So, this is my first Star Wars universe story. I've been thinking about this recently and have just been dying to put it down into words. I'm hoping to make it to around 40 chapters, maybe less. But it'll be a long work in progress. I'm big on being able to imagine situations or landscapes vividly so I'm hoping I'm able to do that with my writing, and I want everything to flow well. I'm very open to criticism. I'm also not a die-hard Star Wars fan, so some of the lore may be wrong and there may be plot holes but if anyone wants to help, I'm open to it! I'm starting after the Force Awakens and making it my own, only taking some things from the Last Jedi. I'm planning to make this a slow burn, and will give warning before chapters get too heavily into the Rated M. Reviews are very appreciated! Thanks everyone for reading.

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. If I end up making an OC, I will bring that up, but so far, it's going to focus on my two favorite characters.

Chapter One

The island was cold most of the time, with the raging winds whistling loudly in Rey's ears, and the ocean crashing against the crumbling rocks with reckless abandon. There was a certain spot she found early on that was sheltered enough to be considered pleasant and warm, at least to her standards. It was a dangerous climb down, but she had noticed it when following Luke on one of his many wanderings across the island. She decided to let him be for once, exhausted enough to put her mission aside for the rest of the day. The first thing she did was plop down onto the grass and give herself a chance to breathe. Luke had been on this island for years and was very accustom to trekking across it. Rey considered herself to be in good shape, but she was more used to the endless flat dunes of Jakku. She was definitely not used to climbing jagged landscapes where one clumsy slip meant your immediate fall to death. Though she felt sweat dripping down her forehead and the sun beaming on her face, the wind was relentless and she felt a chill starting to spread to her limbs.

She took in a deep breath and wiped the sweat from her brow, eyes still focused on the small but distinguishable alcove below her. The climb down wouldn't be as treacherous as the climb back up, but she had hoped that there would be an alternate route once she explored the area more thoroughly. Having a thought, she immediately twisted her body around to see if Luke was still making his was across the path that they were following. He had moved on, and she didn't have the energy to chase after him, since he would probably ignore her inquiries anyways. Maybe he knew something about the little alcove, maybe he had been there before and knew a safe way around.

Rey let out a heavy sigh, feeling defeated once again. It had been almost a week of her ensuing Luke across the island, knocking on his door, pleading with him and bombarding him with questions. He had great patience apparently, and just pretended as if she wasn't there. How much longer was she supposed to keep this up? What help was she to the Resistance if all she did was endlessly question and annoy an old man who wanted to do nothing but wander, eat, and sleep till the end of time? Rey felt herself getting agitated, so she inhaled deeply and with her exhale she stood. For now, she would focus on the task at hand. Getting down to that alcove, and maybe in the process find a quiet and suitable spot to meditate.

She may not be a Jedi or on the path to becoming one yet because of the stubbornness of her would-be teacher, but she knew how important mediation was to the process, even if she technically didn't know how to do it. She narrowed her eyes and found a path down that was suitable. If she managed to slip, she could slide down and land on a wide enough piece of earth that would give her enough room to stop herself from plummeting over the cliff and to her death.

Something in her told her that it wasn't a good idea, and that she should return to the Falcon and fix herself something to eat, and her grumbling stomach agreed. Chewie would once again ask if she made any progress, and the moment she said no, he would berate her and try to convince her of him talking to Luke instead. But she was insistent, she wanted to be the one to get through to him. Without Chewie's help. This was her mission. She was a little surprised Luke hadn't noticed that the Falcon was nearby. Jedis were supposed to sense these types of things, weren't they? He also wasn't at all concerned with how she was surviving on the island without his intervention, since this place was very new to Rey. A million questions swam through her head, but she realized she wouldn't get any answers today.

She picked up her staff that was sitting beside her and started her descent. The ground held a lot better than she expected, and she pushed away every suspected loose rock so that she wouldn't step there and lose her footing. She was able to face forward and walk at an angle, until at one point, her path has started to steepen dangerously, and she wondered why she hadn't noticed this change of terrain from up top. She was forced to lay on her stomach and flatten herself against the rocky hillside. Immediately she started to feel less confident and her heart pounded against her chest.

Without thinking she let go of her staff and it rolled before skipping over a rock and landed with a loud clang on the ground below. Holding onto the staff would only have increased her chances of slipping and not being able to grasp anything to slow her fall. She refused to look over her shoulder to see how much distance was left before she reached the bottom, only because she had always been somewhat fearful of heights.

Maybe she should've listened to that voice in her head telling her to go back, that this wasn't safe. She looked upwards, hoping to find Luke there offering his assistance. But it was futile, she was on her own, and she had to make her way down on her own. Closing her eyes and searching for that feeling inside that's always been there, that's always seemed to heighten her instincts and sharpen her mind, she laid her legs flat and grasped the dirt and rock with her hands. She began to slide slowly, feeling pain in her knees and legs. Her teeth gritted together, and she could feel a nail crack as she clung to the earth. Suddenly and without warning she could feel her legs dangle as she came to a sharp end to her descent. She gasped and reached her arms out trying to find something to hold onto, but it was too late and she was falling. Her mind blanked and panic rose in her chest, but it was only a fraction of a second before she had thudded onto the ground.

Her dilated eyes stared up at the bluish gray cloudy sky. She then sat up in an instant, her chest heaving from her scare. The terrible and deadly fall she had made was less than eight feet, and her eyes found her staff laying idly next to her. "Maker," She breathed out, feeling silly and embarrassed beyond words. How was she supposed to become a Jedi when she couldn't even climb down a hill without fearing for her life and tearing up her legs in the process? She hissed as she touched one of the scratches on her knee which had begun to bleed. If only Luke could see her now, she was sure he would laugh.

After a moment of self-doubt, she stood up on her wobbly legs. With a groan from the pain of impact, she picked up her staff and stepped near to the edge, mildly curious. Straight down was nothing but fierce waves and sharp rocks. Her anxiety was still present, but she ignored it as she made her way towards the alcove she had spied from above. It wasn't hard to get to. There was a winding path leading down to it that stayed closed to the steep rock on her right side. She let her fingers trail over it as she ventured down.

Grass began to appear once again, starting out in small patches before covering the ground entirely, then it surprised her as it abruptly retreated into sand. The alcove itself was farther down then it had looked, close enough to the water that Rey could reach out and feel it on her fingers. It was enclosed by a rocky wall on the right side so she was able to enter it on the left. The ground looked smooth and was scorched in the middle, as if it has been a camp once, maybe not too long ago. Once she entered, she felt warmth return to her fingers and toes. The sun shone in brightly through the front through a clearing in the clouds, beaming down onto her face pleasantly. She couldn't feel the wind now, though every now and then there was a ghostly breeze that tickled over her skin. She put her staff up against the right-side wall and veered out across the ocean. What was odd is that the sound of it didn't seem to reach her ears. The crashing of the waves seized; the howling of the wind dissipated to nothing. It was almost as if she was gazing out through the window of a ship stagnant in space.

She furrowed her eyebrows and began to wonder why she had insisted on coming here in the first place. There were many other places she could've sat in peace. There was a perch on the highest point of the island, where the wind howled but it was warm and at night the stars were bright and the moon glowed so beautifully. Even in the Falcon itself there was a spot that Rey retreated to in times of stress. Especially when the engines were roaring with life, she felt relaxed, listening to the hums and vibrations of the ship. What had made her come to this spot? She couldn't think of why, so instead decided to sit on the smooth floor of the alcove to rest.

At once she felt drowsy, as if she had just dived into a pool of warm water. The feeling was odd but nice. She smiled lazily, and the scrapes and scratches from her clumsy way down the hill no longer hurt or bothered her. Her tense and sore muscles relaxed and a soft moan of relief escaped her lips. What is this place? She thought as she laid back against the hard rock and let every one of the new sensations consume her. Her eyes fluttered, but she fought to keep them open. Something wasn't right, or was nothing wrong?

Her mind began to shut down, and she began to wander into dreams before she was even aware of it. Grass, tall and green. A lake that shimmered like diamonds. A sky cloudless and blue. Beautiful villas, full of happy and smiling people. The sun drying her wet skin. Flowers, fragrant and sweet. A voice, deep but soft, whispering to her. For what felt like hours these images kept appearing in her mind. Nothing too tangible to grasp onto, it was like flipping through a book of pictures. But these pictures elicited complicated and strong emotions of happiness, of love, of everything Rey had only wished to feel from her many years back home on Jakku. She clung to them with everything she had.

"Wake up!"

Rey gasped as her eyes sprang open. She shot up in an instant and found herself looking at Luke. He was standing at the entrance of the alcove, his hands clasped in front of him, his hood drawn. Her mind was torn from her dream, but she still could still smell the flowers, she could still feel the bliss. Once all of that faded, she looked at him with wide eyes. "What's happening?" She asked, feeling confused and dazed by the situation. He didn't reply right away, but looked down at her. She at once assumed that he was angry, and that maybe he would shout and tell her that she had overstayed her welcome. But his expression softened and he leaned against one of the rocky pillars that made up the entrance.

"You were led here, weren't you?" His question didn't make sense to her. No one led her, she came on her own. But then she remembered her previous thoughts, wondering why she came here, asking herself what made her decide to make the stumbling descent to this place?

"I don't know," She replied honestly, standing to meet his gaze. He removed his hood and let out a heavy sigh. He looked away from her towards the sea, his eyes unreadable but full of thought.

"We will start tomorrow. Early." His words were final as he moved past her down towards the sandy and sparse shore. Rey's mouth fell open in amazement, but she didn't pause any longer as she began to follow him back to the small cluster of huts that she now called home.

There's chapter one, not a lot going on yet, just a little mystery with Rey's dream and the secret alcove she found. P.S. I'm going to try and update twice a week, haven't had a lot of interest in this story so far because of the lack of chapters I'm assuming, so reviews definitely help with the inspiration to update! Thanks for reading.