Chapter 2

"I know who you are," Luke Skywalker said in a monotone, certain tone. He had felt her more than seen her, felt the force that rippled within her the way it had to with all Jedi. He remembered the strength of the force within her from when she had been a young child. The signs had been there with her even before they had shown with Ben. All of them had mainly focused on him, no one quite concerned with the thought of the possibility of the force residing within a female. When Ben had been mostly focused on himself, he had overlooked what was happening right underneath his nose, and Luke knew that that was probably the only reason why they had managed to get her away to safety and why his niece was still alive and relatively well, or so he thought he could see.

Rey's forehead crinkled together in a frown as she let the words sink in. She wondered how anyone would know her, for she was but a scrapper, and a poor one at that as well, on Jakku - one of many. It was she who knew him from stories and legends and myths that had proven to be true, unless she was not currently standing before the son of Darth Vader, the one who had slain the evil himself and pushed it back down, at least until the First Order came.

Luke's analysis of her expression proved to be accurate. "I don't doubt that you have heard all the stories about me and how much of a hero I am supposed to be. I don't doubt you have high expectations." The old man shook his head. How the stories had been blown up and how they portrayed him as a hero while he had only done what he had to do at the time. "It may have belonged to me once upon a time, before the First Order gained he who calls himself Kylo Ren now, and with it incredulous power, but it is ludicrous that you would extend that light saber to me when your commandment of the force is that strong - stronger than it ever was with me. I will admit not to have expected to ever see it in a female, but if it could be, it would be in Leia's daughter."

The girl shook her head at the incredulousness of the words spoken to her, and the light saber faltered in her hand and lowered as she seemed to grasp what had just been said. "Leia's daughter?" she repeated.

Luke Skywalker cast his gaze before raising it back up to her. She didn't know who she was. "What is your name, you say?" he asked.

"Rey. R-E-Y," she spelled.

A small smile came across thin lips. He hadn't allowed himself this pleasure since leaving his sister behind with the resistance after what he saw as the biggest failure on his part: not being able to keep his nephew away from the pull of the dark and keeping him in the light. He knew that Leia nor Han would ever blame him, but he blamed himself enough for all of them together. It was strange how just feeling the strength of the force within her, even from across several feet in-between them, could create small space for feelings of hope. He never could have expected Jaina to turn into this. "Your name is not Rey," he spoke. "Your name is Jaina Solo."

Before Rey could respond, Chewbacca's particular type of speech resounded, along with the beeping of BB-8 and both of them turned to look at the source of the sound. Before either of them could say or do anything, the Whookiee ran forward and basically threw himself on Luke, who barely managed to stay upright as he was forced into a bone-crushing hug. Despite the fact that he was incredibly trustworthy and usually kept his promises, his loyalty dared to trick him into breaking them if for one second he believed someone was in danger. His fear that something would have happened to Rey had won from his promise to let her do this on her own.

Before long, Chewie decided that he had endangered Luke's life enough with his hug and stepped back, began to point and grunt in a way that the Jedi seemed to understand. He cast his gaze on Rey. "Han Solo is gone?" he asked for confirmation from her despite the fact that Chewbacca's desperate whining and nodding spoke volumes. The old man's expression looked shocked and pained, his face fallen. He slowly lowered himself on the dry rock underneath him and sat staring at the dust waving away by the soft breeze of wind.

Rey nodded slowly as she calmly walked up to him and sat beside him. "Yes. He was killed by Kylo Ren as he tried to convince him to come back to the light. The First Order is gaining more and more force, becoming more and more destructive. Very soon, there will be nothing left if we don't do anything. The General ensured to me that your help was needed, so I am here to ask you to come back with me and help us fight this evil. We can't do it on our own."

Luke's eyes flicked to Chewie's face and back to his niece's as the Whookiee gave a grunt that sounded like a cheer of agreement. "It is not as simple as all that," he spoke. "If it had been as simple, your parents wouldn't have had to send you away and you would know who you are. You would have lead an entirely different life."

"Hold on. You knew my parents?"

"Yes," Luke Skywalker confirmed. "I knew them, knew you. I also knew your brother before he was hauled in by the First Order and he began to wear that mask and call himself Kylo Ren."

Rey felt blood rush in her eardrums at those words. "What?"