So this is the prequel to the first chapter I wrote. It's inspired by whouffalditrash's video edit of Rey's vision. It's good Wastebasket stuff.
The ship flying away from Jakku in her vision stays rooted in her mind for all the days after her vision. It just doesn't feel right to her. Everything else, every detail, right down to her younger self screaming for her parents to come back, rings true. She remembers the day well, even if the faces of her family elude her. But the ship she sees doesn't feel right.
She talks to Luke about the vision, and how it's the only thing she remembers involving her parents. He suggests that she's blocked out painful memories as she's grown up alone. There's also a suggestion of meditation. Perhaps if she clears her mind, opens up to the Force, she could remember something. As much as she isn't a fan of sitting still, Rey finds herself liking the quiet of it. Years of Jakku living on her own has made silence a familiar friend.
She meditates at least once a day for weeks. Nothing comes back to her for a while.
Finally, one night she dreams of her abandonment on Jakku. She's still screaming, struggling to get free of the heavy grip on her tiny arm. The ship is still flying away, but for a second it flickers like an illusion before returning to the ship she's familiar with from her vision. The tiny flicker reveals the true visage, which she manages to see is smaller than the illusion.
She keeps on meditating, and the flickers get longer. Eventually, the dream returns to her again one night, but this time there's no ship flying away. Something is leaving her behind though, soaring upwards toward the stars.
As soon as she wakes up, the first thing that Rey does is grab a charred stick from an old fire. She draws the box she saw in her dream on a large, flat stone, not wanting to forget it later. The sketch is black on gray stone, crude yet distinguishable. There is no way to give it the beautiful blue color she saw the box had in her dream, which disappoints her slightly. But the box feels more important.
Once she's done, Rey sets down the stick and stares at her work. As she studies it, a word comes to her mind. It's not one that she's expecting, but it feels right for that box.
Home.
So I think I am going to write more of Rey's memories. If anyone has any suggestions of memories for Rey to have, hit me up!
