TOWARD THE SUNS


CHAPTER ONE


The sun was coming up. Bright sunshine colored the broad sea of Ahch-To. Under the light slowly moving to the upper sky, the ancient temple looked even older. Tides made whipping noises against the rocks, as little seabirds began to sing. And on the giant stone on the grass there was a man sitting toward the sea.

The man looked old. He had a hairy and lean face, although his hair was not that long. His clothes were worn, which made him look like a hermit living alone.

"You want the impossible…" He whispered.

The beard was covering his mouth, but the slight curls of edges of his lip could be seen vividly.

"Nothing is impossible. Do…or don't."

The closed eyes of the man shifted.

Soon, something changed.

Small parts of the object started to float to the surface of the ocean. Then, as the man focused even more, it gained its own shape perfectly and set on the land, right beside the stone the man was sitting.

After some noises of tides, the man finally opened his eyes.

His blue eyes didn't seen old and worn anymore; they, instead, looked pure, young, and boyish, even for his age of fifties. They were full of hope. As they once were.

"I'm not afraid," the man said, a little bit louder than before. He stood up and looked right to the sun. He was about to move his feet, but something—in his old memory—stopped him.

'You will be.' The voice of his old master floated in his mind. The last time he heard this was about almost thirty years ago. He was just an innocent boy then. A boy who doesn't know about failure. A boy who believes he can do everything. And because of that he didn't follow his teacher but his heart. That worked great at the end, anyway.

He wished to be able to do the same way now. So much time had passed however.

The man smiled bitterly. The feeling…this feeling of his old self felt good, no matter how much he tried to remove it.

He turned his gaze to his X-Wing. It was there, like always. Then he imagined what will happen next. He both wanted and didn't want to think about it, in the same time.

'Maybe,' he admitted to himself. 'Maybe I'm afraid.'

But he wasn't the old man hiding in the old Jedi temple anymore. Nor he was the hero of the Alliance. He wasn't a farm boy in the desert planet, neither.

He got inside of the X-wing.

He knew he was doing the right thing.

Because he was Luke Skywalker.