Luke never thought he would return from Dagobah. The last time he went, not ever hearing about it before then, was only because his master advised him to go. He didn't think he wouldn't think he would go here of all places. Luke sighed at the still fresh memory of him storming out of the new Jedi temple on Yavin. Being the founder, not to mention grandmaster of the new order was stressing on him. Even though Luke had been holding those positions, it sometimes makes him forget that he is only 30,and that he never was responsible for something that could keep the entire galaxy safe. Handling all the questions and reports and ideas that were beought to him became taxing on him. Some new republic officials asked him about how he would train all the Jedi, if he was willing to move the new Jedi Order to the old Jedi temple on Coruscant, and if he could reaffirm the Jedi's loyalty to the Republic. The stress of answering these questions honestly, trying to stay out of politics, and his most important, but delicate duty, to train younglings and new Jedi were too much for him, causing Luke to escape to his x-wing into space.
Luke felt like he never had time to feel the force, and used his unofficial break to do just that. Luke felt the force guide him to the swamp planet, and if it guided him to a mysterious place as Dagobah, then who is he to say no? When he was in the atmosphere, he tried to get a feling of where the force wanted him to go. He felt a strange, weak pull, and flew his ship in that direction. He played hot and cold with it, and He set down his starfighter in a clearing in the bog, where the pull was strongest.
Popping the translucent hull in the cockpit, Luke felt the thick air hit his lungs like a blaster bolt. It was impossible for him to get used to the humidity on the planet. He ignored it and climbed out of his ship, attempting to once again connect with the force. Luke finally felt a tug to somewhere, but as soon as he realized it, it was gone. Luke closed his eyes and tried harder to find the connection. It worked, at least enough for him to identify what he was feeling.
It was luring, secretive, as if it were hiding, but, it was almost alike to someone playing hide and seek with him, whispering out to him, but still hard to find. The grandmaster trudged the the boggy swamp, intrigued by this ghostly feeling.
Luke kept walking and walking, until he came to the side of a hill. The force was faint, although much stronger than before. Whatever he was looking for, it had to be beyond the rock wall. He moved aside the dead branches and vines to get a closer look. Luke reached out his hand and placed it on the wall. The very second his entire palm was on it, he was assaulted by visions and words that scrambled his senses. They all came as quick as they left. He recoiled in fear, shouting out his disorientation. His ears rung and his eyes were blinded, the effects were similar to a stun grenade, except it felt like there was much more impact because it was all the force. Luke was breathing heavily, in order to calm himself. When he was able to see again, the wall was different. This time engraved in it, was a space. What was wierd about it was that this space was the exact shape of his lightsaber.