I have wanted to post this since the moment I finished writing it after I saw The Force Awakens opening night. It inspired me so much I had to start writing something for it. I've waited a week to upload so that more people have had the opportunity to go and see this amazing film.

That being said. THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THIS STORY FOR THE FORCE AWAKENS! Especially this first chapter. I just wanted to warn you all now, so that those that still haven't seen it will not freak out on me for giving things away.

This first chapter is a little short, but I plan on making the others longer, this chapter is just a prologue after all. I have rated it T just to be on the safe side. I hope you all enjoy what I have written! I love hearing feedback and finding out what you liked the most so do not forget to review!

Now without further ado. I present the first chapter of Star Wars VIII: The Calling of the Force. Enjoy!

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One step after another.

Rey continued up her path, gaining more distance with each stride from the Falcon where she had left R2-D2 and Chewbacca. This was supposedly the location of the very first Jedi temple. She could feel it through the force. The force that she had come to grips with so suddenly and progressively, causing her to feel a peace she hadn't felt since being told about the mystic mumbo jumbo as well as Luke Skywalker by Han.

Han Solo. The man she had looked up to as a father in the short amount of time that she had known him. That charming smuggler had been nothing but kind to her since she had met him. She smiled faintly at a memory. Even if the first time she had met him he had his blaster pointed straight at her.

She absentmindedly wiped a tear from her cheek as she took another step forward. Rey remembered the red blade that had activated and been shoved through Han's chest in the blink of an eye. Seeing him die before her eyes, and by his son no less, had crushed her. But no matter how devastating she thought her grief was, Chewie had taken the loss of Han the hardest. On their journey to this planet, she sometimes would see the wookie holding a worn black vest decorated with pockets, before putting it into a box and then a compartment. She just knew it belonged to his fallen friend. Their fallen friend.

General Leia Organa's comforting hug had calmed Rey, but Chewie needed something else to fill the void of that lifetime friendship he had with Han Solo.

Rey closed her eyes for a moment as she took a deep breath of the fresh sea air, nothing like the dry air on Jakku. She could sense another's presence. Luke was close.

Suddenly she felt very nervous. Luke Skywalker. The man she had believed to be a myth. What did he look like? Was he nice? Did he know she was here? She opened her eyes and took the last remaining steps up the hill. She might as well find out.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to a cloaked figure standing close to the edge of the cliff. The figure's back was to her but she already knew who it was. This was the man she was looking for. The man the Resistance had been looking for for years. Luke Skywalker.

As if he had heard her thoughts he turned slowly towards her. The hood of his robe covering most of his face. Once he faced her completely he drew his hood back, revealing a face aged with wisdom as well as years. His striking blue eyes looked as if he has seen the sorrows of the galaxy, and that the responsibility rested on the shoulders of the man before her. It was then she realized that one of his hands was metal. Perhaps he had lost it in a battle when he fought for the Rebellion against the Empire? Her eyes flickered away from the artificial hand looking back at him.

He was just staring at her. As if he was expecting something, questioning her with his gaze. With one swift movement she slid her weathered pack to the side and pulled out the lightsaber that she had been given. The weapon that had called to her, that she had used against Kylo Ren. It supposedly had been used years before by the man before her, as well as his father before him. Hesitantly she extended it, making sure he could see it.

At the small movement, Luke Skywalker broke eye contact with Rey and looked at the lightsaber she held. He had not seen this weapon in decades. Memories of those times flashed through his mind causing him to close his eyes. For how long he reminisced he had no idea, but when he opened his eyes and came back to the present, he saw the girl, patiently waiting with the lightsaber still extended in her grip.

Luke moved towards her slowly and with his artificial hand as well as his real hand, he gently curled Rey's fingers back around the ancient weapon, patting her hand gently afterwards. She looked down at the lightsaber then back up to him.

He chose this moment to speak, using his voice that he had hardly had need for in his years of isolation as the last of the Jedi. No. Not the last anymore.

"Rey."

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