Chapter 2-
Rey wrapped her arms around her father's neck as he carried her to a hut. Rey was a little torn in her feelings for Luke Skywalker. It was clear he apparently loved her. Rey wasn't sure if she could return the sentiment.
General Organa had sown her pictures of Luke Skywalker when she had first met him almost 40 years earlier. Then he was younger with blond hair and blue eyes. Luke Skywalker's eyes were still blue, but he was obviously older with gray liberally streaking his hair and beard.
Luke carried her into the hut and laid her on a bed, pulling a blanket up to her chin. "Sleep, my Rey, and I'll make you some rootleaf stew," Luke said, kissing her forehead, his beard tickling her forehead.
Rey fell asleep, feeling safe for the first time in her life. Rey woke up a few hours later, feeling warm and drowsy. Something smelled wonderful. Rey sat up as her father stirred a huge pot over a fire. Rey sniffed appreciatively.
Luke turned, a smile on his face. You're feelings, not to mention your nose and stomach, tell me you are ready to eat," Luke commented dryly.
"My feelings, nose, and stomach are telling you right," Rey said just as dryly. It couldn't take a Jedi knight to figure out that she was starving.
"Here. This is rootleaf. My Jedi master, Yoda, used to swear by it. He thought every Jedi should eat rootleaf," Luke said, giving her a spoon and a shallow wooden bowl.
Rey picked up her spoon and stuck it into the bowl. She lifted the spoon to her mouth and sipped slowly. Rootleaf was bitter, but it tasted better than the rations that Unkar Plutt gave her to eat on Jakku.
"I used to not like rootleaf, but I got used to the taste as my Jedi training progressed," Luke said, between bites of his own stew.
"It's different, but I like it," Rey admitted as she dug into the bowl, finishing it off in a matter of seconds. Luke filled up her bowl again and watched with keen fascination as she ate voraciously and he then filled it a third time.
"This will put some weight on you. Judging from how you're eating and how you look, you are terribly underweight for your age," Luke said, brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear.
Rey then noticed Luke's mechanical right hand. "Father, what happened to your hand?" Rey asked.
"This? Your grandfather, Anakin Skywalker did this long before you were born. It was when he was Darth Vader and he turned back to the light side of the Force. Does it frighten you, Reyhana?" Luke asked as Rey touched the mechanical hand gently.
"No. And what did you just call me?" Rey asked puzzled.
"Reyhana. When your mother was pregnant we discussed names. We had decided on Reyhana Padme Skywalker. Reyhana was her mother's name. Padme was my mother's name," Luke explained, his fingers running up and down her face methodically.
Rey then yawned, covering her mouth, slightly. "Sorry," Rey said.
"It's all right. You need to sleep. Tomorrow we begin your training. For now finish your dinner and then you need to go to bed," Luke said. The rest of dinner passed in a fog. Rey felt herself nod off as Luke picked her up in his strong arms and put her to bed. Rey fell into a deep sleep, her father's hand on her forehead.
Luke watched as Rey slept. His daughter was worn out. She had been through a rough week to add to an already rough life. Luke had been to Jakku at one time looking for students to bring to his Jedi Academy. It was a harder life than his had been on Tatooine. At least he had had love and protection from Owen and Beru Lars, His daughter had had no one until now.
Luke gently kissed Rey's forehead. "I love you Reyhana Skywalker. I am so sorry you didn't have me," Luke whispered in her ear.
Rey opened her eyes sleepily. "Father?" Rey asked. Luke rested his hand firmly on her forehead.
"Go back to sleep, Reyhana," Luke said, stroking her hair gently with his fingers.
"Okay," Rey said, drifting off to sleep.
"That's my girl," Luke said, cupping her face and kissing her forehead tenderly.
Rey woke up with the sun in her face. Rey looked over and saw Luke sitting in a chair across from her, already awake. Luke smiled warmly as he picked up her hand and kissed the palm gently, his beard tickling her hand.
"Good morning, Reyhana," Luke said as she sat up.
"Good morning, Father," Rey said as she stood.
"We are going to eat and then begin training," Luke said, pushing a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.
"Is training hard? I already mastered Jedi mind tricks. I did it on one of Ren's stormtroopers and I know how to use a lightsaber," Rey admitted as she sat at Luke's table.
"Okay. First things first. You are not allowed to use the Force unless I am with you. You may feel it, but right now you don't know how to control it. If I had learned how to control it properly I would never have lost my hand," Luke said sternly.
"Okay. I haven't used it until now. What's a few more days? Rey asked. Luke chuckled dryly.
"Training takes more than a few days, Reyhana. I was in training for only a week. But, then again most Jedis' were trained for years and my training was a dire emergency as at the time Yoda thought I was too old," Luke said.
"There is an age limit to being a Jedi?" Rey asked skeptically.
"In the Old Republic there was. I was told to pass on what Yoda and Ben Kenobi taught me. They said nothing about age limits when I tried to train others. But enough of that. For the Jedi, it's time to eat too," Luke said, kissing her forehead.
"Yes, Father," Rey said as she and Luke sat down to a simple breakfast that filled Rey's stomach much like dinner had the night before.