This is my absolutely insane Rey's parents theory. Sorry I haven't been posting on my other fanfics recently, life's been crazy and this is the only thing I can focus on right now.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars franchise or Percy Jackson books (although, gods, I wish I did).
Rey's POV
As I settled into the pilot's seat of the Millennium Falcon, a wave of dread passed over me. I have a bad feeling about this, I thought.
Let me back up. My name is Rey. Just Rey, no surname. I'm about 20. I've lived on the desert planet of Jakku for most of my life, only recently escaping in the adventure of a lifetime. I don't remember my family. And, last but not least, I'm a Jedi. Sort of. I've only been training for a few weeks, but I was asked to go on a mission to explore other planets, for potential Resistance bases. That brings me to my story.
You see, General Leia Organa had asked me to explore planets outside of the galaxy, as we might need a new base at any time. I agreed almost immediately. My curiosity of the universe had increased by a ten-fold ever since I left Jakku. I asked my copilot of the Millennium Falcon, Chewbacca the Wookie, if he would like to come, but he replied no, saying that he preferred exciting, high-risk missions, like smuggling or blowing up giant space stations. Fun stuff. I then asked Finn and Poe, close friends of mine if they'd like to come. Finn agreed almost as soon as I had, but Poe was more reluctant. I convinced him by saying that I needed a copilot, and he was the best guy I knew for the job.
Now we were about to leave, and all I could feel was dread. Something bad was going to happen. I dismissed the feeling as easily as I could, thinking that it was only my hyperactive Force-user-ness that was acting up. I got that a lot. Looking back on it, I should have got off the ship right then and there and cancelled the mission. It would have been a lot easier than what I was going to get into.
We took off. Finn and BB-8 were in charge of keeping the ship in one piece as we flew, a task that was more needed than you'd think. The Falcon was an old ship. It had been around during the Clone Wars, if you believe it. Poe and I were piloting. I was teaching Poe how to fly a ship like this as we went. He was used to X-Wings, which were much smaller and easier to fly. Not that he wasn't a good pilot or anything. Poe Dameron was quite possibly the best pilot in the entire Resistance.
"You guys ready to make the jump to hyperspace?" I asked.
"Go for it!" I heard Finn yell from somewhere in the back of the ship.
I pushed the hyperdrive to light speed. The stars blurred around us, and we hurtled through space to the unknown.