Luke watched as the Falcon shot off into the night sky of Ach-too. The rain had halted as he watched with remorse, knowing he had failed his daughter. He had failed Leia, he had failed into keeping his own daughter out of danger as he had promised Mara. His heart acted with the sorrow, knowing he'd have no time to tell them his regrets. No time to say, "I'm sorry," he whispered, barely audible under his breath.

Luke walked across the meadow, beneath the stars and glowing moon. The grass had been completely soddened by the recent downpour of rain. And his Jedi ceremonial robes were getting wet, so to be filthy with mud. 

The caretakers would hate that he had ruined such a fine fabric. They were there to help him as they did for other generations of Jedi. They would have disapproving looks if he had been careless or performed some task haphazardly. It couldn't help that it took more than a soggy field to stop a Jedi rite whose time had finally arrived. Anyway, the caretakers would be angrier about another thing. 

Luke activated the wood torch, igniting a hissing crackling fire that guttered in the night. Ahead of him was the ancient untei tree that held the Jedi texts. Somehow the old binder books had survived long before he had ever been to Ach-too. He hadn't heard from CB-34 in a while that night.

CB-34 was a droid he had found on his search for old Jedi remains. The old lightsaber making droid had found Luke within seconds of his reach to the leftovers of the artifacts. CB-34's old logic, smart-talking suited well to help him train a future generation of Jedi. He had helped Luke find the rare Kyber crystals on planets like: Raada, Ilum, Lothal, and Jedha. He had watched every youngling ignite their creation with amazement and pure joy on their faces.

He had remembered every student he had taught, another reason he hated the memories. The smiles, the excitement, the frustration, and then it led to their deaths. He thought of the parents who had sacrificed everything for those students. He even let his own kid almost die by creating the idea of new Jedi. The weight was unbearable for him to carry on forever.

He sighed as he looked at the ancient untei tree, donned the robes and taken up the torch to do what he should've done long ago. Luke wasn't sure why exactly he had stopped those other times. He supposed it was because he had spent most of his years crossing the galaxy with R2-D2 as his companion, searching obsessively for ancient lore and artifacts. 

When he consigned the library in flames, he would be consigning everything he had done on Endor. Vanity, again. That's what had prevented him from taking the final steps. In fact, when Rey and Amilyn had arrived on the island after a failed attempt had left him brooding in the meadow planet. He had realized he wanted to help, but they were gone now.

Amilyn is gone. Rey is gone. And this time Luke vowed he wouldn't falter. As he lifted his eyes to the tree, Luke sensed something behind him. The presence of another, he turned and beh,d a shimmering presence of another. A ghost of an old friend.

"Master Yoda?" Luke said, feeling pure joy erupt across his saddened face just at the sight of his old master. It had been years since he had seen the great Jedi teacher, and Yoda appeared exactly as he had remembered. Luke remembered the fraction of his training he had learned from Yoda,cut short to confront Darth Vader.

Yoda's his features hadn't changed since last seeing Yoda, before the old masters passing. The old master's green scalp was wreathed with a freeze halo of delicate white hair strands. But now his eyes were penetrating seeming to look through Luke and into his innermost thoughts.

"Young Skywalker." Yoda said. Quickly realizing, Yoda was here for one reason. His happiness slipped away within the seconds of realization.

"I'm ending all of this," Luke warned the force ghost. "I'm going to burn it down. Don't try to stop me."

Yoda just looked amused at Luke's words, watching him advance towards the tree. Luke advanced towards the tree with the torch outstretched to burn the bark of the tree. He stopped less than arms length away from the tree. Stretching his hand out, within minutes teh jedi order would be drifting to ash.

Time is a circle. The beginning is the end. 

Luke found in himself he couldn't burn the tree down. The old Jedi master, Yoda looked to the sky, raising an old gnarled finger. A bolt of lighting shot from the sky, momentarily painting the island in its bright white light. Leaving Luke blinking frantically, teh tree was set ablaze in crimson flames.

Luke hurriedly doused the torch, nearly burning himself trying to put out the fire. Behind him, he heard Yoda's guffawing. "Ending all this I am.' Oh, Skywalker. Missed you have I."

Luke steeled himself to rush into the tree and grab the books from the nook. But the odds of that were impossible. The tree had become consumed on the bright flames of the fire. The pull of Yoda's force, pulled him to the log he was sitting on. The small creature chuckled, rethinking of Luke's foolishness.

"So it is time for the Jedi order to end." Luke said.

"Decide we do not. Where our place in this story begins or ends. But time it is for you to look past shelves of books." Despite Yoda's wise words, Luke felt offended.

"The sacred Jedi text!" Luke exclaimed.

"Read them have you? Page turners they were not. Wisdom they held, but the library contained nothing the girl and Amilyn do not already posses." Yoda spoke, knowing what had happened on the island. Yoda shook his head and simply tuned to Luke, who was much like his padwan he had been on Dagobah. His master was disappointed, and he was embarrassed.

"Skywalker," Yoda said. "Still looking to the horizon. Never hear, never now. The need in front of your nose."

"I was weak, unwise." Luke told Yoda.

"Lost Ben Solo, you did." Yoda spoke, gently yet firmly, "Lose Rey and Amilyn, we must not."

"I can't be what they need me to be."

"Heeded my words not did you," Yoda siad. "Pass on what you have learned.' Wisdom, yes. But folly also. Strength in mastery, hmm. But weakness and failure, yes. Failure most of all. The greatest teacher, failure is. We are what they grow beyond. That is the true burden of the Jedi."

Luke stared into the burning tree. Its crimson flames sparking, as it started tearing the old tree down. He stood beside his old teacher as the baize raged, consuming the old texts in the tree.