STAR WARS: THE LAST JEDI

MASTER SKYWALKER

LUKE SKYWALKER.

Did that name mean anything? He wished he knew.

Stars glowed above. A fire roared boastfully beside Luke. Chewbacca sat across from it, staring into the flames with hollow eyes.

One year.

One year since Han's death. One year since her.

Another wasted.

Why am I here?

Acht-To.
A mystic world. Contrary to old records, it was believed that this was where the Jedi originated.

Luke sighed, raising his eyes to Chewbacca.
The Wookiee caught Luke's gaze. Chewie shrugged, growling warmly with his characteristic smile.

Skywalker turned back to dark ruminations.

The planet did have a connection to the Force different from others. Further, the temple here was an enigma within itself.

Ancient runes covered the walls and floors. They glowed with an esoteric power, thrumming through Luke's body like a deep percussion.
They were dark words- and although Luke arrived here nearly fifteen years ago, he still made little progress translating the foreboding texts cut into stone.

He thought that if he went here, he could discover the meaning of The Force- then, he would be able to stop it.
The Laughing One.

Luke's mind spiked, shattering his thoughts as he held himself from falling over. Chewbacca rose to his feet, howling in worried surprise.

Skywalker raised a quivering hand and offered the Wookiee a pained smile. He carried this affliction ever since that day.

The day Indüran Snoke betrayed him.

Luke ushered the Force to crawl over his body, penetrating mind and thoughts. It gradually eased Indüran's curse as Skywalker let out a relived sigh.

It was the day he lost Ben- the day he lost his Order.

Skywalker grimaced.
He felt the pain again- he saw the shock written on Ben's face as Jacen felled him.

They grew up as brothers.
He then saw Indüran.
He saw tears in Snoke's eyes as he cut down Luke's faithful apprentices.
Including Kylo there had been ten- ten children who were turned by Snoke's visions.

The visions that Luke knew.

The Laughing One's silhouette stood at the back of Luke's mind, emboldened by a shadowy field of flames.

It was this being that Snoke saw in his dreams- a creature that would spring from within Luke's own pupils. The Force revealed to Luke something similar- though he had kept these dark tidings to himself.

Luke knew that while visions could hold certain truths, ultimately it was what was in the present that dictated fate.

However, Snoke was consumed by fear.
Snoke knew what life was like under the Sith. He had been an Inquisitor- but more than that, his unique connection to the Force made him a valuable asset to Palpatine.

The Dark Lord eventually imprisoned Snoke, fearing his power. It wasn't until Palpatine's death that Snoke was freed from the Emperor's mystic prison- and that's when he sought out..

"Luke?"

Rey's voice broke across Luke's thoughts. He turned to see his apprentice. The moonlight gave her an almost ethereal grace.
Her thick brows were furrowed in confusion as long brown hair cascaded down slender shoulders.