A field of flowers splashed with blood couldn't help but come to mind when looking upon the halls of a place that used to hold such prosperous hope. Bodies of children laid bloody and scattered, and the temple was silent other than the structure crumbling down above their bodies. It was a terrible sight, enough to break the heart of a Jedi master who coughed at the smoke that filled the structure.

There was a sudden shift in the room as a gasp of breath was heard. Luke whipped his head around, not expecting any of the younglings or padawans to be alive after what happened. The disturbance in the force was replaced with a small awakening of a young Padawan as her eyes went wide as she coughed from the smoke in the air.

"Luke..." She choked out, turning her head to the side. The sight of a child no older than five years old with blood dripping from their mouth was enough to earn a sob out of her. "No." She cried. "No!" The padawan turned her head, but was only met with the body of a friend, a mentor. What happened was rushing back, and hitting her with the force of a tsunami.

The man flinched as he recognized the voice. He moved over a couple of bodies just as a support beam fell in front of him, blocking his path. He heard distant beeping coming from the entrance. Luke looked back at the droid, and shook his head. "It's okay, R2. I can get her." He called over. Once the droid was assured, Luke didn't hesitate to use the force to lift the beam and move it out of his way.

The girl had pushed herself up, resting her weight on her palms. "Luke!" She yelled, tears rushing down her face. She was weak, and pain rippled throughout her entire body but she didn't know where the damage was from until she saw the blood. The padawan threw off her cloak, tearing off her robe so she could lift her undershirt to see the damage that the saber had done. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her flesh.

"Shh, it's okay." Luke tried to be soothing, as he moved to pick up the girl. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "Luke... is he still..." The girl was afraid to finish her sentence, and he could hardly blame her. He knew how she felt about him.

His blue eyes scanned over the remains of his temple, and he could sense that the Knights of Ren had left. "He's gone..." He answered, stepping over bodies to get to the entrance. The sky was dark and the droid beeped with worry for the teenaged girl Luke had in his arms.

Her hands gripped his cloak, and he could feel her pain. She would surely die like the others if he didn't do something soon, if help wasn't already on its way. Luke looked down,"I'm sorry, Avry. I'm so sorry." He could only apologize to the last padawan of his jedi order.


The girl woke with a start. Avry could still hears the echoes of her Jedi master apologizing to her over and over again. She knew he was sorry, and for a time she couldn't blame him. Now she did. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light that poured through her window. It must be early morning, with dawn just arriving over the land.

Avry let out a breath as she sat up. She had to constantly remind herself when she woke up each morning that she was safe from what happened to her. She had done a good job at hiding, almost as good as Luke. The First Order or the Knights of Ren couldn't find her here.

Her feet swung over the side of the bed, touching the cold ground. She stood up, grabbing her brush as she moved to her mirror. A fair face with auburn hair that cascaded down just to her shoulders, and deep blue eyes. In her nightmares, or memories rather, that young girl she was seemed lost to her now. A child grew up and the only traces of what used to be laid on the outside.

She moved over to her wardrobe, selecting clothes for her to wear. She picked out a blue shirt with sleeves that puffed at the elbows, and a simple brown skirt. It was regular for a day of work. The girl picked up a white handkerchief and tied it to cover her hair. She tucked the fabric behind her ears before sighing at the sight of herself in the mirror.

A life like hers now might be boring. Waking up at the crack of dawn just to work on a small patch of land. It was nothing compared to the life she gave up, or the life she lost.

She slipped on her boots, making her way outside to her front door. Avry took a deep breath as she exited her house with a bucket in hand. The small village that she lived in became a perfect place to hide. Far enough to be away from First Order business and Rebellion ties. Dantooine was truly in the middle of nowhere. As much as she would've liked to run away like Han did and never stop, she sided with her old Jedi master on cowering at the edge of the galaxy.

People were starting to get ready for the day, setting up their shops. Avry made her way to the village circle, going over to the well with her bucket. A Chalactan girl waited there with her own bucket, waving hello to Avry as she approached. She had dark hair that was braided into three thin braids that went down her her knees, and a small silver bead laid on her forehead between her eyes. A symbol of the Chalactan religion, no doubt.

"Good morning, Whaoli." She smiled, earning a smile from the teenaged girl. Once Whaoli was finished collecting her water, she untied the rope and handed it to Avry. "Morning, Caddy." The girl responded. Avry tried to keep the smile of her face, but the name she chose to live under never failed to torture her. She did this to herself, so she would never forget the person she let die.

Whaoli waited as Avry collected water. The younger girl was always up to conversation, especially village gossip. "Did you hear a Resistance pilot landed last night? Dantooine hasn't had rebels in years. Do you think he's on a mission? No outsiders ever come here." Whaoli pointed out. Avry smiled softly,"Except me, right?" She said. Whaoli blushed with embarrassment. "You came here when I was only a little girl. If you ask me, I've known you for my entire life. You worked on my family's farm for a few years before my father helped you get your own land. You're a local. Dantooine is your home... especially since you never tell anyone where you're really from." Whaoli said.

She let out a sigh,"That's because I'm from nowhere." Avry replied. It was true in a way, the Jedi temple was lost and it was the only home she knew. There was nothing to go back too. Whaoli was right. Dantooine was her home now.

Avry leaned over and pulled her bucket up. Just as she was untying the rope, something bumped into her legs, pushing her forward over the side of the well. Her bucket tipped over, falling down the well with no rope tied to it. Avry didn't even think before stopping it with the force, and gently bringing it up until the handle was in her fingers. "Caddesca!" Whaoli grabbed her other arm and pulled her away from the well.

"It's okay, I got it." Avry let out a breath. Whaoli seemed to be oblivious to her use of the force, which was good. The truth would only put her in danger. Her blue eyes looked down at a sudden beeping noise. A droid apologizing. She didn't think she'd see this again after parting with R2D2 and C3PO. She softly smiled, kneeling down in front of the white and orange droid. "Don't you worry about it. I'm fine." She assured the droid.

A man with wavy dark hair ran over,"BB-8! I told you to stay close to me." He scolded the robot only for a moment before chuckling at the beep that followed. "Yeah, yeah, play the innocent card why don't you." He said, finally taking notice to the two farm girls in front of him. Whaoli had clearly clued in on his identity, and was currently elbowing the redhead besides her.

"Ow." Avry mumbled, glaring at the teenaged girl. She then looked to the man,"I take it your the droid's master. BB-8?" Avry asked, looking down at the droid who beeped in confirmation. Avry smiled,"Caddesca, and this is Whaoli." She introduced. The droid began beeping erratically, and Avry furrowed her brows. The man seemed surprised as well. "Poe. Dameron. And you... the owner of the tavern said a man named Lor San Tekka visited you over a year ago. Is this true?" Poe asked.

The girl clearly must've turned as white as a ghost, because Whaoli and Poe were giving her concerned looks. In truth, she always knew that Tekka always planned to be found. Even if he knew the only way would be through Avry. He was a smart man, making sure the only person who knew of his whereabouts was herself. "Whaoli, I need you to go home to your family." She instructed.

Whaoli furrowed her brows,"What? Why?" She questioned, clearly confused. Avry frowned, looking over at a girl she watched grow up. She couldn't have the same fate as those close to her. "Because the Resistance– they might've found me first... but the First Order won't be far behind. They'll kill you, and your family. Or they'll torture you for information... please. I need you and your family to leave." Avry urged.

"I d-don't understand..." Whaoli trailed off, taking a hesitant step back. Her eyes were filled with shock and mistrust. With her free hand, she moved forward and gently took Whaoli's hand. "Please, I need you to believe me. I need you to leave. Leave Dantooine if possible... I'm so sorry." She apologized, letting go of the young girl's hand.

She could tell that Whaoli didn't understand, but the teenager gave a short nod before looking at Poe. Her brown eyes drifted back to Avry,"Stay safe." She begged. Avry nodded her head a little, knowing the girl had grown attached to her over the years she had lived on Dantooine. She had watched the young Chalactan girl turn around and walk away from them.

And she could only hope this wouldn't be the last time she saw her.

Avry looked to Poe, frowning a little. "I know what you're after, and he has what your general is desperately looking for. I can tell you where he is... and I'd like to see him again if you promise safe travels." She told him. Poe nodded his head,"Anything. This is vital information. I promise I'll keep you safe from the First Order. It'll be my duty." He promised.

She nodded her head, he was a loyal man and thankfully for the better. "I know, and we don't have much time. The First Order won't be far behind."


The trip to Jakku wasn't exactly pleasant. A X-wing only seated one comfortable, and it was awkwardly for her to sit half on his lap the entire time. Poe was surprised a simple farm girl could pack up her things so quick, but he wasn't aware of the training she had. The goal of the Jedi was to have no ties to any particular place, and to always be prepared to pack up and go wherever the galaxy need you to be. She had snuck her old lightsaber into her things. Avry didn't want to be in a position to use it, but she knew the day would come eventually.

Poe helped her out of his ship, BB-8 following in suit. "You know... you look more like a smuggler than a farm girl in those clothes." The pilot commented. He wasn't an idiot, he could tell that there was certainly more to this woman than she led on. Avry rolled her eyes. "How do you know I wasn't?" She said it jokingly, but it concealed the truth. The small settlement of Tuanul laid before them, and the sun was starting to go down. Avry stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes. Soon she would know where Tekka was.

"Follow me." She said after a moment, moving over to a hut in the distance. Poe and BB-8 followed, and Avry's eyes grew soft as an old man stepped out of the hut. He stopped in his tracks, looking over in the distance as he recognized the auburn haired girl. He smiled, walking over with his arms extended. He hugged Avry to her surprise. "I knew you wouldn't hide in the shadows forever. You're a brave girl." Tekka told him. Avry frowned, she was disappointed in herself. There he was calling her brave when she was the one who cowered for so long.

Tekka's eyes trailed off in the distance, noticing the ones who followed her. He looked down at the girl,"The Resistance... you haven't told him who you really are? That you're the one who gave me the key to finding Luke Skywalker?" Tekka questioned. The girl met the old man's eyes. "I haven't told him. And he can't know... that was a secret you promised me a long time ago."


"Is this what I think it is?" Tekka asked the girl. She watched as the wind blew through the grass of her land. She took a deep breath before nodding her head. "It is. I... I often thought about throwing it away after Luke abandoned me. But... it's safe in the hands of a man who still believes in the Jedi. Besides... Caddesca trusted you." She told him honestly. Tekka looked down at the leather sack in his hands. He was finally starting to understand why she had requested him to visit her. After living in the shadows for so long, Tekka believed she was dead. He was more than shocked when Han Solo himself came bearing the message of the last padawan of Luke's Jedi order.

His blue eyes traveled up to hers,"How long have you had this?" He questioned. Avry frowned, and looked back at him. "Since Luke left me to die. I was on my death bed and he hardly said goodbye... he probably hoped this would die with me. He had to know R2 would go dark after he left. A way for him to never be found." She guessed, but that version of the story was only bitter because Avry felt abandoned by the Jedi master. Even to this day.

Tekka sighed and nodded his head. "I'll keep this safe then... and I'll be going to Jakku. Tuanul. A small settlement where I can stay hidden as you have... but are you sure this is what you want?" He asked carefully. She nodded her head with no hesitation. "I want away from all of this. Especially Luke. I'm not a jedi, Tekka, nor a smuggler. I'm a farmer." She said, trying to convince him of something she said with a waver of doubt.

"You will always be a jedi, Avry Fayar. The force flows within you. You cannot fight it. You cannot run from it. And you cannot hide it... and you'll realize this one day. Once you release this grip you convinced yourself the past has on you." Tekka was pleading with her, and Avry knew it. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. "I still remember all of them, you know. All their faces... even Caddesca's. I won't forget their deaths." She said firmly.

Avry was surprised when she felt his hand on her shoulder, not used to the comfort. "No one said you had to forget them. Not even the boy you fell in love with." He told her gently but she only moved away from his touch now. "Don't talk to me about him. He's dead. Kylo Ren killed him." She said.

A sigh followed her sentence. "Now you sound like an old jedi master who told a farm boy his father was dead. Ben isn't lost to you... and if you believe he is, then he will be." The man warned. Avry looked at him, her eyes showing vulnerability. He could see somewhere she believed what he said was true, but holding onto that hope could hurt her too much. The belief soon vanished and Tekka frowned. He could see she was still healing from old scars that refused to fade, but there was hope for this jedi yet.


A/N: So... that's the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it!