The Last Jedi (Prologue)
A/N: Hey guys! So like 80% of my fellow Star Wars fans, I was really unhappy with the way The Last Jedi was written, and so I (of course) decided to rewrite it myself. I’m also transitioning from a Hamilton blog to a Hamilton AND Star Wars blog (oh boy) so keep an eye out for some Star Wars fics (: P.S. this first part is really short lol, but intros tend to be
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PROLOGUE: REY
Rey’s arm was beginning to cramp. In front of her was Luke Skywalker, staring in awe at the young girl holding his lightsaber. Her face cried desperation, yet behind her eyes, he saw something familiar: waning hope.
Finally, Luke reached over and gently took the lightsaber from Rey’s hand, turning it over in his own as if he could not believe it was real.
“Where did you find this?”
“Maz Kanata had it. She gave it to me.”
“Who are you?”
“Rey. I’m with the Resistance. We need your help --”
“It’s my nephew, isn’t it.” Rey said nothing, but her eyes told him the truth. The jedi turned around, looking out at the waves crashing against the cliffs of Ahch-To. He did not speak for a few moments, his hair whipping in the wind, Rey standing solemnly behind him.
“Please,” she said softly. “You’re our only hope.”
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.
Luke turned around suddenly. “Did Leia send you?”
“Yes.” The old man took in a deep breath, stealing one last glance at the ocean before turning to face Rey.
“Where’s your ship?”
