Fear ripped through Ben, her scream a nightmare come true, a different kind of terror that he had all but avoided. He rushed towards her voice, carried by the Force almost instinctively. Still though, he was a moment too late. His clenched fist slammed into the wall before he scrambled across its surface, frantically searching for a pad, keyplate, or trick brick.
"ODETTE!" He felt his breathing quicken, his fear turn into frustration, into anger. So badly he wished to lash out against it with all the might of the Force but his gut and heart warned him against it. If Odette was still close to the wall, he could hurt her gravely. For he was strong in the Force, incredibly so. His potential was... unkind and unfair.
"Don't worry, I'll get you out! I'll get to you... somehow," he uttered.
He felt trapped. As usual the feeling, the helplessness was crippling. His breathing was so heavy that it filled the silence and darkness in the hall, without Odette's lightsaber to warm and light his path, It was pitch black.
Soon afterwards his urgency was alone. His friend had gained composure, found calm in her perilous situation. He couldn't explain how frustrating it was to hear her assure him of her safety. How could she know that? How could she be certain? The temple was a forgotten relic of a terribly dark past, the Force granted power, but it also crafted horrific dreams too.
His breaths slid out in frustration, swift but deep. For a long time he paused, his mouth fighting with his heart until it relented.
"... O-Odette, please be careful," He pushed off the wall, only a large palm remaining against it. In the Force, he could feel her significant mote of light coinciding with his own presence. She was right there, her palm, on his. All that was between them was a obstacle he couldn't get over. And that lit a flame so violent in his stomach that he had to step away. Lest he tear it down around her and himself.
Dumbfounded, Ben backed up until he bumped into a half-a-broken pillar and fell onto his bottom in pain.
Dammit! Was all he managed before feeling his words become stuck in his throat. For some reason, he could see his breath now, a wisp of air that flowed with his lungs. He felt... cold.
Rising up, he realized that the hall he was in was no longer there. In a flash, he was standing in a grand hall, a throne room of sorts sitting admist a dim cerulean light, crimson armored guards with energy staffs lined its path. Its seat was empty and it called to him persuasively, as if apart of him and wanting to return. Ben was still, his arms clenching tight to his sleeves.
In the darkness, he heard but a single sound. Ominous, intimidating, and hollow. A deep, regulating sound. A exhale and inhale. Ben felt instant fear as a black, reflective boot stepped out of the peerless darkness outside the throne's light. Another breath slid through the darkness like a fog. Than a deep voice, just as intimidating, and just as cold spoke,
"Claim your destiny child, claim our seat," he declared.
The vision suddenly ended and Ben found himself backed up against the wall, sweating profusely, though the cold had still chilled his bones. He hustled to his feet, and with frustrated beyond reason plaguing his heart, lashed out against the wall behind him. A swing of his tense arm sent a blast against it, smoke and debris was inside the darkened room. Smoke drifted out by his feet, while a dim glow in the darkness glimmered in his eyes. A blue glow that beckoned like a moth to a flame.
The blowback cradled his hair gently.
Apprehension kept him grounded for a moment. If he had taken a step near it would another vision torment him? He decided to take that bet; he knew that familiar glow. The importance of that dim light. It was a crystal, one meant for a Jedi's weapon. Perhaps... perhaps it was time. The Force was telling him so. He stepped through the makeshift hole, made his way into the room, and heard the terrible crack of bone and flesh. Ben looked down and cringed with disgust.
Damn, rats. Once up on the light, he noticed it was concealed partly inside of something. Taking a knee he loomed over it till he discerned what it was. The end result was a lightsaber, a broken one but a lightsaber nonetheless. Picking it up, he felt its weight in his hand and knew then that both Luke and Odette had been carrying a powerful burden. He could feel himself become... more. Ben raised up and glanced towards the wall that Odette had been trapped behind.
His movement was instant, the Force driving him quickly towards the target. With a crackle and crippled hum, the blue lightsaber came to life and forced its way into the wall. He doubted she'd still be behind there but it was easier following her footsteps. Rock melted against the overwhelming force as he etched, with effort, a path. Once done, he kicked the wall down and stepped through it.
She was gone. But he figured that himself.
"Odette! You here?"
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