In a sense it's kind of part two. I might continue my other story. I'll try to post two "chapters" a day.


Rey's POV:

Hecame into my mind again. Why? It bothered how much I thought of him, dreamt of him, almost as if I had feelings for him-no. I couldn't. I can't.

Luke was pacing in the hut. I was staring at fire he created not too long ago. I held my knees to my chest.

"Rey when you're a Jedi, some things may be difficult like dealing with loss or feeling a sense of danger."

I'm so sure we've had this discussion before.

"But Rey there will be a time in your life where you will to face threats and accept the destruction of them."

"What're you saying?"

"I'm saying...You have to execute Kylo Ren."

I stood up. "What?! No! I can't do that to him."

Luke's eyebrows furrowed.

"Rey you must! It's your destiny."

I shook my head. "No, I don't believe you. I can't."

Luke walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. "See this is exactly what I'm talking about. I know he's my nephew but under circumstances it must be done. Now you-"

I pushed his hand off. "No."

I just shook my head before running out. Why was I fighting Luke? Kylo should die. He's wronged so many, including me. Yet there's something about him that compels me to him.

I was in tears, running as far away from the little hut as possible.

I felt a surge of anger rush through me suddenly. It was the Force again. I didn't understand it. I tried my best to hide these random spurts of the Force from Luke. Could it be him?