Kylo urged his black horse to a faster pace. The black cloth that was wrapped around his head trailed behind him, but it was tied tightly so that it wouldn't fly off as he road quickly through the desert.

A black veil covered his face, leaving only his dark eyes exposed.

He was a member of the riders of Ren, the phantoms of the desert. They were servants of the house of Ren. He was the heir of the house of Ren, and he was the master of the riders of Ren.

He looked at the bright sun which was just beginning to rise over the horizon. Most travelers in the desert would welcome the sunlight. They feared the darkness, but the darkness was Kylo's friend... his ally. For it was the shadows that hid him from his enemies.

Rey returned to the mansion and brought the water to the kitchen, where the little old woman, Hera worked cooking for Unkar.

Unkar wasn't an easy person to cook for he, was grumpy and picky, but Rey would gladly trade places with her. Rey was responsible not only for doing many chores, but also for financing the mansion.

Unkar had spent all of his inheritance years ago, and he had never worked a day in his life. So, he forced his slaves to steal valuables in order to keep him wealthy.

Rey didn't like the idea of stealing, but she knew that if she refused Unkar wouldn't give her anything to eat. What size portion she received was dependent upon how valuable the items she brought him were. If she failed to bring him anything of value he would punish her. And she knew that if she failed too many times, Unkar might sell her to the mines, like he did to one of the slaves that he used to own. Few who went to work in the mines ever made it out.
But if she was caught stealing, she could be executed by the sword, as her friend Jinna, one of Unkar's former slaves had been.

But each day, Rey was faced with the difficult question of which death she preferred. Slow death by starvation or in the mines, probably both. Or a sudden death by the blade of a sword. She preferred to die quickly, than to slowly starve to death.

So every day she roamed through the streets of Jakku, taking whatever valuables that she could find.

Today was no different. As she left the kitchen, Unkar was waiting for her with the bag that she always carried when she went to look for valuables. He threw the bag in her face.

"This better be full if you want to eat," he snapped at her.

She nodded, taking the bag. "I know Unkar," she replied coldly.

"Then you know the consequences for failing me," he said, his hand lowering threateningly to the whip that hung at his belt.

Rey took an involuntary step back at the movement.

"Good," he said in a cruel voice. "Don't forget your place little one."

Rey's eyes never left his hand on the whip, and suddenly the pain of the last time he had beaten her with it flared up. It took all of her strength to keep her hands from rubbing the wounds which were still fresh, and had only just began to scab over.

It was why she kept her arms wrapped with cloth, they were covered in scars from being whipped. The cloth kept sand from getting into her open wounds, and it kept everyone from seeing her scars.