Hey, everyone! Since I got such positive feedback for my little Star Wars one-shot, I decided to expand the story. I'll be weaving parts of the Expanded Universe, as well as The Old Republic games, into this fic. Don't worry, I won't be taking down my one shot, I'm just starting from the very beginning of it. So without further ado, here it goes!

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.

Chapter 1: So It Begins

"What is this magic that we seek? The mighty strong to mighty weak. Every good girl hears it. Every bad boy fears it." ~ "The Power", Cher

The skies of Ahch-To were darkening steadily as the young scavenger known only as Rey stood feet away from the cloaked form that she hoped was Luke Skywalker. As if he could sense her thoughts (and it was highly likely he could), he turned around slowly to face her. He seemed to regard her underneath the hood that still shrouded his appearance. A beat passed, followed by another, before he lifted his arms and slid the hood off. And Rey found herself gazing into the wizened face of the great Jedi Master. Slipping a trembling hand inside her satchel, she withdrew the old lightsaber and held it out to him...

Rey sprinted across, the sound of her feet against stone almost echoing in the quiet morning. With a grunt, she sprung upward and grasped the rope, swinging it to the next one. Luke observed from below, along with Chewbacca and R2-D2. The Wookie growled encouragingly as the young Padawan raced across another section and was now doing backflips over a series of hurdles.

"Excellent, Rey!" commended Luke as Rey landed her last backflip in front of him.

"That...that was...incredible..." Rey said in between pants.

She sat down on a large rock next to the training platform. Chewbacca offered her a canteen, which she took gratefully. R2-D2 rolled up to her, beeping and booping proudly. She smiled affectionately at the little droid and took a gulp of water. It had only been two days since they had set foot on Ahch-To. Master Luke had seemed distant, even cold, toward her.

"I have not trained a Padawan in years. Not since a former pupil of mine was seduced by the Dark Side and destroyed everything I had built. Why should I train you?" he said.

"It called to me. I could feel it. When I faced him on that Starkiller Base, that was when I felt it strongest," she replied.

"You felt the power. That's exactly what it was that turned him over to the Dark Side. How would you fare any differently from him?" he asked.

"I...I don't know. All I know is that so many people have suffered because of him. He...he must be stopped, but there's no one strong enough to do that," she answered.

"And you believe that by training to be a Jedi, you'll have enough strength to stop him?"

"This isn't about who's stronger. It's about what's right. I...I thought I'd seen enough suffering on Jakku, but...this...what he's done is far worse."

And as the old saying goes, it all went uphill from there. Seeing the passion in her eyes, fueled by the desire to do the right thing, had moved the legendary Jedi Master, and he agreed to train the young former scavenger. He had allowed her a day to get settled into her living quarters, a small cottage of sorts, before having her begin. She thought it odd that she was to start on physical training, but Master Luke had told her that endurance of the body was just as important as endurance of the mind. And judging by the approving nod and brief smile he was presently giving her, Rey knew he was impressed. An able body was practically a requirement for the scavenging life of Jakku, after all.

"Very good, Rey, that's excellent. Your speed and agility are remarkable," said Luke, moving aside so Chewbacca could hand her a clean rag .

She took it and wiped the sweat off her face.

"Living in the desert and fending for yourself will do that to you. It's a means of survival," she said, taking another gulp from the canteen. "But why should that matter, Master Luke? I thought the Jedi used the Force."

Luke offered her a hand and pulled her to a standing position. He motioned with his head for her to follow him. Rey glanced at Chewbacca, uncertainty in her eyes. The Wookie gave her a gentle nudge and another growl of encouragement.

"I'll see you in a little while!" she called back, falling into step beside Luke.

Master and Padawan followed one of the many trails of the island. This one appeared to be leading them into a heavily wooded area. Rey stayed silent, knowing her Master had something to say, but had a feeling he was waiting for the right moment to. Minutes seemed to drag on and on. It wasn't until what felt like twenty minutes later and they had reached a clearing with a small stream, that Luke spoke.

"Your patience is admirable. You have exceeded my expectations thus far. Tomorrow, after physical training, I will introduce you to the ways of the Force and how to wield it," he said, kneeling by the stream.

"I don't understand, Master Luke. What did I do?" Rey asked, sitting on a log and stretching out her legs.

"You may not have realized it, but the Force was in you the entire time, guiding you. Even now, it flows through you. With time and patience, you will surely be able to wield the Force with ease."

Luke turned his head to look at Rey. Seeing her looking confused, he said, "A Jedi's strength flows from the Force. An old Master taught me that a long time ago. Seeing you train today, seeing your endurance and patience, I have little doubt that you will become an excellent Jedi."

Her? A Jedi? Rey did not know what to say; she wasn't used to this sort of praise. But she was excited. And determined. Oh, she was determined. She would not let the poor excuse for a man behind the mask win. And as she followed Luke out of the clearing to head back to the training grounds, she made a promise to herself to become worthy of the title of Jedi.

They stood across from each other, circling around each other. Sabers were activated. There was no fanfare, there never was between them. The red lanced forward, only to be met by blue. The blue blade was just in front of her face, its glow illuminating her features. He snarled; that was his blade, his birthright. That little scavenger had no right to desecrate it with her hands. With a forceful push, he'd shoved her to the snow-covered ground. A final thrust, and he impaled her through the heart...

Kylo Ren opened his eyes and bellowed, shooting upright in his bed. His chest...there was a terrible pain in it. He clutched at it, breathing raggedly and trying to shake the sensation of having his heart skewered clean through with a molten-hot spear. His heart...or what was left of it anyway. Before he even had time to ponder though, he was suddenly overcome with a strong wave of exhaustion, and immediately collapsed back onto his bed, still clutching at his chest.

Luke stood outside the cottage of his sleeping Padawan, looking at the moon. The day's physical exertion had finally tired her out, and she had gone to sleep shortly after their evening meal. Luke sighed. Tomorrow, the real training will begin, and he hoped against hope that...

Chewbacca growled, startling Luke out of his thoughts. The Wookie joined him outside, satisfied that Rey was resting now and R2 was charging.

"Yes, Chewie. I know she's the one. She's the only one who can, of that, I'm sure," he said.

Another growl, and a pat on the arm.

"I know. I'll not make the same mistake again."

In her bed, Rey tossed and turned, holding her hand to her heart.

Yes, I know this is a bit short. This is just the beginning. Longer chapters from here on out.