Hey everyone, sorry it's been a while. I wanted to revise this chapter before continuing. It is now different than the previous version and more has been added to the end. Hope you enjoy, thanks for reading!

Rey's arms and chest trembled uncontrollably the frigid wind whipped against her skin. Her cheeks and nose were reddening in the biting cold as the deeply hued dark grey clouds blanketed over the island. It was a few hours after midday yet the surroundings looked almost night with how much the clouds filtered out the sun. The constant thundering roar of the ocean waves droned on in her ears as they continued to roll forward, lapping up to her feet in a white bubbly foam. To her added annoyance, the soft black sand beach acted as a heat sink, pulling all of the warmth out of her body.

Rey shakily inhale deeply with her eyes closed. With all her willpower she tried to focus on her breath, but her chattering teeth and numbing extremities completely distracted her. Rey yearned for a fire, an air conditioner, just anything warm. She reminisced fondly to the cozy blanket she had this morning…the dull hum of the waves through the Falcon's hull, the comfortable plush seat and soft warm blanket.

"ARRGH!" She grunted aloud in frustration. This is impossible!

Rey angrily got up and kicked some sand towards the ocean in frustration. A sharp pain pierced her big toe. "ARRGH DAMNIT!" she yelled heatedly. She looked back to where she had launched the divot of sand and noticed a sharp obsidian rock gleaming dully with crimson blood. Her toe now throbbed in pain causing her to wince uncomfortably. Blood seeped through a deep gash on her toe. She reached her fingers to try to stop the bleeding, but the pain sharply increased tenfold.

Rey gritted her chattering teeth but the sharp pain kept coming.

ARGH that's it! She thought storming off up the jagged stone steps, furiously muttering under her breath. "Breathing until after sunset? What a ridiculous task. Not even he could do it in this weather," She muttered irritably.

A sprinkling rain steadily turned into a downpour adding to Rey's freezing misery.

Luke's beehive stone hut was visible in the distance up the steep graded slope, at the moment appearing the size of a fingernail. Each step Rey took was agony as she staggered up the steps on her pain ridden foot.

Finally she had reached the top of the steps, exhausted and frigid. Her hair was completely drenched and dripping, and her body continued to tremble. The numbness from the cold almost made her forget about her throbbing toe.

Crazy old man she thought in disgust as she angrily pounded on Luke's door.

"Let me in!" she chattered through the rain, her nose now sniffling. There was no answer.

The resentment overwhelmed her and she threw her shoulder into the door with all her might.

"Damnit! Let me in you—"

The door suddenly screeched opened causing her to awkwardly fall face forward into Luke's hut.

"What was that?" Luke asked with slight amusement. Rage rose up through her chest as Rey quickly scrambled to her feet.

"What was the point of all this?" she demanded heatedly.

Luke continued to stare at her with an amused expression. "I thought I already told you, didn't I?"

"I nearly froze to death out there! How the hell was I supposed settle my mind?!" she said, her body quivering like a leaf.

"Take this." Luke said warmly, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. Rey glared daggers into Luke as he calmly walked to the small crackling fire in the center of the small hut. A metal pot was propped up by sticks on either side, with a long cylindrical one bearing the weight from the handle.

"Please sit," Luke said, gesturing to the blanketed cot at the edge of the room. Rey, still shivering and exhausted, wanted to refuse as an act of defiance, but her numb, trembling legs gave in and she plunked down on the edge of the cot. Luke carefully ladled the steaming soup into some wooden bowls.

"Here," Luke said, offering her a bowl. "Eat. You'll feel better." Rey glared at him and grabbed it without a word, the frustration and anger towards him still bubbling inside her.

Rey eagerly took a spoonful of the soup but her stomach immediately dropped as an eyeball floated to the top of the bowl.

"How's the soup?"

Rey peered up from her bowl with her eyebrows furrowed in resentment. "Seriously?"

"The eyeballs are very nutritious." Luke said matter of factly.

"I nearly just froze to death out there! And you ask 'how's the soup?'" she exclaimed fuming.

"You did well…" Luke said taking a slurp of his soup. "You did very well."

Rey was thoroughly confused. "But you said—" she started slowly.

"—yes I said until sundown..." Luke interrupted, "but I wasn't expecting you to do it on your first attempt…"

Rey sighed in disgust. "So this was all…just a test." Rey said sourly.

"Yes it was a test." Luke said with a sly smile. "I wanted you to come face to face with failure."

"And why is that?" Rey muttered, her head huddled under the blanket.

"Because sometimes failures are painful, uncomfortable experiences. They are certainties in life…even in a jedi's life…and it is only when we learn from and accept our failures, can we then overcome them."

Rey shook her head slightly her face still grimaced in anger.

"You couldn't have found an easier way of showing me this?" she asked bitterly.

Rey exhaled frustratedly and shook her head, unable to bear the look of his face any longer. She stared straight into the fire still processing her resentment towards Luke.

"Did you expect this journey to be easy?" Luke asked, his face turning serious. "Did you expect you would be become a jedi overnight?"

Rey's face hardened, still avoiding Luke's piercing gaze. She angrily tried to push the guilt out of her mind.

"Your feelings betray you Rey…" Luke said, the fire crackling and flickering, playfully lighting his face. Rey gritted her teeth her thoughts still swirling in resentment. "A jedi does not allow anger, frustration, or failure; to control them."

The statement struck a nerve. Rey dropped her bowl of soup to the floor splattering the steamy liquid over the stone floor.

How can you say this?" Rey asked incredulously rising to her feet. "How?" she repeated insistently. Luke sternly looked at her, staying silent and still.

"You were the one hiding your failure from the rest of the galaxy. You turned your back on your friends, your family!" She shouted towards him. To her added frustration Luke continued to just stare at her with the same stern expression.

"What does that make you?" Rey demanded, determined to provoke him. Luke's eyes narrowed.

"You know nothing of what I've seen." Luke said darkly back to her. "Of what Snoke can do. You think you can take him and the First Order on your own?" Luke said his eyes flashing dangerously.

"You think you're ready?" Luke asked rhetorically raising his eyebrows. Rey continued to stare back at him, a creeping doubt now nagging in her mind.

"You're just a child."

Rey's blood boiled beneath her skin as her eyes teared up. Luke continued to glare at Rey, a hardened expression etched on his face.

Rey's chest heaved vigorously, her fists clenching tightly.

"You are emotional, you are judgmental. You are impatient." Luke stated emphatically. "This is not the jedi way."

Rey's eyes continued to tear up as she let out a single distressed huff and strode to the door, wrenching it open with all her anger.

Luke sighed disappointedly as she left.

Damn him Rey thought as she stomped along the grass up the steeply graded knoll. The birds cawing in the distance as the rain continued to pattered down steadily, returning the icy cold to her veins. Darker, blackened clouds now loomed overhead.

You're just a child. The words seemed seared into her brain. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she memories on Jakku flashed before her eyes. She pushed them away trying not to remember.

Just a child. The words continued to echo in her head causing a searing emotional pain in her chest. She knelt to the ground weeping openly, her throat burning in a constricted pain.

12 year old Rey sprinted along the coarse Jakku sand heading straight towards the millennium falcon. The rampway was in her sights, spurring her on even more.

Unkar Plutt and five of his cronies sprinted after her, their boots kicking up the yellow sand every which way. "Don't let that girl escape!" Plutt's gruff voice yelled at his men.

Rey heart skipped a beat as she looked back over her shoulder. She would have mere seconds to get in and take off before Plutt and his men reached her.

Rey's boots skidded on the rampway's metal grating, but she quickly regained her feet and scrambled inside towards the cockpit.

Her heart thumped rapidly, adrenaline coursing through every inch of her thin frame. She quickly slid herself into the cockpit seat and flicked the power sequence switch. Immediately the engines whirred to life.

Rey's mind raced looking for the throttle and she frantically started pushing random switches and levers.

A mechanical grinding followed by a sputtering of the engines filled her ears. "No no…" Rey said desperately flicking the power sequence switch again and again. A sinking dread overwhelmed her as she listened to the engines whine to a halt.

"Please…Please" she said looking over her shoulder continuing to flick the switch. But the thunking of heavy footsteps and shouting voices echoed into the ship and Rey's stomach dropped into hopelessness.

Huge gnarled hands threw Rey from the cockpit seat violently to the floor.

She tried to scramble to her feet to get away but Plutt stepped on her hand, causing a sharp pain as her wrist wouldn't budge. Painful tears welled in her eyes as Plutt huffed on his breath raggedly.

"You…You are going to pay for this." Plutt said glaring down at her.

Rey looked up fearfully, her adrenaline now turning to a horrible dread. Memories of the dark, dusty cell she had once occupied for one miserable week flashed into her mind. But this was much worse than trying to steal a packet of bread.

"Take her away!" Plutt yelled angrily storming off.

For 24 whole hours Rey sat in the shaded corner of her cell drenched in sweat. Her throat was parched and scratchy, her stomach empty, and her limbs weak and almost lifeless. She could barely keep her eyes open.

Plutt stomped up to her cell, his raggedy breath rousing Rey. "Where were you going child?" Plutt asked gruffly.

Rey lolled her head averting her eyes.

"You're going to die of thirst if you don't tell me. Where were you going?" Plutt insisted.

"Away from here…" Rey said hoarsely, returning the strongest glare she could muster. "…to find my family," she finished determinedly.

Plutt scoffed, chuckling darkly, "Family? You have no family. You're just a scavenger. An outcast. There is nothing and no one for you out there."

Rey's eyes dropped to her feet. Deep down she knew Plutt was right. No one had cared to come back for her.

Plutt threw a pouch of water through the cell bars splashing water against the clay wall and dusty floor. Rey's body jolted as she scrambled desperately to pick it up, saving as much water as she could. Plutt chuckled as he stomped off, pleased at her suffering.

Rey drank from the pouch generously, once again closing her eyes, and leaning against the cell wall.

Rey's chest seared with pain as the realization of loneliness and gripping hopelessness hit her. She had no ship, no money, no friends, nothing. She was just a child. An outcast. No one. And in all likelihood she would die here.

Rey wiped her eyes vigorously as the rain fell steadily and a few tears streamed down her face. A blinding flash of light appeared in the distance catching her attention. Rey jerked her head to the skyline, searching for the cause. A deep thunderous rumbling shuddered her thin frame causing her to fall back to the ground. Her heart beat rapidly against her chest as more rumblings echoed through the blackened clouds.

Rey scrambled to her feet and swiveled her head looking for shelter. The steps! She could just make out the gray weathered steps through the pouring rain and low hanging clouds. She sprinted through the grass following the steps up to the ancient tree. Rey jumped the last few steps and quickly ducked through the entry way into the tree. The familiar ancient musty smell enthralled her senses once again and a heavenly warmth seemed to radiate from the walls.

Now dripping wet and completely exhausted, Rey found a dry dusty corner near the ancient books and curled up hugging her trembling, dripping body. The warmth radiating from the tree felt like a soft comforting blanket wrapping her up.

Her thoughts continued to swirl with painful memories and questions she couldn't answer. Soon her eyelids shuddered and closed.