"Master Skywalker?" Rey's voice left her like an echoing breath. "How are you here?"
"Who did you expect to see? Jabba the Hutt?" Luke half-joked, shaking his head.
"Who?"
"Never mind. " He emitted what Rey might have described as a low chuckle. "Do you know why you're here?" His voice returning to his normal seriousness.

"Ahsoka said it was to make a lightsaber..."
"Yes, yes." Luke interrupted, waving away her words as if they didn't have time for this. "That's why you are here physically, but why are you here, right now, in the Force, talking to me?"
"I was hoping you could tell me that." She confessed, her confusion deepening the more they spoke. "You were the one who called me here."
She attempted to look down at where her body was meditating but, at some point, without her realizing it, the world around her had dimmed to black. She looked back up at the old Jedi, although his skin was aged and his hair grayed, a sense of calm and certainty radiated from him. It was a sharp contrast to the frustration and reluctance she had felt from him in life. The old man before her was the Jedi Knight she had expected to meet during her journeys, albeit not the one the course of history had forged.

"What did you expect me to say? Are you a naive child who traveled to this treacherous planet simply because an old man in a dream told you to do so?" But then his voice deepened slightly, " Or are there answers you wished to find here?"
Rey paused, or it felt like she paused, time seemed to pass at its own pace here. There were many questions she wanted to ask but one kept resurfacing.
"I'm losing control of the Force." The words came out dryly, "and I don't know how to keep it in check."
Luke bowed his head, a sly smile on his face as if Rey had given the response he'd expected.
"So I answer this with another question, do you know why this is happening?"
But before the youth could even consider an answer the Force seemed to respond in her stead. The blackness around them lightened, replaced by a cloudless blue sky and a relentless span of reddish-brown sand. The sensation of her feet sinking into the sediment, the warmth of the planet's two suns across her face... if it weren't for the eerie silence that surrounded them, Rey might have suspected they were truly back on Jakku.
"A grave?" Luke's observant words directed her attention to a small rectangular slab of red stone. Rey took a couple of steps towards it, there was writing engraved on the surface but, as she knelt before the tombstone, and her fingers gingerly traced the markings, she realised that they had faded beyond recognition and yet... she had a unpleasant feeling she knew who this grave belonged to.
"It's my parents'." She whispered as a shadow fell over her. She looked up, expecting to see Luke, but instead she saw a man and woman, draped in layers of tattered and torn clothing. They could have had any stature and size, from where she knelt, there was not a single distinguishing feature about them. Even their faces, were shrouded in an impenetrable shadow, obscuring them from their daughter's eyes.

"They were nobodies... low life's that sold me for drinking money." She spat the words as the anger and disappointment swelled up within her, creating a small whirlwind of sand at her feet.
A reassuring hand gripped her shoulder, and as she turned, this time she saw Luke's face. There was no pity or sympathy, but a look of understanding, as if he knew what she was going through. Then it dawned on her, he actually did know how it felt to be disappointed by a parent. If there was one person in the galaxy who really understood how Rey felt at that moment, it was Luke Skywalker. What must it have felt like to discover his father was the feared Darth Vader? With that thought the emotions dimmed slightly and the storm around her quietly ended.
"It doesn't matter into what family we are born, but the family we choose to create." There was no mocking or skepticism in his voice, for once Luke was clear and understanding.
She stood and spared one more glance at the faceless couple before she turned her back on them for good. Luke's words mingled with those Kylo had told her not so long before. Killing your past was not the sole solution.
The old Jedi gave her a reassuring nod, no smile nor words just a nod, but deep down she knew that was all she needed. It was easier said than done though, to turn her back on her heritage, to not care that her parents were not great nor significant people in the universe, to not care that they never remotely cared about who she was. It would take time but she was not bound by blood, her family were those that had been beside her and would remain beside her, no matter the situation- Finn, Leia, Chewbacca, Poe... even Han and Luke! That was the family she had chosen without realising it.

However, as she thought this, she realised there was someone missing from that list and she hated the fact that she acknowledged his absence.
"My nephew." Luke finally said, and for a moment Rey wondered if he had, somehow, read her thoughts. "He was the one that made you aware of your parentage, right?"
"So that I'd join him." Rey spat, it wasn't a moment she cared to remember, the Darkness had been so close, it had almost suffocated her.
"You and he are bound in a way that the galaxy has never seen before." Luke said, lowering his hand. "The two of you were born to counter each other."
"The Dark rises, so the Light attempts to smother it."
"A closed minded lifeform would think that." Countered Luke. "But Ben saw the true meaning behind your power, albeit his means are corrupted. There must be no Light nor Dark, there must be just balance and the Force."
"I don't understand." Rey began, "That pit, on Ahch'To, you warned me I had an affinity to the Darkness!"
"And I feared it and you." He sounded apologetic as he said this but continued to speak. "We fear what we don't understand, and during my life I saw the world as a man would, with fixed lines separated in black and white." But he gestured to the desert around them. "But in the Force I see the galaxy as it really is, not black or white or even grey, but in an infinite multitude of colour.
"My nephew saw the answer." Luke repeated, "But he cannot bring balance to the Force without your help. The path he has chosen is one of Darkness, but you must guide him, not to the Light but to a compromise. Remember Rey, just as you saw Light in him, he saw Darkness in you. We are all made of the two, and only when we accept that will we find balance and maybe, only then, will all these pointless wars end. The Skywalker Saga will- no, must end with you and Ben."
Rey was speechless and she found herself muttering "Skywalker saga...?" Everything Luke had just told her went against everything she had been told! It went against everything those stories- those stories that had raised her- had thought her!
But looking at the aged face of her greatest hero, hearing him say these words... She had lived on the tales of his adventures, of him fighting the Darkness and his flights through the stars. But this wasn't his story, this right here, this was hers, and it would unfold according to her choices.

Still, she couldn't get herself to say anything other then, "Uh-huh. Are we really calling it the Skywalker Saga?"

Luke shook his head disbelievingly. "Kids today… I tell you all that and the name is what sticks?"

"Oh I heard all of it, but I can't wrap my head around all of it at once." Rey shook her head.

"Kid, I know it's a lot…" But whatever Luke was about to say never reached Rey's ears. A painful feeling tugged at her stomach and in an instant the desert plane around her was replaced by a dark, star speckled sky. Her arms were outstretched and when she looked down she was balancing on what appeared to be a golden rope. Her balance wavered in her surprise and she wobbled, not wanting to fall into the abyss below.

"Luke?!" she yelled, afraid to move her head, to even breath, for fear that she'd fall.

"Luke!" she yelled again but the only response was the wobble of the rope beneath her.

What was happening? Where was she now?

From the infinite space around her a wind spontaneously blew against her, carrying upon it a feral scream, like an injured animal. Rey rolled her arms for balance, but she could feel herself slipping and she herself screamed, her voice accompanying the one already woven into the wind.

She gasped, her heart pounding and her breath unable to fill her lungs with air. She blinked against the sudden light, the sky was the crimson colour of blood and the clouds an even darker shade of red. At her feet the pebbled ground was a mass of black, like that of black hole, as if it could absorb all the light that hit it and give nothing in return.

Her back went rigid as the pained growl reached her again. Rey turned to the source of the sound and her hands shot to her mouth at the sight.

Rey had almost rehearsed the words she would tell Kylo Ren the next time they'd meet. She had created scenarios in her mind, some involved Kylo purposely targeting her on the battlefield, others involved her finding him like she had on Snoke's ship. She had venomous words to inflict pain on the older man for what he had done to her and the rebels, others were simply angry words to counter those he had once told her, to fill him with the same anguish he had once filled her with.

But she never expected to see him like this.

He was on one knee, his lightsaber crackling where it stood, piercing the ground. One hand was gripping its hilt, his shoulders were heaving and his breath was coming out as painful gasps. Sweat and dust smeared his face, his dark hair sticking to it in clumps. And the blood… there was just so much! His jacket was in tatters, scorched to reveal the skin underneath and even that was a burnt black, blood seeping out from every injury she could see.

And his eyes, they widened when he saw her. But they weren't the tortured eyes of a conflicted man, or the hungry eyes of one that had succumbed to the Darkness. They were the eyes of a dying man.

And here's the next chapter! Sorry it took so long but been getting quite a few assignments lately and haven't had the time to write. But what did you guys think? I really hope you enjoyed it and feel free to drop a review, I'd love to hear from you. Also, a little side note, I'm going to be changing the story's title form The Monster and the No-Body to The Knights' Fall- hope you guys like the little change. Until next time- LunaPendragon