Chapter One: An Unforgettable Start

When on the brink of breaking

The force unbalanced

They shall rise up

The Jedi you were seeking

From the land of waste and death

The heat will cloud their senses

But will bring healing

And mending of the broken

Together

"Ben, slow down. I am not as agile as I once was," chuckled his master, though anyone around probably would have truly laughed if they saw Luke Skywalker thinking he was unable to move.

Ben Solo, his nephew and apprentice, stopped for a second on the hill crest a few paces in front, before shooting ahead again. "I can't stop, Uncle. The force is pulling me. There is some place we must be. Something is happening right now."

Luke shook his head. He had felt it too, but he decided that Ben should be the one to discover this treasure. There was someone nearby who was force-sensitive, an untrained and very powerful padawan. Ever since the battle on Endor, Luke has been searching for a new generation to train. In all honesty, he was lonely.

When Ben was born, Skywalker noticed the pull in him, a war between the Light side and the Dark side. Leia, Ben's mother, feared that she was raising a new Darth Vader. But Han Solo, her husband and Luke's best friend, was confident that all was well. So to pacify her, Luke began his training.

Ben is very sensitive to the force but he shouldn't be able to pick up on this person. No, not unless the force has chosen this person to be it's healer like Ben. Luke mused over this idea for some time now. He had come to conclude that Ben was part of an ancient prophecy discovered by Lor San Tekka when he was out on his adventures.

The prophecy stated that to bring balance to the force, the force was to be healed. Luke concluded from that, a great tragedy was going to occur, but he strove to fix it before anything could happen. This weighed heavy on his heart.

With his master stuck in his own thoughts a bit behind him, Ben leapt forward following the urge inside. Something is just ahead, I know it! Ben kept chanting in his little head. His black hair flowing behind him, his padawan braid flying. Up ahead he heard some rustling coming from a bush, so he hid behind a tree to make sure it was safe. Using the force as his guide, he waited.

He did not have to wait long, for whatever was coming his way. The rustling and movement became louder. His heart was racing with excitement. He felt the force-being getting closer too. Whatever it was, it was right around the corner.

Like a crouching bordigost pouncing on its prey, young Ben let out a loud growl and tackled whatever it was to the ground.

It squeaked.

It was a girl. About his age.

They tumbled to the ground, arms flailing, legs kicking. Down the hill they rolled until they landed in a thatch of soft grass.

Uncle Luke came running over the hill just in time to see Ben tackle some poor girl. Have I taught that boy no manners when it comes to women? At times he can be such a little monster. He is just like Han. He smirked at the last thought and made a note to mention it to Ben's parents at the next family dinner.

When he saw that they two were still wrestling at the bottom, he rolled his eyes and proceeded down the hill. The commotion must had been loud enough because two adults came running into view. The man was on the brink of laughter while his wife nudged him to break them up. Luke held up his hand: he would fix this.

Skywalker raised his other hand to halt the two children, and he did, with the force. The kids froze, blinking wildly trying to figure out why they couldn't move. The Jedi master began moving his hands once more and the two slowly drifted apart.

"Uncle, put me down!" Ben tried to sound tough, but failed as his face turned bright red with embarrassment. He was placed soundly and possibly a little harder than necessary on the ground next to his master.

The small girl, on the other hand, drifted softly down on the ground. She stood up and began dusting herself off. She shot Ben a glar,e which Luke figured she must be famous for since her father chuckled at. She was no older than Ben with thick brown hair and big brown-hazel eyes. Luke saw she had a fire in her.

"Thank you sir." She tipped her head and gave a little bow to him. Her mother smiled at her manners. At least she is well-behaved, thought the Jedi. Luke was going to have a very long talk with his nephew on the way home.

"I am truly sorry for my nephew's behavior. I have no idea why he tackled her. I am Luke Skywalker and this trouble maker is my nephew, Ben Solo."

"I am Reygorgic Plorium and this is my wife, May-lisa. And this little scavenger is Raisa."

"Everyone calls me Rey though," huffed the brown-tressed girl.

"Why are you on Dadorium, sir? We have heard of what happened some years ago on Endor that a certain Luke Skywalker, along with the Rebels, freed us from the tyranny of the Empire. Thank you for that, sir," May-lisa spoke up. She was a meek woman with a soft voice, but Luke was sure it could carry some power if need be.

"I am here to see to the government on your planet. Some officials want to help rebuild the galaxy so we are here to help settle some matters. I brought Ben along thinking that seeing the new areas would help him, but now I see my mistake. He would just tackle new worlds without saying he was sorry." At this he shot a very pointed glance at his flesh and blood.

All was silent for a moment. Ben had his head down staring at the red dirt at his feet.

With a huff, the little boy raised his head and finally spoke. "I am sorry, Raisa, for tackling you. It will not happen again." He looked over at the girl with pretty eyes. A blush crept back up his cheeks.

Rey's parents looked down at her expectantly now. They were all waiting for her forgiveness. Did he hurt her, making her not want to forgive him?

Eternity must has passed for her to process his apology. "You are forgiven, Solo. But why did you charge me to begin with? I had heard some noises when out with my family and went over to check them out. Next thing I knew I off my feet." Her face screwed up into a withering stare.

Ben gulped, "I thought I felt something with the force. I followed it, dragging my master with me. I heard something up ahead, thinking it was a beast. I was just defending myself." He stood straighter, trying to look intimidating, which was fairly cute coming from an eight year old.

"You thought I was a beast?" Rey was quickly becoming mad.

"How was I suppose to know it was a little girl?" Ben was digging himself into a hole.

Luke was trying to contain his smirk, yes he is definitely Han's son. The Jedi stepped forward and put his hand on the little boy's shoulder and looked up at the parents of the disheveled girl. "He and I were out walking when we left a shift in the force. We came looking for it and came across your daughter."

"The force? None of us have the force." Reygorgic shook his head at the thought.

"Actually, sir, I think your daughter here might be fully immersed in the force. Has anything odd ever happened around your daughter? Everything ever moved without her touching it?"

The husband and wife looked over at each other, the wife for a moment blanched before slightly nodding.

"A few things have occurred, but they could always be explained like by the wind or the shift of the earth. The witch doctor, when she was born, said she was special. We always thought she was special because Rey was ours. Now I see he meant something else."

Rey looked up at her mother, as if hearing this for the first time then looked back at the strangers. What does all this mean? What is the force? Who was this man?

Luke Skywalker nodded. "Let us go somewhere and discuss this. I would like to have her trained at the Academy." The three adults began to walk away when the Jedi remembered the children, seeing as they would be extremely bored with adult talk. At least Ben would, which is why he ran off in the first place and began this whole debacle. The Jedi turned to them. "Go play somewhere for now, but do not go far.,"

"Yes sir!" Ben mock saluted his uncle before grinning broadly. At this, the adults left leaving the children to their own devices. Ben turned to look at the girl.

Rey was seething, "YOU THOUGHT I WAS A BEAST?"

Oops!

Before he knew what had happened, Ben Solo, son of Princess Leia Organa and the not-so-smooth-talking Han Solo, found himself once again on his back. Rey had tackled him.

Luke smirked to himself as he walked away, hearing the children go at it. Yes they will be fun to train, but then again they will be hell to train. At this thought he began to developed a headache at the trouble those two were going to cause him. What am I getting myself into?

A/N- I don't own Star Wars! Wish I did! I hope you enjoy this story, I will try to post as quickly as my life and work will allow. I had fun writing it. Leave a comment if you so desire! :)