Luke felt the ship approaching the island before he heard its engines blazing.

"I think this belongs to you." The young girl extended her hand, shakily. Luke could feel her fear, but he could also sense her power. The Force radiated from her. She was a beacon.

The Jedi lifted his human hand and the lightsaber flew into it. He turned it around and examined it closely, lost in thought. It had been many years since Luke Skywalker had seen his first weapon. Visions of his teacher, Obi Wan, and his first trainings flooded his memory. Then images of his father, dying in his arms, resurfaced. Vader-his father…the first of many Luke had not been able to save.

Skywalker shut his eyes briefly, trying to block out the inevitable wave of sadness that threatened to engulf him. Rey shifted her weight slightly, unsure of how to proceed. It seemed as if the man before her had forgotten her presence.

"What is your name?" Luke finally spoke. He voice was rough, from what Rey assumed to be years of solitude. His voice dripped with sadness; however, there was also a kindness that Rey had not expected.

"I'm Rey."

"Rey." He repeated slowly, as if trying the name out on his lips. "And what brings you to me, Rey?"

Rey faltered. Where could she ever begin? Jakku with BB-8? How the entire Republic had been wiped out by the First Order? Han's death at the hands of Kylo Ren? The destruction of the Starkiller and how she and Finn…Finn. Poor Finn! Her mind was racing and she noticed the man watching her intently. He was powerful with the Force, that she could sense, but he wasn't listening in to her thoughts. She was thankful for that…that he allowed her to panic in private.

"I've been sent by General Organa. The Republic has been destroyed and the Resistance is weak. She needs you…we need you."

The man before her frowned, "I'm afraid I cannot be of much help."

For a split second, the weight of the past few weeks pulled Rey down like a black hole. Her world imploded. In all of her time spent traveling to the island planet, Rey hadn't allowed herself to consider what would happen in the infamous Luke Skywalker refused to help.

"But you…" she faltered, "you're Luke Skywalker?" This came off as a questions, as she realized that she hadn't actually received confirmation that the old man was, in fact, Luke Skywalker. "Everyone has been searching for you."

Rey watched the Jedi's face, searching for any sign that he would agree. His jaw clenched and the frown remained. Still, Rey could see the man's eyes searching—pleading—for her not to ask further. And she could feel it in the Force; this man, if he was indeed Luke Skywalker, beneath all the guilt and fear, wanted to help.

A clap a thunder echoed in the distance as the winds picked up on top of the tiny island. Rey suddenly became aware that she was shaking. She wasn't sure what to do next. She had promised General Organa that she would bring her brother home, but she wasn't sure what to say to the man before her. He seemed so broken, nothing like the Jedi hero the legends spoke of. She didn't want to do or say anything that might cause him to send her away. Rey was thankful when Luke took a step forward.

With speed uncharacteristic for a man his age, the Jedi quickly walked past his visitor and began descending the mountaintop. It wasn't until he was nearly out of sight that Rey heard his voice, not out loud, but in her mind. "Come."

Rey swallowed hard. She knew that she was the beginning of a new adventure.