AN: Hello old friends and new friends! Welcome to my new story, The Awakening: History of the Force! I was watching the latest Star Wars movie and felt a pull to write this. It is a bit short, but I wanted to get something out before I lost the muse. It has been a long time since I've wrote anything on here, so please be kind.
WARNING: SPOILERS FOR STAR WARS: THE FORCE AWAKENS!
Please tell me what you think and if you wish for me to continue!
Thank you.
May the Force be with you always,
Shay
Rey shook her head as she watched her supposed friend leave. No, run away. He lied to her, he told her he was with the Resistance, but he was a ex want-to-be Stormtrooper for the First Order. She was so excited when she met him. She had sensed something there, a feeling of adventure, of a new start and a new hope to find a place where she belonged. She thought he would be different, but in the end he left like everyone else.
What was the point in coming here? She was risking her neck and possibly missing her family for people she didn't even know! She felt a pang of guilt and looked at the small BB-8 droid. He needed her help. He found his way into her lonely world and gave it a new meaning. Her lips twitched into a small smile when it cocked its head to the side at her. She glanced behind her one more time towards the retreating Finn and then turned to go back to Han.
She suddenly paused in her steps. She heard a scream, a child's screams. She looked around her surroundings and rushed down a flight of stairs to follow the sound. The mixture of beeps and thumps behind her indicated that BB-8 was following her.
She walked down the hall, the screams getting louder. She stopped and watched with surprise as a door lifted for her. She stepped inside slowly. There was nothing in there, but she felt a strong pull toward a small chest. This feeling wasn't new to her, but the intensity of it left her breathless. She undid the latch and there laid a handle of a weapon of myths. Her hand was suddenly not in her control as she stared at it with awe. Slowly, her hand approached the silver handle; her fingers brushing over the cool metal. She took a deep breath and grasped it fully in her hand. Flashes of images appeared before her and voices she's only heard in dreams called to her. She felt overwhelmed, she needed to get away!
One of the voices then called to her, "Rey...these are your first steps."
Then everything went black.