[h3]Ben Solo[/h3]

His hands were trembling. The deep-seeded fear of the one-time onslaught had cast done its damage. Even through the vision... he had known he would never come close to dark-warrior's affinity in the Force. That [I]thing[/I] wasn't just some apparition. 

He felt that it was something real... something conscious. His face contorted with agitation; some long forgotten nuisance finally rearing its head. If it was not for Odd's joining hands with him, her pureness in the Force finding its way to his, than he might have quit. Ben's grasp on her's became firm as he felt her meld affinity with his. In the Force, they became a conduit, a vessel. One that was exquisitely large, massive. It poured in and he felt something stir inside him. 

Visions of ominous happenings.  

He found himself standing among murky ground, rain-soaked and slippery. The downpour above him drenched his robes. The feeling in the air was of dark expectations. He half expected to see the dark-armored warrior when shadows had begun to rise not too far from him. Their was a few but most of them seemed to flock around one in particular, a warrior whose presence was both familiar and all-together alien. 

Ben took a step back out of trepidation and bumped into Odd on accident. [color=red][b]" You're here too,"[/b][/color] he whispered, grabbing her by her shoulders before taking a stand in front of her. [color=red][b]" You shouldn't be here. Damn, if I knew you'd get dragged in, I wouldn't have asked... I- I just thought you'd drive them away."[/b][/color] he muttered. 

The shadows looked around before the leader unexpectedly glanced towards him. A red line of energy appeared in the distance, two shorter lines shot from its hilt. A spectral sound echoed from the middle warrior but no words came. Then the others looked towards them as well, as if on a mental link with their master. 

Ben shook, backing the two of them up with stumbiing steps. [color=red][b]" They're going to slaughter us, Odd. I can't lose you here!"[/b][/color] He snapped her hands in his... only it wasn't his hand. It was wrapped in a fine leather from fingers to elbow, black robes covered the rest of his body, and he saw through obscured eye-slots. A red hue vividly lit Odd's face.  

[color=red][b]"You're the last vestige of my light... I have no choice, Kenobi."[/b][/color] Ben spoke, though they weren't his words. He felt trapped inside a vessel, a soul looking outwards.