*Rey's pov(point of view)

Our sabers are clashed together and with a single shove from my opponent I would go spiraling into the fiery core of the snowy planet.

"You need a teacher!" Kylo Ren yelled over the sound of his base exploding. "I could show you the ways of the force!"

I would never.

I duck under his arm, finally away from the gaping chasem. He walked over to me, a bloody spot on his side where Chewy shot him. He lunged at me swinging his red cross saber. I block and swing fighting with him rhythmically.

Somehow we end up again facing each other in a standstill. He had hold of my wrist and was holding my saber in the air above us. My hand was around his sabers hilt pressing it into the snow. It descusted me to be touching the weapon that was used to kill Han Solo.

Red and blue light reflected in his eyes and he was gritting his teeth. Sweat beeded on his forehead and I could tell that in all his pain he wouldn't be able to hold on that much longer. I just needed to make sure I could. He wore a look now, much different than it had been five minutes ago. Then it was hatred and anger. Now it was sadness and desperation. His anger now looked more forced than anything I'd seen in the past.

"Please." he breathed, barley audible, his mouth almost not moving at all.

His muscles suddenly seemed to give out for a fraction of a second and I shoved him away, letting go of his saber and ripping mine out of his grasp.

I swung my fiery saber around and towards his legs but he stumbled back just in time, and I only sliced off the end bit of his cloak.

We dueled for a few more minutes, us both getting a few lucky slashes. By this time I was ready to give up. I didn't know how he was able to keep going. I finally swung my saber one last time and it slashed across his face. He cried out and toppled over backwards, his saber left his hand and skidded toa place a few feet away from him.

He was finally unconscious. I'd won, but there was no feeling of victory. No feeling of vengeance. In fact, the longer I looked at him, the worse I felt. With every passing second, he looked more and more like Han Solo.

A rumbling in the earth caused me to stumble backwards away from Kylo Ren. A chasem opened up in between me and my opponent. The cliffs widen and he grew farther and farther away.

I clenched my teeth and thought of his words to his father. I know what I must do but I don't know if I have the strength to do it. Well, now you and me both, bozo. If anytime to bring him back to the resistance was prime, now was it. While he was unconscious.

A call from a familiar beast called from behind me. Chewy. He was here in the falcon.

"Grab Finn, I'll be right there." I yelled to him.

He noded his head.

I stretched forth both my hands and closed my eyes. It took all of my concentration to control this new found force and lift him and his saber off the ground and bring them towards me.

It took more energy than I was expecting and I nearly dropped him into the chasem several times.

"Hummph." I dropped him none to gracefully in front of me in the snow, it immediately reddening. "Chewy!" I yelled "Would you mind helping me with this one?"

He walked over but when he saw the figure laying in the snow, howled in protest.

"Oh come on," I said "We'll take him back and try to return him to the light. It's what Han would have wanted."

He noded his big hairy head and gently picked Kylo up, and began walking to the open ramp of the falcon. I quickly grabbed Kylo's deactivated saber and followed chewy to the space craft.

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Wassup diggity dowgs?

This is my new fanfic.

I love Reylo.

You're welcome.