground. There were three figures traveling below, but they had stopped now and were speaking in low voices. With a silent gasp, she crouched low and hid behind a group of shrubs, for the figures she saw were none other than Frodo, Sam, and Gandalf. Peeking through clumps of twigs and small branches, she saw the wizard solemnly deliver some parting words to Frodo before mounting his horse and galloping swiftly away.

There was a walking stick in Frodo’s hand, and he and Sam both wore traveling cloaks and were carrying supplies on their backs. It did not take her long to figure out what was happening. As soon as Gandalf was out of sight, Lily sprang to her feet and plunged wildly down the hillside, unaware of the brambles scraping her arms and legs. Frodo and Sam had nearly reached the other side of the glade when she got to the bottom, and she came to a halt, huffing and puffing.

“Frodo!”

Her shrill cry echoed across the clearing, and both of them stopped. Frodo turned, his eyes wide, and hers silently pleaded for answers.

“Lily!” he exclaimed with surprise. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“It isn’t?” She stormed towards him. “Because it looks to me like you’re leaving and not taking me with you.”

“You don’t understand—”

“Of course I don’t, Frodo! You haven’t explained it to me!”

Sam’s eyes darted back and forth anxiously as he watched them.

“This is for your own good, Lily.”

“My—?” She was so flustered that she could hardly speak. “What on earth are you talking about?”

He hesitated, pressed his lips together, and then sighed. “All right, I’ll tell you, but I can’t promise that you will believe what I say.”

“Mr. Frodo—” Sam cautioned.

“She deserves to know,” he responded firmly. “I’ve kept this from her long enough.”

With a deep sigh, Frodo looked at her once more and began his tale. “The night Gandalf left, he seemed anxious about something, particularly about a certain Ring that Bilbo left in my possession. He told me to keep it a secret, and then he left. Last night, he returned bearing grave news. It is not just any ring that Bilbo gave me. It is the One Ring, forged by the Dark Lord Sauron in the land of Mordor. I have been tasked with taking it to Rivendell so that others far wiser than I can decide how to proceed, for swift action is required to destroy it.”

He paused, observing her struggle to process his wild tale. Lily blinked slowly as she considered the gravity of the situation, which she still could not fully grasp. Still, one thing was for certain: Frodo was leaving, not just Hobbiton, but the Shire, and she was not letting him go without her.

“I’m coming with you,” she said, and there was nothing he could say that would change her mind.

“Lily, you can’t,” he objected immediately. “It’s too dangerous. I’m not putting you in harm’s way. If something happened to you—”

“And what if something happens to you? What if I could have done something to prevent it? Send me away, if you must, but I will follow at a distance. This is my choice, and I have made it.”

Slowly, Frodo’s expression softened, though his brow was furrowed with worry. “I see now that there is nothing I can do to convince you otherwise. If you are indeed accompanying us to Rivendell, then there is no safer place for you than at my side. I will not have you traveling alone.”

“It’s settled then,” she replied cheerfully. “Lead on, my valiant protector!”

He rolled his eyes at her sarcasm as they resumed their journey through the forest, walking side by side. “Very funny,” he muttered.

Sam followed closely behind them, a knowing smile on his lips.
It was not long before Hobbiton returned to its usual comings and goings. Talk of Bilbo and his mysterious disappearance lessened in frequency, replaced by rumors of strange folk wandering just beyond the borders of the Shire. However, these whispers were reserved for secluded corners of The Green Dragon and were not included in regular conversation. Gandalf had not been seen in the Shire since September 22nd, the night of the Big Party, and even Frodo was beginning to wonder if he was ever coming back.

Lily could not deny that she was glad things were getting back to normal, and yet, a small part of her was disappointed. After all, Bilbo had gone to visit the Elves. Why couldn’t she? Surely the world outside the Shire could not be as frightening and dangerous as most hobbits claimed? Alas, she was forced to settle for the tales contained in Bilbo’s writings, which at least succeeded in carrying her far away to an imaginary place. There, she could have adventures of her own, even if they were not real.

Often, Frodo would accompany her, as he always had, telling her all he knew about Elves, their history, and their language.

One particular afternoon, they lay on their backs in the midst of a sunny meadow, side by side as they gazed up into a clear blue sky that was dotted with white puffy clouds. Lily was quiet but thoughtful, while his eyes were drifting lazily closed. A single question was burning in her mind, and she could not resist saying it any longer.

“Frodo?”

“Mm?” he grunted in reply.

“Do you think we’ll ever go on an adventure?”

His eyes flickered open, and he looked at her. “What makes you say that?”

“Well,” she began hesitantly, “when we were younger, I always told myself, ‘one day, it will happen’, but it never did. And now, now all I can think is: ‘If not now—when?’"

He raised himself onto his elbow, brows furrowed in concern. “What about your family?”

“I’m ready to leave.”

“What about Sam, Merry, Pippin?”

“They can come with us.”

He opened his mouth to resist once more, but Lily sat up with an exasperated sigh.

“You’re making excuses, Frodo!”

He blinked, struggling to come up with a sufficient response. “It was different when we were kids.”

“How?” she pressed. “You’ve never said that before. You never behaved this way before Bilbo left.”

There was a tense pause during which neither of them spoke or moved. Finally, Frodo sat up, but he would not look at her, instead staring directly ahead at the line of trees beyond the meadow.

“I can’t go,” he said quietly, “not yet.”

“Why not?” Frowning, she gently took hold of his arm, imploring him to look her in the eye. “Frodo, what’s going on? What did Gandalf say to you? I know he said something.”

At last, he met her gaze, his own wrought with conflict and uncertainty. Slowly, he shook his head, his eyes betraying his remorse. “I can’t. I’m sorry, Lily.”

She watched helplessly as he stood and walked away, retracing the path that would lead him back to Hobbiton. She did not understand. What strange spell had come over him and snuffed out his heart’s desire? What secret was so dark and so dire that he could not bring himself to tell her? Did he no longer trust her? Had he ever really trusted her?

These questions and others that Lily had never before considered plagued her mind as she made the short journey home. Her trust in him was shaken, and that terrified her. Never had he given her reason to doubt that he was being honest with her, nor she him, and that mutual trust had always been the foundation of their friendship. What could the wizard possibly have said to break it? Of course, there was the chance that she was entirely wrong in accusing Gandalf of causing this new inexplicable rift between her and Frodo. But she doubted it.

As she walked in silence with nothing but the sound of the wind whispering through the trees and the grass rustling beneath her feet, Lily became intensely aware of the fact that she was alone. With that knowledge came a rush of sudden, intense fear, fear that he would abandon her, that they would all abandon her, that she would be left with no family and no friends to drive out her loneliness. Harshly and swiftly, she scolded herself for these thoughts, which she deemed thoroughly irrational.

“He wouldn’t,” she told herself, though doubts were stubbornly creeping up inside her. “He wouldn’t."
All right guys, since I don't have Premium Membership, I have to use a journal entry to create a poll. So, there have been quite a few ships present in our fanfiction stories...and I'm curious. Who would you like to see Emma and Carter end up with? Let us know in the comments! Options are listed below:

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This may seem like an odd comment to make, but I just wanted to let you know that while I don't ship Reylo and won't be with you for the story as a whole, I did see a couple parts of Infinite, and it was clear from that, that you are a very skilled writer. :)
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Thank you! I appreciate that:)
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You're most welcome. :)  I know how sometimes it doesn't feel like authors get enough positive encouragement, so I wanted to make sure to let you know that you were noticed. :)
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That is too true. I am very grateful for the feedback! Thank youHug 
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Always Welcomed- Free To Use by Undead-Academy
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Hello! I've read bits and pieces of your fanfictions and am wondering where I should start with your stories! I don't want to read any sequels before the original story, I'd like to begin at the start! :D Thank you :)
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