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This is my first english novel ever so I would appreciate any feedback. If you find any grammar flaws, then please let me know, so I can improve my language. I haven't quite realized where I am going with this so if you have any ideas feel free to share them with me. I hope you'll enjoy the story;)

Sweat was dribbling down my tense body, as I woke up. Luke sat by my side. He had seen my dream too. With a concerned look he met my gaze.

"This is not good," Luke said. "If Kylo Ren is looking for Darth Maul's lightsaber, he isn't going to settle with that, when he finds it. He will want to take the beholder of it, too."

"Who is the beholder of the saber, then? We might be able to save him."

"Her. She is a girl. I guess she won't be happy to see me again… Get ready. We're leaving for D'Qar in an hour."

Even before we had touched the ground, the familiar sound of a rushing and happy Leia running through the crowd. She embraced her twin, but quickly turned to face me afterwards.

"Rey," she greeted.

"General Organa."

"Oh! For gods sake, kid! Call me Leia."

"Rey!"

Finn ran towards me, and I smiled, as he hugged me. Poe came running after him. He quickly nodded at me in greeting, while Finn hugged me tightly. Leia and Luke went off to discuss my disturbing dream, and my attention got caught in Leia's disturbed look.

"Come inside first. We'll discuss it, then."

A small, nearly empty room was the only place, Leia felt was right.

"So, Luke, you're looking for her?"

"According to the Jedi-spirits she is our only hope, if we want Ben back. The presence of a Kenobi is apparently very important, if we're intending to persuade Ben back to the Light, and Rey had a vision in a dream. Kylo Ren is looking for Darth Maul's light saber. We all know, who is the beholder of that particular light saber, Leia."

"I just don't like it. She isn't loyal to us. She has always been doubting the Jedi's."

"Yes, but she isn't loyal to The First Order either. She is only loyal to herself. And I am sure, that she is aware of the situation, it will put her in if Kylo Ren finds her first."

"Well, Luke, I don't know where she is, bit we can ask Maz, if she knows something."

Maz did know something, and already the next day we headed towards Tatooine. I walked in to the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon, where Chewie roared at the solar systems.

"Who are we even looking for, Rey," Poe asked, as he and Finn entered the cockpit.

"The last Kenobi," I informed them. They didn't look pleased at all with my answer.

"Look, Rey. We can't help looking for someone, whom we don't know, what looks like."
"I don't know, what she looks like either, guys. I only know that she is a girl, and that she is the beholder of an important light saber. And apparently she does not want to be found."

"Why? We are the good guys," Finn said.

"The Dark Side thinks they are right, and so do we, is what she would say."

Luke smiled at us.

"You want to know, how she looks, Poe? Well, she is beautiful, and she has dark curls. She has blue eyes, and she isn't very tall. Her name is Nyada Kenobi; she is the last of her heritage. Nyada is very strong with the Force, but she won't use it immediately, because she doesn't want other force-users to sense her."

Poe, Finn and I tried to picture the woman.

"We are looking for her, because I am afraid, that Kylo Ren, if he gets to her first, will be able to make her join The First Order. And if she joins him, he will become twice as powerful, as he already is."

"Oh shit," Poe mumbled.

We wandered through the desert, and I felt the familiar warmth coax my pale skin away.

"There."

Luke pointed in front of him. A small city sprung up from the sand. We walked towards it, and as we did my eyes spotted the people living there. They were poor, and all looked tired. There were a lot of small kids running through the alleys, but no child laughter appeared. A sound of music grew stronger as we walked after Luke, whom seemed to know exactly where he was going. We followed him inside a door and were greeted with dancing people and music. The bartender smiled at us.

"What can I get you?"

"Do you know a girl, who looks like this," Luke asked and a hologram of a pretty girl appeared.

The bartender nodded.

"That's Nyada. Nyada Solo."

"Solo?"

"Yeah. She's related to that dead Han Solo-guy, I believe. Can I help you get in contact with her?"

"Yes, please."

The bartender smiled.

"She probably will be here in an hour. I'll give you my word on, that she is one hell of a smuggler. You won't be disappointed."

The bartender let us be.

"Smuggler? Are we rescuing a smuggler, Luke," I hissed.

"I didn't know she had chosen that path. She goes by his last name, too. Somehow that doesn't seem as weird, as it should be. Nyada Solo," he muttered to himself.

As the hours went on, we had to order something, which Finn and Poe happily did. They chatted with the bartender, while he poured another new drink. After what seemed like centuries a figure entered the room. It was definitely a woman. Her breast and curves was rounder and perkier than mine under her grey clothes.

"Nyada! You've got company," the bartender yelled out in excitement.

Nyada's head turned. Clearly she was confused, but then her eyes widened, when she recognized Luke.

"Fuck," she sweared.

"Nyada," Luke greeted.

"Oh, Hell no! I am not going back, you Jedi-scum! I hate you!"

"Relax, Nyada. We are here to help you."

"We?"

Her eyes quickly found Poe, Finn and I. She moved near me with rage burning in her eyes.

"Is she my replacement?"

Luke didn't answer, but Nyada figured it out without acknowledge.

"You better live up to the responsibility that comes with the Jedi-title," Nyada scowled.

"Excuse me?"

She laughed at me, and I felt the fury boiling inside of me.

"Watch it, girl. Jedi's aren't allowed to be angry," she provoked me.

I forced myself to control the rage, which had threatened to escape me.

"Face it, Nyada. You can't stay here. He is looking for you, and you know, that he won't stop looking, before he has you in his arms. Even if he has to use power to make you surrender to him in one way or another, he will do it, and you know it. Deep in your heart, you know, that you are his prey, and that he will hunt you down," Luke said.

I glanced over at Nyada, whom looked suddenly scared.

"I know," she said with tears streaming down her face.

"But I am not going to surrender to him or you!"

"Nyada-"

A scream, cut its way through the air.

"The First Order is here," Luke concluded.

"We can fight them."

"Yes, we are three Force-users."

"No, you are two," Nyada said. "I am not going to fight by your side ever again, Luke. Even if it will result in my death, then I will never fight alongside you again. Not after what you did."

As three knights of Ren and their leader entered the bar accompanied by ten stormtroopers, I took Nyada by surprise. My lightsaber dazzled close to her throat.

"Kylo," I yelled.

He looked at me. The First Order commander was wearing his black mask.

"We'll give you the girl, if you let us leave, but if you don't I'll cut her throat open."
"Give her to me, and I'll let you go."

His voice sounded weird through that mask. I hesitated.

"How do I know, that you will keep your word?"

"Trust me."

I couldn't believe it, when I openly trusted him and threw her at him. He caught her in his grip, and we ran, but he let us.