Author's Note: Hello, dear friends. Thank you kindly for taking time to read my story, I sure hope it doesn't disappoint, but I thought it was time to dive back into the fan fiction world. As a result, I am diving into the wonderful fandom of Star Wars!

So this starts off right from the ending of Episode 7, so again MAJOR SPOILERS, so you have been warned.

Also, the usual disclaimer, I do not own Rey, or any other Star Wars characters, that'd be cool, but no.

So the story begins...well continues...

Chapter 1

She held out the lightsaber, her hand trembling slightly. Her eyes locked with the old man, feeling the force strong around them. It was as though the world was spinning faster and faster, as her heart rate increased. It seemed like forever had passed as she held out the light-saber, her eyes almost begging for him to take it; to take the burden from her. She didn't blink, she didn't dare, for if she closed her eyes, it might all be a dream.

The man's face held no clear expression and calm was written over his features. She wondered what he was thinking. After all, he had been living alone a while, and suddenly a random stranger was on his island. She was disturbing his peace, holding his light saber. Her throat was dry from the climb and the heat. She didn't dare speak, for fear that would ruin the deep thoughts of the man in front of her.

The man did not speak, but turned around to face the ocean, still keeping his face expressionless. Rey nervously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as the wind blew around them. She did not know what to do, but she slowly lowered the weapon down, waiting for him to take the saber from her. She took a timid step forward, feeling as though she was stepping into a whole different life in that one step.

"Who sent you?" the old man finally spoke, his voice gravelly and full of the weight of age accompanied with loneliness.

"The general…your sister …" the young woman stammered, her brown eyes flickering down at the light saber in her hands and back to the man's back.

"Ah…" he said slowly, "Leia…"

"Yes…"

"The force is a strong power in this world, it holds everything together…" the old man commented, looking out over the edge of the cliff into the ocean.

The young woman looked out of the crashing waves, trying to understand where this man was going. This was the great legend? This was what remained of the once great Luke Skywalker, the one who was legend to be the great last Jedi?

"It is like…the power of the ocean, of the water. It brings life, but in treacherous times, when you are caught unawares, it can bring great danger. If you respect the water, then you have nothing to fear…"

The young woman looked down at the light-saber, swallowing a lump in her throat, fear. That was what she had…great fear. She didn't want to feel the force. She remembered the amount of power it gave her, and that was frightening. She would have just been content with flying the Millennium Falcon for the rest of her life, with Chewy. She didn't want this light-saber, she was here to get Luke back to help the general and give him back the cursed lightsaber.

"You have much fear, child," the old jedi spoke softly, turning to face her, "I feel it. You are afraid, of the force…"

"Yes," the woman admitted aloud, surprising herself with her honesty.

"Why?"

"It can hurt people…"

"Yes, but so can people hurt people, it depends on the choices that we make…"

The young woman pondered on this a moment, uncertain of what to say.

"What is your name child?" the old man said, turning fully to face the young woman before him, his eyes bearing deeply into hers.

"Rey," she stammered, feeling the intensity of the jedi's stare, "I'm called Rey."

The old Jedi looked away quickly, to look at the ocean, "Why are you here Rey?"

Rey swallowed hard, uncertain of the actual reason she had come. She had been told to, yes, but she also felt a pull, the need to be there. As much as she hated it…she felt a pull to the force, and as much as she hated for the creature to be right, he was. She needed a teacher, and the old jedi was her last hope. She had been fighting with herself the whole journey about her true purpose, but it was like the old jedi knew.

"I am here for your help, Master Skywalker…" Rey finally said quietly.

The old man flinched at the name, "Luke, call me Luke."

"Luke," Rey repeated, the name feeling foreign and disrespectful on her tongue.

"I am not a master anymore," the old jedi stated, his tone hollow and broken.

Rey could see it in his eyes, the pain. He still felt the pain for what happened with Kylo Ren, he was still haunted by it all. This was not the Luke Skywalker of legend, this was just a shell of him.

"I cannot help you," Luke said softly, so softly Rey almost didn't hear him.

Rey felt her spirits droop, all the hope of the Resistance, was gone.

"This is your light-saber," she protested, holding the weapon up again.

Luke shook his head, "No, it has called to you. It is not mine."

Rey resisted the urge to slap him, her frustration boiling.

"You have much anger, much fear," Luke commented, "Why?"

"Because all my life, people have left me to fend for myself! Now, you, when we all need your help the most, won't help us!" Rey shouted.

Luke flinched, feeling the sting of the words.

"The general, your sister needs you! You…you are all she has left…"

Luke looked up at her, his eyes searching hers for the inevitable answer, before he gave a long sigh, "I thought that I felt a great disturbance in the force, as though thousands of voices cried out in great fear and were suddenly silenced never to speak again. All of our allies, are gone…"

"Yes," Rey said with a sigh, full of sorrow, "They are all gone. We have gone to great lengths to find you. Luke, you are our only hope!"

Luke gave a bitter laugh, "Those words are familiar, only, about old Ben…my sister…she said those to Ben…"Rey watched as the old man was lost in memories as he continued to mutter, "so much like old Ben, only…not."

Rey nervously fidgeted, holding the light-saber tighter in her grip. After a long bout of silence and the old jedi pondering she finally lost her patience.

"Are you going to help, or not?" Rey snapped.

The old Jedi looked up at her, and it was as though all time stood still, as Rey waited for his reply.

Author's Note:

So here is the test. This is the first chapter. I have another, if that is what is wanted...we shall see. Thanks for reading!