After Kylo Ren stalked off into the shadows, I remained on the bridge, too encased in grief to follow him. I knelt, weeping, until I felt a pair of furry hands pulling me up, forcing me onto my feet. Chewie, my dear Wookiee Uncle, put his hands on my shoulders, leading me off the bridge, and I saw no point to fight against him.

"Wait, I want to find him... I need to see him..." I managed to choke out weakly before he lead me out of the building completely. "Please Chewie... Please,"

The Wookiee didn't even murmur, not even as he guided me through the darkness to find the bottom of the pit. When we eventually got there, he let out a small groan, as if to tell me not to go any further, but I didn't listen; I didn't want to listen.

I believe that when I saw my father's body, my heart stopped. Though the pit was shrouded in darkness, I saw his unmoving figure through the shadows, and I felt my heart not only stop, but break.

Chewie's hand reached out, grabbing my shoulder, trying to stop me from going to him, but it was too late. I pulled out his grip, and ran to my father. Ran, except I don't remember moving. I felt the world move around me, but yet to me it was like I was fixed in one place, stuck in the moment of watching my father die.

He was dead. My father was dead. Dead.

My knees met with the ground with a thud as I reached him, almost as if my body, like my mind, was starting to break down. I wasn't crying though. I didn't think I could cry. No, I was in shock, my body shaking like I was having a panic attack. Maybe I was. For once, I didn't care. How could I care about myself when my father was dead, his body lifeless in front of me?

A shaking hand reached out, hovering above him as I hesitated to touch him. My hand took hold of his, stroking it, trying to find the warmth, willing him to still be there. He wasn't.

As I gripped his hand, I tried to memorise every detail of his face. His nose. His lips. His chin, with the scar that my mother told me she loved. I never asked him how he got it.

I'd never asked him enough. He had so many stories that he'd never told me. So many untold experiences. All the thoughts he'd never spoke, all the lessons he'd learnt but never passed on, they've all died with him.

My shaking hands moved upwards to touch his face, my little finger stroking the scar on his chin. I cupped his cheek with my hand, noticing his eyes were still open. His hazel eyes, brightened by the spark of adventure, the glint of life, later added to by the light of experience and life. People used to tell me I had his eyes. My eyes were what made people recognise me as a Solo, those people usually being bounty hunters or my father's angry business partners.

Running from bounty hunters and failed business deals was my childhood. Dad made that happen. I shot someone when I was eight to protect him,  I killed my first person when I was twelve because they were threatening him. I was violent and strong and fearless, because of him. I never resented him for getting me into trouble. Luci and Han, running from bounty hunters and danger.

That's just who we were.

I laid my body down next to him, resting my head on his still chest, one hand on his shoulder. I tried to take in steady breaths, feeling the fabric of his shirt as I hugged him close. I felt my tears that I didn't even know we're spilling down my cheek fall onto his shirt. As my hand went to rub them away, I brushed the wound and froze.

The hole in his chest I'd tried to ignore. That's what did it, that's what my brother did. At one point I had a matching one in my shoulder, made by the same blade, the same person, the same purpose. Except Kylo Ren succeeded this time in killing Han Solo. Kylo Ren, that's who he was now, that's who he'd be until I'd kill him. Ben Bail Organa-Solo was murdered, and it was time to avenge him.

Clenching my fists, I pushed away my tears. I was sick of my emotions overcoming me, forcing my judgements. Family ties didn't exist anymore, my father was dead, and the man which had once been my brother killed him, now it was time to kill him.

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"Ren, you coward!" I screamed, seeing Kylo Ren, facing up to my two injured friends, his flaming lightsaber afire.

"Nice to see you again, Luci! You've gotten weak, I always told you, you were better suited to the life of the Dark Side!" He called back maliciously.

"You don't deserve to call me that, not after you murdered my father, you monster!" I called back, furiously.

"Luci!" I heard Rey shout anxiously. I glanced over to see her holding a limp Finn, his eyes shut, unconscious. "He's your brother?"

"No, he killed my brother," I called back, my glare staying on Kylo Ren. "Take Finn and run, run as fast and far as you can,"

I didn't get to see if she did as I said, as I shifted my full focus onto Kylo Ren. I took my lightsaber off from the holster and ignited it in one swift movement. Still reeling in anger, I ran, swinging the purple blade down onto him.

His red, cross-barred saber met with my purple one and the forest was lit up dark, furious purple, the angry humming clashing loudly.  Ben already looked like he was sweating, despite the snow, but I couldn't feel anything, I was numb on the inside, and out. I swung my saber again and again, so fast he could barely keep up, and I began to push him further back into the forest. He tried to catch me off guard by breaking our saber's connections and taking a swing to my neck, but I was too quick for him and ducked under his blow. I took a few steps back before doing a somersault over him, to get his back as a clear, undefended target, but before I could go to stab him though his shoulder, like he did to me five years ago, he spun around, knocking my saber away. However, I managed to save my move and catch his wound. He grunted in pain, keeling over slightly. Taking this as an opportunity, I raised my hand, and using the force, I threw him back. Grinning slightly, I remembered how good it was to use my left hand for fighting, and I realised how good it felt to be fighting full stop. That was, until, I remembered all the reservations my father had about me using the force, in case I ended up like my Grandfather Anakin.

I realised he was right. I could feel my anger rising with every blow I delivered, my hatred growing by the second. That was how a Sith acted, not a Jedi, and if I was to remain a Jedi, I would have to let go of my pain, or I'd suffer more in the long run.

This thought came too late, as at the same time, I felt the brewing power of the force in my fingertips, and before I could even fully register what was going to happen, lightning bolts were firing out of my hands and into the snow. I dropped my lightsaber in shock, and Kylo jumped up, almost looking terrified. I looked over at him, and I didn't know if my eyes were showing fear or anger.

I was terrified, until I remembered Obi-Wan's words from before. This was a Sith power, and I was the first Jedi to wield lightning. I was strong enough for this power. I was strong enough to fight the darkness. I was strong enough.

I raised my hands up, as the lightning shot out, but when I looked down, I saw the purple beams of power visibly coursing through my whole body. I took aim and watched as my lightning hit Kylo Ren, hitting his face, scaring across his eye, whilst the rest knocked him back into the snow as he screamed, almost writhing in pain.

"Stop! Luci, please!" He screamed out in a moment of weakness, but yet I didn't, my thoughts remaining on the way my father looked the last time I saw him, and that he was like that because of this man.

"I'm stronger than you!" I cried. "I always was, and I'm still a Jedi! Even your beloved Anakin Skywalker couldn't do this, he must be so proud of me, and disappointed with you, you traitorous monster!"

Before I could continue, I heard the roaring of an engine and felt the blinding bright lights behind me. The Falcon. Chewie.

The last time I'd used lightning, it has been a random occurrence, but this time, I could control it. Closing my eyes, I felt the force flowing through me, and put a stopper on it, causing the lightning to stop abruptly, jerking me to the floor, just as the Falcon landed a few feet away.

Without sparing a glance to Kylo Ren on the floor, I summoned my lightsaber and ran up the ramp and into the Falcon, where, as soon as I reached the living quarters, I felt my legs fall out from beneath me, the world around me going black.

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