❝ Maybe through the power of persuasion, I can convince him to turn towards the light. ❞
❝ Maybe through the power of persuasion, I can convince her to rule the galaxy with me.❞
(Story takes off after TFA)
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{ Rey } location ; ahch-to
The gushing wind ruffles my hair, my eyes fluttering open. Instinctively clutching the lightsaber in my pocket, my gaze sets on the mountainous hills that surround me. Once again, I realise there is no sign of life as far as the eye can see, letting my guard down by loosening my grip on the lightsaber.
I'm still surprised I found the isolated planet of Ahch-To in the depths of the galaxy. Leia told me her brother would be the solution to all of this — That he would be the spark that ignites the fire that will save The Resistance.
But Luke Skywalker's pessimism hardly brought comfort. Our first encounter, which was a few hours ago, wasn't exactly brilliant. Once I spoke to him about my request, Luke grunted under his breath and ordered me to leave. He rushed inside his hut, slamming the door in my face.
Hours have passed since then, though there is still a glimmer of hope inside me. The consistent breeze which runs through the island sends a shiver down my spine, the sound of waves crashing keeping me alert.
I hoped Luke would take the lightsaber. But instead, he tossed it as if it were some foolish childhood toy.
My thoughts are suddenly disrupted when Luke exits his rocky hut, making me sit up. His hood covers part of his face, shadows hiding half of his visage. Standing a few feet away from him, feeling the weight of the lightsaber in my pocket.
"You're still here? I told you to go away," Luke grunts, shoving his hands into his coat pockets.
Despite the legend, I can sense Luke Skywalker's bravery is wearing thin. Since my arrival to Ahch-To on the Millennium Falcon, I immediately sensed his lack of determination and air of defeat.
"You know I'm not leaving without you," I argue. The existence of The Resistance relies on me bringing Luke to the main ship, meaning I have no choice but to persuade him.
The First Order has cornered us, leaving us begging for mercy with our backs to the wall. Luke Skywalker is our only hope for peace to reign the galaxy, but it seems as if peace were the least of his problems. Luke exhales as if he were an impatient parent after hearing their child say something foolish.
"Nothing will make me change my mind, Rey," Luke insists, crossing his arms.
"But why? I don't understand," I protest, determination washing over me. Chunks of stone crunch at my feet as I approach the man who I once considered an idol.
Luke Skywalker — The legend of the entire galaxy. The man whose strength was so powerful he destroyed Darth Vader; the most hated man in the galaxy.
"There is no hope for the galaxy anymore. The Jedi ways need to end," Luke says, his words bringing fear to my core. His expression shows nothing but misery, as if all hope had been obliterated from within.
