Rey landed the Millennium Falcon on an island on Ahch-To.
She
was not sure what she would find on the island. Would it really be Luke
Skywalker? The Jedi Master she once thought was just a myth?
She
left the old battered ship that she had somehow inherited from the late
Han Solo. Chewbacca and R2-D2, who had accompanied her, stayed behind.
She began the ascent up 600 slippery steps, steps that would lead her to her fate. What would she find?
Rey
was quite unsure whether she was ready to face Luke Skywalker. Suddenly
she felt it like a homing beacon. Something, no, someone was there, on
the peak of the island. She shivered in the cold wind that blew
constantly. Halfway up, she passed the remains of the very first Jedi
temple. This was where it had all begun. And perhaps it would begin here
for her too. As she touched the walls of the buildings, she heard
whispering voices, voices from the past that spoke to her. But she did
not have time to waste on the voices. She had to continue her ascent.
She
felt the weight of the lightsaber she was carrying in her satchel. It
had once belonged to Luke and before that to his father. She would give
it to him when he was on the peak, where she sensed vaguely a presence.
Finally
she reached the peak and saw the figure of a man standing on the edge
of the cliff, looking out over the churning sea. Slowly he turned around
and slowly he pushed back his hood, revealing his graying hair and
beard and his weather-beaten face. He looked at Rey with sad eyes.
It seemed as if all the misery of the galaxy weighed on his shoulders.
Rey
looked at him, searched in her satchel and took out the lightsaber.
With an outstretched arm, she presented the weapon to the man. But
nothing happened. Luke Skywalker did not react to her or to his old
lightsaber.
Rey wondered how long it would be before he spoke to her.
