Rey was sitting cross-legged on a high rock, patiently observing her Master as he demonstrated Form IV in its entirety. Luke couldn't teach her Form II, which had been considered archaic and not practiced even at the time when the Jedi Order had fallen. Form III required a level of control over the Force which neither of them had at the moment, so the only way how to progress her training was Form IV.

She was trying not to let her jaw drop, but it was rather difficult. Rey knew that Luke adapted half of this particular set of katas for his own battle form, but he left out so much, and she could see why.

With a double backward somersault and a wide sweep of his blade, he finished the set and straightened, his power swirling around him in abundance. She could feel it, the familiar presence filling the space between them and reaching for her as their connection buzzed in excitement. It called to Rey and part of her was answering, reaching back. That was the first time she could feel Luke in the Force when he wasn't asleep, and Rey was speechless. His presence was so vibrant, multi-colored, and amazing.

Then Luke took a deep breath, and the tendrils of his Force presence and power slammed back into him, tightly guarded once more and Rey felt their absence like a physical slap in her face. She took the feeling and pushed it into the corner of her mind, focusing more on a different thing which made her heart beat like a drum.

"That's… I can't learn that! Ever!" she cried, letting her panic overcome her rational thoughts. "I can't move like that!"

Luke's forehead was covered in sweat, his breathing was hard, but he grinned as he walked closer to her with light steps. She didn't understand how he could even stand after what she had just seen. Form IV was very forceful and acrobatic, very demanding – and all the handstands, climbing and running around the Island made much more sense.

"That's what everyone said and believe it or not, generations of Jedi Knights learned it without much difficulty."

"I'll break my neck."

"Rey…"

"No, honestly… What you did, it's… incredible… but I can tell you right now that no matter how hard I'll train, my body just won't be able to leap that high, or to flip so many times…" Rey had a hard time to sit still, but she was practicing patience, so she resisted the impulse to jump up.

Luke crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for her to snap out of her panic attack. Then he asked calmly, "What do you feel when you practice Form I?"

Rey tried to control her breathing and blushed, realizing that he might look serious, but his eyes were laughing merrily – at her silliness. "Well, I… feel the Force."

"Yes. What does it do?"

"It should be doing something?" Rey's voice rose slightly higher, and she felt the panic returning. After seeing what she just had, Rey felt inadequate, and no matter how loudly the rational part of her was telling her to listen to Luke and let him explain, she just kept panicking. "You never said it should be doing something to me!"

"Breathe with me." The corners of Luke's lips turned upwards, and he looked ready to burst out laughing, but remained calm and started to take deep breaths. Rey copied him, and after a minute, they were breathing together, in and out slowly.

"Form I has one primary purpose – to open you to the presence of the Force. Once that happens, it's always a part of you…"

Luke fell silent and turned around, his face becoming an expressionless mask, his eyes narrowing. Rey opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong when she felt it. Someone was watching them, and it sent shivers down her spine. It was the same feeling she had had several times during her training, but it was even stronger now.

They were not alone on the training platform.

Her hand strayed to her belt where the blue lightsaber was, and she saw from the corner of her eye as Luke did the same. Her previous panic was gone, and a quiet sense of resignation filled her. If they had been discovered, there was no point in panicking.

"Do you think it's the First Order?"

"I don't know. I… I can't feel who it is." Luke gave her a long look, his eyes shadowed by the old pain, the guilt, the shame at his own weaknesses which hadn't made an appearance in months. Rey hated it with passion as she tried to reach into the Force herself. They had been doing great, he was getting better; she knew he was. She was going to hack their attackers to bits for destroying that.

"Peace, young Skywalker, trouble I am not." The squeaky old voice sounded from behind Rey, and she jumped from her rock and managed to execute a perfect flip and land next to Luke, facing the enemy with her weapon activated… Only to be greeted by laughter that sounded as if someone was grinding rocks together and the sight of a small blue transparent creature in what appeared to be Jedi robes.

At first, the place where the visitor stood appeared empty to her senses, but as she probed her surrounding in the Force again, she got a faint trace of… something; whiteness and lightness of snowfall.

"Young Kenobi, you like a fish out of sea look," it said with another chuckle. It held a short cane and knocked with it on the rock. "What a pair, you younglings are!"

"Master Yoda," Luke whispered and hearing his voice hurt. Rey focused her eyes on him immediately, the legendary Jedi Master forgotten. She deactivated her lightsaber and stepped closer to Luke, not quite touching him, but enough for her to feel the heat of his body.

Luke had tears in his eyes, and his expression was like a mirror which had been shattered. "I thought I would never see you again…"

Rey caught him before he could fall and slowed their descent to the ground, not caring about the audience they had. She grabbed his good hand, and her other arm went around Luke's shoulders as he kept staring at Yoda.

She followed his eyes and glared at the apparition. "From what I heard, you should be dead."

"Spunky, much defiance I sense in you."

That didn't help in the slightest, and Rey's frown deepened to a fierce scowl. "I don't think we've met and only because Luke recognized you, I am not trying my best to slice you up, see-through or not."

"Oho, ho, ho!" Yoda tilted his head back and laughed and laughed. "Looks like the Force this time around right champion chose. You a good one are!"

"What are you talking about?"

"No one usually knows that," Luke answered and gripped her hand back like it was a lifeline. Perhaps it was. He remained kneeling, swallowing hard and blinking the tears back. "Master Yoda, please, forgive her. I didn't get around to explaining some things…"

"You much explaining did not do at all." Yoda floated down from the rock and walked to them. "The Dark Side clouded much, but your heart now lighter needs to be. For the fight, needed you still are."

"I know, and I am trying, Master…"

"How many times I say it must? Do or do not, there is no try."

So this was some sort of a ghost? While Rey was quickly putting two and two together, she did not appreciate the way Yoda was talking to Luke. He might have been the wisest Jedi Master in the recent history, a legend, but he was also dead, and he had died in exile after one of his students had turned on the Jedi and killed all the others. Yoda was the last to have the right to appear from the afterlife and preach about how they were doing in the recent fight against the Dark Side. From what Rey had understood, not that Luke had said a word against his teacher, Yoda had made peace with himself only close to his demise. He had no right to come and kick a man who was trying to get to his feet.

"Master Yoda, with all due respect, what are you doing here?"

"Respect much you for me do not have," he said and squinted at her. "Respect for your teacher you need. How you want to learn if you do not?"

Luke took in a sharp breath and glanced at Rey. His grip on Rey's hand hurt. "You are here to teach Rey?"

"In the ways of the Force, someone instructs her must."

Rey's jaw actually felt like it hit the floor and she spluttered. "I have a teacher! Why is everyone suddenly offering me that now, when I don't need it?"

"Young Skywalker the ways of the lightsaber teaches you, but enough is it? No. Form I you mastered. Form III you need to learn. Form IV my favorite is but for you, not practical. Form II well will serve you against the Dark Side." Yoda hit the ground with his cane every time he mentioned one of the Forms, and then he knocked his old student over the head. "Here, the problem is. Overcome your fear, guilt, and anger you must! Young Kenobi must learn and a teacher in tune with the Force that needs!"

Seeing Yoda was too much for Luke, Rey thought a moment before her fear was realized. They hadn't had enough time to deal with all that.

"I'm sorry I failed you, Master Yoda…" Luke's voice broke, and he bowed his head, staring at Yoda's feet. "I'm what is left of the Order, and now I fear… that… the legacy will die with me. I can't do it… I can't be the teacher Rey deserves… I failed you both."

"No!" Rey shouted and tugged at his hand, but Luke refused to look at her. Before she could voice what exactly she thought about that load of thala-siren manure, Yoda hit Luke over the head again, harder.

"Kenobi right is. Listen, young Skywalker." He put the handle of his cane under Luke's chin and used it to lift his head slowly. Then he patted him on the cheek in an uncharacteristically gentle gesture. "You good did. Listening you are? You good did. Us, we did not. Many mistakes the old Jedi did, blind we were. No more. You and young Kenobi here, you the future of the Jedi are. Make it strong and do better than we."

Rey was speechless as she observed the interaction between the old Jedi Master and her friend. Her heart broke at the raw emotions in the voice of the small creature, and she felt ashamed of her harsh judgment. Yoda had been where Luke was now, and the ancient Jedi hadn't had anyone to hold his hand, he had been alone, waiting on a desolate planet with only a sliver of hope to come. Thirty years later, all Yoda's hopes were dashed, the Light almost diminished, and he had apparently observed it all.

"In you both we trust. Even in the deepest Darkness a spark of Light spring can; forget that not. Now, you have to trust in you, too."

Rey slid closer and hugged Luke to keep him together with the sheer power of her will and affection. His shoulders were shaking, but he was trying to keep his composure.

"I still don't understand why exactly you appeared and why now. We've been on Ahch-To for some time." What Rey was actually asking was why Yoda hadn't come before. Luke needed to hear those words from his Master's mouth so badly, she could tell.

"To teach both of you, I came," he answered as if it should be obvious. "Young Skywalker never his training finished, and now when in contact with the Force he is again, it is possible to meet for us. When the Force he refused, he our contact severed. Only a small tendril when he not aware was, reach you could. Only you help him open to the Force could. Now, we work finally can. The last living Jedi you two may be but the only Jedi you are not."

Luke, who seemed utterly unsurprised by this, turned his head towards her, gazing at her with wide blue eyes and Rey swallowed at the swirling chaos of emotions in them. He hadn't looked at her like that before; as if she was the center of the universe, the answer to all the questions of life, his personal savior.

Yoda was basically saying that when Luke had cut himself from the Force, he had cut himself from Yoda's reach, from the help he could have had. Until recently, the only times when he had been in a small contact with the Force had been the moments when he had been asleep and hadn't been able to keep his powers in check. The Force bond, their sharing of dreams, had been possible only in those times. Until she had come to Ahch-To and Luke had started to train her, until this very afternoon when he had let out his power for the first time as he had been demonstrating Form IV.

"Beginning to understand, you do. Good, good. Awareness, important is!"

Yoda left them be and wandered a few steps away from them, poking his head into Rey's backpack in which they had brought their water canister and dried fish for a snack.

"Oh, Force, Rey…" Luke closed his eyes. Releasing her hand, he brought her to his chest and started crying silently. Rey hugged him tighter, wrapping both arms around him, and tried to lend him all of her strength. She focused on her breathing and her own heartbeat, tried to keep both calm and steady. Soon, they shared the same breath, her exhale was his inhale and vice versa.

"I have no words, Rey, I… can't…" he stammered when he calmed enough to speak. "To think that you are burdened with that, with my demons… that the purpose of your being here is to make a blind fool see…"

"That young Kenobi's purpose is not. Restoring Balance to the Force and keeping it her purpose is." Yoda corrected matter-of-factly. "You Skywalkers never see what in front of you is, eyes turned up and up, while what important on the ground is."

"What?" She wasn't sure who asked first, or louder, but both Rey and Luke turned to stare at the Jedi Master with shock. He chuckled and said, "Obi-Wan brighter was at your age. You too much time with the Skywalkers spend, young one. Bright much, you are not, eh?"

Cackling madly, he vanished from their sight.

Rey stared at the space where Yoda had been for a full minute before she turned to look at her friend. Luke had been watching her the whole time with a thoughtful frown on his face. Then his red-rimmed eyes smiled at her, his expression softening.

"Kenobi, how could I miss that?" he said and traced the line of her jaw with the fingers of his left hand before placing his palm against her cheek. "You even speak like Master Obi-Wan."

Rey shivered and closed her eyes. All of her attention had been focused on Luke and his pain, and she hadn't spared even one single thought to the fact that Yoda had called her a Kenobi, that he had said she was the Chosen One. Then her eyes filled with tears as the realization of Yoda's words hit her full force.

She had a name. Rey wasn't a nameless orphan any longer, a desert rat left all alone in the universe, a scavenger without a purpose, a life. Rey had a name, a legacy, friends and family and a destiny to fulfill – and what a destiny that was! She turned from a worthless, nameless no one into the person the fate of the whole galaxy depended upon.

"That's… Oh, Luke, that's unbelievable!" Rey buried her face between Luke's shoulder and neck and cried and then laughed and cried again. She was Rey Kenobi, and according to the spirit of a legendary Jedi Master, she was destined to bring Balance to the Force – and keep it this time. Rey wasn't sure which of those two things sounded more far-fetched; that she was a descendant of a Jedi Master long dead or that the Force itself had created her to be its tool? One option should contradict the other, shouldn't it? Yet Rey felt at least part of it was true – these last months had been slowly preparing her for that role. Before coming to Ahch-To, Rey might have been scared, terrified – but now?

"I think it makes perfect sense," he whispered and held her tighter, laughing and crying with her. "Although I don't know the exact mechanics of the how, I don't doubt it even for a moment, Rey – just look at us, how you saved me. The only thing I am worried about is that…"

As he fell silent, Rey managed to pull herself together and leaned back to see his face. She didn't like his expression at all. Luke's eyes darkened, and he was staring straight through her with a painful grimace and lips turned downward.

Now Rey felt that there was nothing to turn her from that path. Just watching as the light left Luke's eyes, imagining how her friends fought in a senseless war, how millions of people suffered because of the imbalance in the Force under the iron fist of the First Order… How could she ignore it, how could she even think about refusing to do what was needed? For her Master and all the Jedi who had sacrificed their lives for justice and peace, for Finn who had chosen what had been right, and Poe who never lost his courage even in the direst of circumstances, for General Organa who had lost everything to the Dark Side and still continued on.

"Luke, what are you worried about?"

He snapped his attention to her face, a haunted look in his eyes. "I'll fail you. Obi-Wan was the epitome of Light, and until his death, he believed that he had failed my father. How can I ever even think of being the teacher the Chosen One needs? Look at me, I'm just an old fool who is scared to access the Force, leave the island. How can I…"

As she gazed at him, she could clearly see it, the self-doubt in him, the fear of destroying everything around him, of turning to the Dark Side like his father and nephew had done. Rey refused to acknowledge – let alone break under – the pressure of expectations thrust upon her. She had the biggest, greatest motivation to be everything the universe expected her to be kneeling brokenly in front of her. Rey trusted in the Force – unlike Luke whose trust had been broken so many times. Yoda was right. Her Master needed to believe in himself, and her friend Luke needed Rey to show him that someone else already had.

"Remember what you said to me, the day Chewie flew away?" Rey put her hand on his cheek, mirroring his previous actions. She felt him give the faintest nod, his eyes boring into her with intensity. "I can't imagine walking this path without you. Did you see Yoda here with us just moments ago? The Force has connected us together. We are not alone, never will be as long as we have each other and the Light."

Rey hugged him next, resting her chin on his shoulder, and wished for the comforting warmth of his Force presence. However, their bond remained cold as his powers stayed hidden. It was enough, she told herself; being close to him in this way was enough, and she would need to remember not to be too greedy and impatient. She knew that Luke would recover all of his self-confidence now that they would hopefully get help from his old Master – with time.

"You humble me so, Rey," Luke said, pressing a featherlike kiss to her forehead in the sweetest manner. Then he leaned back and smiled gently, almost shyly as he looked into her eyes.

"I'll do as you wish, be there for you in any capacity you'll need me," he said. The first time, he had offered to walk with her, but now he had promised. At that moment, as she was getting lost in the blue of his eyes, Rey knew for certain that their lives were interwoven forever, and that they would walk the same paths without questions asked. She would follow him wherever he would lead, too.