The FIRST ORDER reigns. Having Decimated the peaceful Republic, Supreme Leader Snoke and the young Kylo Ren, prepare to unleash their legions upon the galaxy.

Only General Leia Organa's band of RESISTANCE fighters stand against the rising tyranny, certain that Jedi Master Luke Skywalker will return and restore a spark of hope to the fight. But the Resistance has been exposed.

As the FIRST ORDER struggles to regroup, the young Rey begins to discover her destiny...

The wind whipped about her as she trailed behind Master Skywalker up the steep cliff, wrapping her cloak around her body as the mist in the air from the sea spray below clung to her skin, running down her face in little droplets to the tip of her nose, dripping from her chin.

The island was beautiful, in its simplistic and forgotten way. It was the polar opposite of Jakku, all sand and heat. She had thought she'd seen all the green in the galaxy on Takodana. Had it only been a few weeks? The grass was such a dark green, she couldn't have imagined, and the flowers! Idly, she wondered if she appreciated such colours more being from such a planet as she. Were there other planets like this out there in the galaxy? If there were, she hoped she'd be able to visit them someday.

She sniffed her cold nose, likely bright red by now. She paused for a moment, taking her eyes off of Skywalker for just a moment to look down at her feet – the small jagged stones had caused her to trip more than once from their hiding places among the grass. It wasn't the first time she'd paused in such a way though – at first, she'd thought it because she was becoming winded, but that didn't make any sense. She clambered, though not always gracefully through the hulls of Star Destroyers on an almost daily basis back on Jakku! So what was it?

She knelt, slowly but didn't allow her knees to rest on the damp soil. Master Skywalker was continuing his march onward and upward, she'd catch up. There it was again, that feeling she'd been getting ever since touching that blasted lightsaber. It was a gentle thing, coming on the wind. Like someone was whispering in her ear ever so softly. She looked over her left shoulder, pulling the left of her hood back ever so slightly out of her vision. Nothing was there.

At least, nothing was immediately there. On a cliff, just a little way over was some fog – not an uncommon sight, though it still gave her a bit of child-like glee when she saw it. The closest thing on Jakku were Sandstorms, and they were not pleasant – even worse to clean out afterwards. The fog dissipated a little, disturbed by the wind whipping about the cliffs. Sound seemed to disappear for a moment. She could feel the rain on her skin, taste it on her lips, but she couldn't hear the crash of the waves below, or the great booms of the large sea-serpents slapping their tails angrily amongst the surf as they hunted. Her breath was heavy, misting before her eyes as she squinted, trying to work out just what, if anything she was seeing.

A tree, rising out of the fog in the crevasses between the rocks.

That was odd, she hadn't seen any trees on the island when they'd circled it in the Falcon, and the soil seemed far too thin for anything to grow like on Takodana – those trees seemed to bury themselves in the soil like Unkar liked to bury himself in credits. There it was again, the voice whispering on the wind. She rose slowly, leaning on her staff for a moment and glanced between the tree and the retreating form of Master Skywalker. As she began to look back at the tree, a figure caught the corner of her eye, walking toward the tree. Alas, as she looked properly, it was a shadow dancing on a rock as a group of clouds passed overhead.

What was it about that tree that was so interesting though? With a slight grimace and a bit of a frown, she set off towards it – a little slower than she'd been following Master Skywalker. After all, the tree wasn't going anywhere and she was in no hurry.

After clambering along the cliff to this reclusive tree, having only slipped with her footing the once – the kriffing stone was looser than it looked, she realised she'd barely taken her eyes off of it, but the whisper on the wind had been there with her the entire time, saying something just on the edge of hearing. Discovery of the tree meant discovery of the little grotto it seemed to be in, protected on all sides but the one she'd approached by the tall rock formations of the island and the mist was everywhere. Any other time and she'd be marvelling at the water vapor, how it clung to her clothes, making them cling to her tightly – how it made the stone so wet, she might catch her reflection in the droplets, which fed into tiny little streams, which in turn fed a small body of water as clear as a Jakku night sky.

She pulled the hood of her grey poncho back from her head, not even feeling it catch one of her buns on the back of her head. She flicked her eyes downward for just a moment, worried she'd lose sight of the tree if her eyes wandered for too long. There were steps. Primitive in their stone work, and seemingly carved out of the cliff itself, with small patches of grass and the yellows and greens of the moss that clung to the rocky surface. Her eyes darted back up. The tree was still there, good.

Her trance like walk brought her to the base of the tree, its bare, twisted branches forking up into the sky almost like a claw. Each branch must be at least twice as thick as her, she realised with the trunk even thicker still. The bark was dark and cracked, flowing from the trunk to the very tips of the branches. The whispering continued.

There was a hole in the tree. It was black, deep as night and so inviting. Her legs pulled her forward before she could think twice. One step, two steps – she was in, and suddenly, it was quiet. It wasn't that dark in reality. The bark flowed forwards, guiding her in further and little shafts of light broke through, illuminating the passage way. Just how thick was this tree? The passage was at least a few meters long and seemed to open into a small circular chamber.

After a moment, she realised she could hear the crinkling of the dried leaves beneath her feet and the whispering was gone. She was alone again. Despite the pull of something that brought her here, she couldn't help but feel like a trespasser, an intruder into such a quiet sanctum. At the end of the passage, and against the far wall of the little chamber a shaft of light shone brightly on what appeared to be a small altar with what looked like… books?! She gasped in wonder, having only ever experienced on occasion the most basic of datapads. While a datapad was considered an extravagance by her standards, she was aware they were common pieces of technology, but books were considered an extravagance only the most wealthy could afford.

Approaching the altar, she gently waved the dust from her face as it tickled her damp nose, her breath in her throat. She reached out slowly, a fingertip just a hairs breath from the spine of the centre most book.

"Who are you?" Master Skywalker's quiet question made her jump. She turned around, her heart hammering in her chest and her breath panting as she let the tension out from her shoulders. He stood there in the entranceway to the tree, the silhouette of him blocking out the light.

"I know this place." She whispered, her eyes glancing around the tree.

"Built a thousand generations ago," Skywalker said gently, running a calloused hand of the bark reverently as he walked into the chamber, "to keep these; the original Jedi texts." He finished, picking one of the volumes up. He opened it slowly, reverently running his gloved right hand along the first of the worn pages.

"Just like me, they're the last of the Jedi religion." He spun after a moment, his hand still placed on the page. He frowned, his dark, peppered hair swinging about his shoulders and his dark grey beard hiding his mouth as he added, "You've seen this place. You've seen this island."

Her eyes were still glancing around the room they were in, large saucers on her face. Her lips parted in wonder. "Only in dreams." Her voice still a whisper.

"Who are you?" The aged Jedi Master asked, lowering his arm to his side.

"The Resistance sent me." She answered, turning her back to the man as she gently touched the bark of the chamber.

"They sent you. What's special about you?" He asked again, approaching her. She paused, her brow creased slightly as he added, "Where are you from?"

"Nowhere." She answered quickly, her eye catching the start of another passage, a smaller one running off of the main one. She would have missed it, if it weren't for wanting to avoid answering that blasted question.

"Nobody's from nowhere," Skywalker began, his voice disbelieving.

"Jakku." She interrupted, turning her head once more to look at him. His eyes had become focused, intense. She realised after a moment that they were a startling shade of blue.

"Alright, that is pretty much nowhere." Skywalker admitted, nodding his head gently. She had to briefly fight the undignified snort that threatened to sneak out of her. "Why are you here, Rey from nowhere?"

She paused. What did he mean by that? Why was she on this island? She'd already explained that to him days ago. The Resistance had sent her just before they'd launched into Hyperspace as they fled before the First Order could scramble to retaliate from the destruction of Starkiller base. Why was she in this tree? She had no good answer for that either. What could she say, that whispers on the wind had led her here? Yeah right. "The Resistance sent me. We need your help, the First Order's become unstop-"

"Why are you here?" He demanded, his eyes narrowing as he took two steps forward.

Stang.

She took a breath that in that moment, felt far too shallow. Her eyes felt moist, and not from the rain outside, or the dust in the tree. She felt vulnerable before the question. Her lips trembled as she tried to compose herself. She glanced at Skywalker and all of a sudden felt unable to hold that gaze. "Something," She began, pausing as she tried how best to describe what caused her to feel such exhilaration and joy, but such unimaginable fear at the same time, "inside me has always been there. But now it's awake… And I'm afraid." She admitted, lifting her eyes to meet that of the legendary figure before her. "I don't know what it is, or what to do with it, and I need help."

"You need a teacher." Skywalker sighed, suddenly losing his intense gaze and looking for the first time… tired. "I can't teach you." He muttered, beginning to turn back to the books.

"Why n- Ah!" She began, before gasping in pain. It felt as if a knife was being plunged into her temples. She gasped, doubling over as her eyes clamped shut, the pain not letting up. She gripped her head with her left hand, reaching out with her right to steady herself against the wood when suddenly there was nothing there – the passage!

Before she knew it, she was on her face among the dried out leaves and soil, but the intense pain was gone. It was so sudden, for a moment she thought she'd imagined the whole thing, if not for Skywalker rushing to her side, kneeling and asking her something she couldn't hear. Her eyes swept the darkness before her, and by his own wandering gaze, it seemed this was a first time seeing this passage for himself also.

The whispering returned, louder and clearer than ever. She shrugged off Skywalker and stood, absently brushing the dirt off of her tunic and her knees. Without thinking, she began walking further into the passage, Skywalker attempting to keep up with her determined stride.

Absently, she noted that after the initial few steps, the wooden passage turned into a stone passage. The sharp angles of the rock jutting out and arcing over her head somewhere above her. The whispering stopped suddenly and the sound of Skywalker's muttering and her own breathing were the only sounds.

"Remarkable," Skywalker breathed, his eyes sweeping around the illuminated passage. The moss and lichen that had attached themselves to the stone were emitting their own soft cyan light, casting everything in a calming blue. "The ancient Jedi carved these."

That caught her attention. Turning her head behind her, she caught Skywalker gaping at some carved runes in the Stone. They were simple, but elegant – a mixture of what looked like Aurebesh and images. "What do they say?" She asked, her voice soft.

"I can make out what's left of the Aurebesh, but the images are a little odd. This one in particular. It just looks like a helmet." He answered, pointing a finger at a particular image. It was the one that had caught her eye first. In a way, it reminded her of the First Order trooper helmets she'd seen on Starkiller base. Except, the only detail on this angular carving was a single slit of a visor running left to right. "All the Aurebesh says is; 'He is here'."

"He? Who's 'He'?" She asked, more to herself than anything. She looked further down the passage again. She felt that tug once more. The one that brought her to the tree – to the carving. "I think we should keep going." She suggested, gently placing her hand on Skywalker's shoulder.

"What makes you so sure? What was that back there? Are you alright?" Skywalker asked, his eyes more alive than ever. He stepped before her, gently gripping her chin and turning her head to check for any injury. "That was the Force you felt, but nothing like what I've seen before."

"It's telling me to keep going. It's gentler now, softer but it's still there." She replied, giving the best answer she could. Her eyes wouldn't be torn from the end of the passage though – something was down there, and it wanted her.

"I'll follow your lead, but the first sign of trouble and we're leaving – deal?" Skywalker muttered, stepping aside and holding a hand out, signalling for her to take the lead. She nodded absently.

Down and down they went, the ever present glow of what little life eked out its existence down here. They must be three hundred meters into the mountain, twisting and turning deeper into its depths – she thought she could distantly hear the crashing of the sea above her. They turned one more, only to find something that by all rights and laws of the Universe, shouldn't have been there.

A door.

This wasn't just any door, but a door that spat in the face of what this island had led her to believe. While the island appeared primitive, and the prior Jedi presence supported such an assumption, this door was decidedly high-tech in comparison – not too dissimilar in apparent standard to those she'd seen at Starkiller Base. While those were dark and militaristic, this one was light, earthy in colour with little blue lights highlighting the surface. Before they could say anything, it's sensors must have picked up their presence because it flew up into the stone above them. Only the frame remained to ever hint at something having previously been there.

The two stepped though, onto a decidedly Durasteel platform that after a moment lowered them into a chamber.

The chamber was filled with all sorts – there was barely room to move! A stand off to her right held a combination of armour and robes, decidedly Jedi in style if Skywalker's gasp were anything to go by.

"I-" Skywalker began, struggling to find the words, "I can't believe it. I spent years looking for lost Jedi artefacts, and all these years this island has been hiding all of this?" He swept his arm before him, indicating the rows upon rows of crates, datapads and what appeared to be databanks.

Rey had to admit it, she was in equal awe of the chamber. The Jedi were usually mentioned in stories, in times that seemed so long ago – but now she was stood in a chamber full of their artefacts. A part of her mind wondered at how many rations all of this would have been worth on Jakku.

"What are those pipes?" She asked, her eyes drawn to the huge tubes that ran over her head and down to something on the other side of the room.

"Likely to keep the water out, I would think." Skywalker replied, already inspecting the robes and armour. The armour was dark and appeared to make up a pair of forearm gauntlets, boots and greaves while a tunic made up the rest. The tunic was dark also, and seemed to be made of a fine, durable material. As she stepped up to Skywalker though, she noticed there was armour plates woven into the fabric and long, wide strips fell from the waist down to the mannequin's calves.

"Is this what a Jedi would wear?" She asked, reaching a hand out to feel the rich fabric. It felt almost like one of Leia's Shimmersilk gowns – like the one she'd been wearing on the Raddus when she'd seen the Falcon off.

"I've never seen robes like it. I read that most Jedi would often wear plain, unassuming tan robes – some Jedi did wear some pieces of armour in the Clone Wars though." The aged Master replied, stepping to the small table next to it. "This must be what the carving was showing." He breathed, lifting something up she couldn't see.

As she stepped around the man, she gasped. In his hands was the helmet in the carving. It was menacing in appearance. A black helmet with red accents around a single slit of a visor. If the way Skywalker was holding it was any indication, it was also heavy. As she tore her eyes from the menacing helm, her eyes caught some very familiar metallic cylinders.

"Lightsabers," she breathed as she gently picked one up and thumbed the activation stud. A brilliant cyan blade sprung to life with a resounding snap-hiss that echoed in the chamber. All these generations and it still worked! It was beautiful, humming gracefully as she waved it left to right.

"Well made lightsabers as well, if the hilts are anything to go by. Whoever made these was skilled." Skywalker agreed, having placed the helmet down gently. The cyan light of the blade in Rey's hand did little to hide the childlike glee and wonder on the face of the man beside her. She grinned at him as she de-activated the blade and put it down.

As the two moved further into the chamber, she realised that the pipes she'd noticed before were feeding into a number of machines, and some continued on through the rock as if they'd always belonged there. The whispering was back.

She approached the centre machine, steam rising from grates in the floor around it. As she approached, the whispering once more left with no warning. There was a small console with a single button on it before her, blinking gently in the chamber. Without thinking she pressed it, not knowing what to expect. All of a sudden, she let go of a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding – a pressure on her chest was gone and she felt lighter, freer than she had done since landing on the planet.

"What did you do?" Skywalker demanded as machines that had slept for a thousand generations suddenly spun up to do a task neither Jedi Master, nor young woman had any idea of.

"I-I don't know. I felt like I needed to press this button, like it was the most important thing at the time!" She replied, her eyes darting around the room as she heard the machines spin up. All of a sudden, the centre machine she'd spotted earlier began rising out of the ground, apparently having been semi-submerged in the stone. There was some Aurebesh on the side they were stood and what looked like a frosted transparasteel window. Skywalker and Rey rushed over to it.

"'Here lies Nasra Shan, Hero of Tython, Bane of Vitiate, Eternal Emperor of Zakuul. Prisoner of the Jedi'." Skywalker read aloud, his voice trailing into an aghast whisper as he looked around the room with a newfound knowledge. "What have you awoken?"

The hiss of a seal breaking silenced any panicked reply she could have thought up, her eyes glued to the front panel of the machine that was no longer frosted over, but so clouded by steam it didn't help to alleviate any of the panic that threatened to overcome her. The two of them stepped back as the panel lifted up and away from the rest of the machine.

A foot emerged from the steam, bare of any sort of protection. Another followed it and a deep groan of a human man left the cloud of steam before them. One step forward, two steps and suddenly Master Skywalker's lightsaber was in her hands, blade ignited and her pulse racing.

Before she realised it, the steam was gone and before her stood a man, not much older than she – perhaps a decade, maybe a little bit more. His thick, damp hair fell over his shoulders and his short, thick beard covered the lower half of his face. All over his body were scars and what looked like small burns, but his eyes were the most striking of all. His eyes were a dark blue, gazing at the two before him intently as he drew himself up to his full height. She could see strong, taught muscles that had been asleep for however long stretch and tense – that was when she realised, he was completely nude.

Stang.

"Oh, Kriff." The stranger muttered, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he fell forward, straight into Rey.

Quickly de-activating the blade, she caught the massive weight of the man before her with a wheeze as the air left her lungs.

"Great." She muttered, gently lowering to her knees, a stranger's head in her lap.

A/N: Okay, so I've been absent for a good few years and in that time, I haven't written a word! I'm currently in my final year at University studying to be a 3D Artist, and I've had this floating around in my head ever since I saw The Force Awakens. I may continue it, I may not, but I wrote this out as a bit of fun more than anything.

Enjoy it at your own pleasure, let me know in the reviews what you guys think and by all means C&C! I've not written for years and I feel it may be pretty obvious, so if anyone spots anything, let me know and I'll fix it up when I have the chance!