She stood in the midst of the aftermath of a terrible battle, where Stormtroopers and Resistance Fighters lay, one atop another. It was nearly as though they had died brothers. Rain poured over her shoulders and into her robes as she stood, double-bladed saber-staff still glowing a bright, vivid violet. There was someone kneeling across from her; he was in terrible pain. She could feel his pain, rippling through her like liquefied metal. She could not see his face through the rain, but she knew it was him. She saw that he was kneeling in the mud, holding the body of what appeared to be a woman, and he was obviously sobbing. Somehow, she knew that they had done this; together. Of course they had; she had given them no choice, in the end. As she looked across at him, she could tell that he was sobbing; she felt her own tears streaming down her face in response. His pain was her pain, as it ever was. She fell to her knees as she disengaged her saber-staff. Wracking sobs ripped through her chest, and it felt as though his heart would be torn in two, between following her, the dead one, into the Force, and staying here with her, as she wished him to. Faintly over the storm, she heard him scream, "Why did it have to be her?" As his voice cracked with sorrow, she shook her head, having no answer to give him. As he looked down at the body in his lap, she reached through the Force to his mind, and thought, "I'm so sorry, Ben"...

Rey sat suddenly upright on her pallet, disoriented, with a ragged scream tearing through her chest. Where was she? It was sunny; but there had been such a storm. She heard movement beside her, and she glanced to see Master Luke watching her carefully. There was such sadness in his gaze, and she knew he had seen what she had dreamed.

"What was that," she choked?

"Something I have seen before, young Padawan," replied Luke.

"What do you mean," she began, but he was already shaking his head.

I will give you no answers today. You must find them for yourself, came his thought into her mind.

"Yes, Master," Rey replied. She stood, stretching out the kinks that inevitably came with sleeping on a hard stone floor. She had been on Ach-To for nearly six months, now. Her training had come quite far from her first few weeks on the island she shared with her Master, but somehow, she felt her time here was coming to a close.

As though he'd been monitoring her thoughts (which he probably was, Rey thought sardonically), Luke nodded. "Our time here grows short, young Padawan. I had wondered if you would not have this particular dream eventually. Now it seems that your fate begins to reveal itself, both to you, and to myself. Though your vision reveals more questions than it does answers," Master Luke finished, as though to himself. His pale blue eyes re-focused on Rey. "We must go to Yavin 4," he said, in a tone that brooked no argument.

Rey's brow crumpled in confusion, "Of course, Master, but why?" Luke's only response was to raise an eyebrow at her, and stand, shaking his head and chuckling. Rey felt instantly chastised, though her kindly Master had not done so verbally. "My apologies, Master. I'll go down to the Falcon and tell Chewie to make her ready for departure. Luke smiled at her as she rose to her feet and tossed her few belongings into the small pack that she had brought with her.

Some time later, Luke, Chewbacca, R-2 D-2, and Rey were on their way from Ach-To to Yavin 4. It was odd, having her Master on the ship she had inherited from Han Solo. She knew he must have memories on every inch of the vessel, but she did not mention it. She remembered that when she had first arrived on Ach-To, Luke had already seemed to know what had happened. He had glanced down at the light-saber she had held pleadingly out to him, and said quietly to himself, "I have been too long away."

As Rey returned to the lounge area of the Falcon from the cockpit, where she had been inputting the math for the jump to hyperspace, Luke turned to face her. "My own training began in this very room," he said with a small smile. "Master Obi-Wan was very wise not to tell me everything, as I have withheld information from you. I have something for you, Padawan." From within the folds of his robe, he took a large crystal that pulsed with the energy of the Force, which he held out to Rey. "This is a gift for you to craft your own light-saber. I found it years ago, and had contemplated using it myself for a new light-saber, but it just never felt right. I held on to it, though; I was never fully sure why. Now, though, I am certain that it was destined for you," he finished with a proud smile.

Master Luke was right; from the crystal, there came a quiet, pulsing call. It was quiet, but impossible to ignore, like a dripping faucet. Rey reached out a trembling hand and took the shimmering crystal. "Thank you, Master," she managed to say. Luke raised his cybernetic hand to forestall any more stammering thanks, and chuckled.

"Sit with me," he said, "and we shall begin crafting your first light-saber. Since we are missing many parts for the hilt, I think it would be a good idea for you to re-purpose your staff that you already have. It would make a fine saber-staff. Rey looked up sharply at the reminder of her vision. It had unsettled her more than she was willing to admit. Why would she ever feel any kind of sympathy for Kylo Ren? She was certain it had been he who was kneeling over the dead body in her vision. Sensing the direction her thoughts had taken, Luke cleared his throat gently. Rey's eyes shot back to Luke's, and she flushed in embarrassment.

"My apologies, Master."

"Shall we begin? The first step is for you to infuse your crystal with Force energy. This may take many days of meditation. After that, you must craft your hilt, and place your crystal, or in your case, all four of your crystals, in the hilt, each in their respective crystal chambers. Each light-saber says a great deal about it's maker. Are you ready to begin?" At Rey's curt nod, Luke continued; "Very well. Center and ground yourself. Feel the lower half of your body sink into the floor, and your head float towards the ceiling." As he finished speaking, he felt his Padawan join with the Force. Well, she'll be out-of-reach for a while, he thought. Might as well get some rest. Before Luke retired to his quarters, he laid out some food and water for Rey, remembering how famished he had been after creating his first light-saber.

A few days later, Luke came out from the cockpit, where he had been checking their progress to Yavin 4, to find that Rey had finished her meditation, and was well into the crafting of her hilt. He noted with pleasure and pride that she had decided to take his advice to make a saber-staff. He was surprised to see that her crystals had turned a startlingly vivid shade of violet. He nodded to himself; this spoke to the girl's wisdom. Good; she would do well, he thought.

With a few final clicks, Rey set her crystals into their respective chambers, and stood slowly, stretching out her numerous kinks. "Thank you for the food, Master. That was very kind of you."

"Not at all, Rey. I remember my first crafting. We are nearling Yavin 4. We should come our of hyperspace at any moment." Even as he spoke, they felt the ship drop into normal space. "See? What did I say?" Luke chuckled at himself. He and Rey hurried to the cockpit, where Chewie was already waiting for them. Rey wasted no time in bringing the Falcon in to land, and within 30 minutes, they were striding through the old, abandoned Rebel base of Yavin 4.

As they came to the briefing room, the crowds of Resistance Fighters began to part before them, staring, wide-eyed, as Luke Skywalker, stuff of legend, joined their ranks. They heard a stunned cry of "Luke!", which was all the warning they received before Leia rushed into her brother's arms. There was a great deal of noise and laughter (and no small number of tears) as the twins were finally reunited. To give them some privacy, Rey looked anxiously for her friends, Finn and Poe. Finally, she saw them leaning against a wall, watching her with unveiled amusement in their eyes.

"There's the galaxy's next Jedi!", shouted Poe. Rey flushed and rolled her eyes at him, laughing as she hugged first one, then the other. "Seriously, though. It's good to see you. You look great."

Suddenly, over the intercom, there came an announcement: Shuttles are approaching the planet. They are clearly marked as First Order vessels, and do not respond to our hails. Prepare for attack. Even as the announcement crackled off, Rey could hear the whine of engines entering the atmosphere. Reunions would have to wait, it seemed. As Rey began to run in the direction that most of the Resistance Fighters were moving, she stopped dead. She suddenly sensed something. A terrible presence that she had not felt since Starkiller Base was destroyed. As Stormtroopers filed into the base, she saw the unmistakable figure of Kylo Ren come stalking off of his shuttle, with a half-dozen of his Knights of Ren. He froze at the base of the boarding ramp, and looked directly at her. He cocked his head, as though surprised that she was here. She lit her saber-staff as he turned towards her with his Knights. So, here you are, she heard. At long last, little desert rat.