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"Concentrate," Luke repeats. "Ignore everything else."

Rey tries again. She closes her eyes and focuses on the small seeds warming in her palm. She thinks of a lush green forest, alien as it is to her. She remembers a freak rainstorm on Jakku. It was brief, over as quickly as it started, but the rain was cool and refreshing on her face. She takes all these thoughts and imagines pouring them over the little seeds like water. Then she notices a weak stirring in her palm. It's so weak she barely registers it. If she hadn't been trying, she wouldn't have felt it. But she does feel it and yelps in surprise.

"I did it!" She exclaims. "I felt them! They're...alive!"

Luke nods and smiles for the first time in a long time. "Good. Now plant them." He hands her a crude shovel. She takes it, almost reverently.

"I've never planted anything before," Rey confesses.

"Then let the seeds guide you, " he answers.

***

Rey kneels down in the cool grass, the sun not yet risen enough to burn away the morning dew. She pulls out the weeds growing around her little plants and piles them neatly next to her. What started off as four become eight, then sixteen, carefully arranged in a circle with space enough to meditate at the center. Whether this was by her own design or guided by the plants themselves, she isn't sure. She flexes her fingers in the moist dirt and closes her eyes. She can sense the tiny creatures stirring in the soil, like warm pinpricks in her mind.

The little lost girl from the desert becomes strong in her garden, growing like her plants, blossoming under Luke's care and guidance. Soon, she knows she must leave her garden and face Kylo Ren again. For now though, she trains and tends her garden and feels at home for the first time.

Oh, this was lovely.

I'd started something for this prompt but I was struggling and yours is so wonderful! I really love the comparison of Luke's spirit to a war drum. Beautiful story, thank you!

Oh this is gorgeous.

I love this *snuggles it*

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