Obi-Wan stood, gazing fondly down at his granddaughter. "I suppose I should start at the beginning; your story really began during the Clone Wars. Your husband's grandfather was my best friend, my brother, and my Padawan. His betrayal was personally devastating to me. What I had not known at the time was that, in secret, he had married Padme Amidalla, and she was pregnant with twins. Padme was an extraordinary woman. She saw the darkness in Anakin, and fought it as long as she could; but it had too strong a hold on him. On the day that Anakin came to confront me, they quarreled. He lost control of his temper and lashed out at her using the Force.
"By the time I had defeated him and found her, she had little strength left. I carried her back to her ship, and we left. I managed to get her to a medicalship, but by the time we arrived, she was too far gone. They were forced to induce labor in order to save the twins. Padme lived just long enough to name them. The loss of Anakin and Padme was difficult to take, but I knew I had a duty to the children. Leia, I took to the Organas on Dantooine. I knew that Queen Breha could not have children, and that they would care for her and keep her safe.
"Luke, I took to Tattooine; Anakin's only other living relative, his half-brother, who lived there as a moisture farmer with his wife. They also had not been blessed with children. I believed this would be the best place for him. I stayed nearby, to keep an eye on Luke, and to be sure he was safe." Obi-Wan sighed, his eyes distant.
"I was nearing forty when I met Rey. Yes, you were named after your grandmother. I thought she was the most beautiful creature in the galaxy. I had been on Tattooine for nearly three years, and I had grown lonely. She worked in a cantina that I frequented when I craved interaction or if I wanted news of Anakin. It was a dark night, and I had walked many long miles to reach town that day. I had not been in the mood to use my speeder; I felt a walk would clear my head. I walked into the cantina, ordered a drink, and there she was. Rey had taken over for the old bartender; apparently he'd broken up one too many drunken brawls and gotten a knife in the back for his trouble.
"At first, I avoided her, and spent more and more time in meditation. Eventually, however, this proved useless. I found myself watching her through the Force while I was meditating. There was this incredible sense of...gravity when I was near her; like I couldn't leave, even if I'd desired it. One evening, after Rey had finished her shift, she came and sat with me. 'I see you watching me,' She said. I flushed; isn't it odd how I can remember that so clearly? I flushed. She smiled, 'Why do you watch me? Why don't you just come over and say hello?' She cocked her head at me; she used to do that when she was curious, or waiting for me to answer her. I apologized to her for being rude, and told her that it was forbidden.
"She laughed at me. I had never heard such a beautiful sound. It was like I'd been deaf before she laughed at me; like someone had sucked the oxygen out of the room. I knew then that I was finished. She asked me why it was forbidden, and I looked away; 'You sound like one of those Jedi,' she had teased. In answer, I had simply gazed into her eyes, until hers grew wide. 'Show me,' was all that she said. I told her where she could find me, and on her next day off, she came to my home. I was astonished to see her. She looked...out of place, somehow in the desert. I let her watch me use the Force; simple things, like lifting stones or pushing something over; something I had not done since I had arrived on Tattooine. I had been so afraid of discovery that letting her see who I really was gave me such a rush that it felt like a drug.
"Rey was amazed at my abilities, and came to see me more often; eventually, I could no longer bear to see her walk away from me again. That night, I called the spirit of my former Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, and confessed everything to him. Rather than growing angry, as I had expected, he smiled at me; he had been watching everything, it seemed. He told me that if this was truly what I wanted, then to do it. There was no Jedi Council to argue with, and Master Yoda was far across the galaxy. There was no one to disapprove. The next day, when she came to see me, I asked her to be my wife; she accepted. I had never felt such joy. My former Master married us that evening. It was a beautiful ceremony; much like yours was, Rey. My wife had had the presence of mind to bring her belongings with her. She had quit the cantina and left, telling no one where she was going, and no one asked; eventually, everyone simply assumed that she had died.
"About ten months after the wedding, the baby came; a boy. We named him Qui-Gon, in honor of my Master. He brought such light and joy into our lives that I knew I had made the right choice. Whenever someone came to see us, I erased the memory of my family's presence from their minds. It made Rey a bit sad, I think, having to hide the way we did, but she understood why it was necessary. If anyone had discovered the existence of a Jedi and his descendant, Darth Vader, as Anakin was known then, would have swarmed the planet like a plague. One peaceful afternoon as we watched our son play, my former Master came to me. He told me that the child which would come from my son would have a great destiny; that child would redeem the most powerful Dark Jedi the galaxy had seen since Darth Vader. He also said that the child must be kept secret; if it was discovered, the child would be sought by that Dark Jedi, and killed. When my son was old enough, I told him of the prophecy. I remember him nodding sagely and agreeing without a second thought.
"Rey and I had been happily married for 12 years when tragedy struck. Our home was attacked by Tuscan Raiders. Anakin had slaughtered an entire village of theirs, including the women and children, so they hated and feared the Jedi. Therefore, when I engaged my light-saber and attacked, they grew furious and redoubled their attack. At long last, I killed the last of the Raiders, but at a great cost to myself. I still remember looking around for Rey, and having this horrible feeling in my chest; I knew before I found her that she was gone. The raiders had cut her nearly in two; my world crumpled. If it had not been for my son, I would not have been any use to anyone.
"Later that year, Qui-Gon began to show Force Potential, so I began to train him. Over the next five years, we spent every day perfecting his abilities until he was a Master in his own right. You remind me of your father, Rey; he learned as quickly as you. At the end of his training, I began to have the sense that my time was nearing; I told Qui-Gon that I would have to leave him soon. Even at 17, he showed great wisdom. He told me that he understood, and that I should go with Luke. I was astonished at how quickly he had understood. Just a few weeks later, the events began which now the entire galaxy knows. I left Tattooine with Luke on board the Falcon, and together, we rescued Luke's sister. I was not to survive the adventure, however; I allowed myself to be killed by Vader, and joined with the Force. The remainder of your story, I was forced to watch from a distance.
"Eventually, Qui-Gon met a woman; her name was Shandra. She was the picture of loveliness. I watched as they fell in love and were married. Within 3 years, you were born; it had been a difficult birth, and sadly, Shandra did not survive. Your father raised you alone for 7 years until his identity was discovered. Padme had discovered the prophecy, and knew that it concerned her brother, so she contrived to end you and your father. She sent her best Knights, and they nearly succeeded, but your father slew the last of them and the two of you ran together. Qui-Gon took you with him on a transport ship to Jakku, where he thought you would be safe until your destiny found you. Before he left, he wiped himself from your memory." Obi-Wan paused and gazed thoughtfully at Rey. "That is your story, my child. It's not a happy beginning, I'm afraid, but look at what you've made of it!"
Rey smiled and squeezed Ben's hand, "Thank you, Grandfather. I'm glad that you told me. I only wish that I could get my memories back."
Obi-Wan smiled cheekily, "Actually, I can give those back to you, if you'd like."
Rey sprung up off of the bed, exclaiming, "Of course I want my memories, Grandfather!"
Obi-Wan chuckled as he rose and placed his hands on either side of Rey's head. Memories Began to flood into her mind like the breaking of a dam. She sat on her father's shoulders, watching the double sunset of Tattooine, Rey watched as he lifted small stones with the Force for her amusement, her father stood beside her at the stove, teaching her to cook, she watched through a crack in the door as the men in black attacked her father, and he slayed every last one.
"What happened to him?"
Obi-Wan hung his head sadly, "Unfortunately, Qui-Gon was hunted down by Padme at last, and this time, he could not defeat the numbers she sent at him."
Rey nodded, "I knew, somehow."
Obi-Wan smiled at her, "Goodbye, my child. May the Force be with you." He faded away as Ben wrapped his arms around Rey's waist.