Hi, guys, me again. Just a quick disclaimer-I don't own Star Wars.
Ahsoka was having a midnight training session when her master went into shock.
He suddenly froze, just staring off into the distance. Ahsoka almost fell over from swinging her lightsaber up to stop herself from cutting her Skyguy in half.
"Skyguy, don't do that! You scared me!"
He didn't respond. Ahsoka slowly followed his line of sight.
There, on the top step of the staircase to the Jedi Temple, moving towards them, was a wolf.
It had a coat of dappled silver and black. Its graceful form and movement seemed to send ripples of liquid moonlight through its fur. The sliver shone with the light of the stars and the black seemed to be as deep as the blue of the night sky. And somehow, Ahsoka knew it would not harm them. She would not harm them.
Anakin slowly walked towards the wolf, as if in a trance. But he was far from relaxed. Ahsoka noticed his breath coming hard and tears in his eyes. That was impossible. Her master didn't cry. Even when he broke down from grief after a nightmare. Even when pain wracked his body. There were no tears. There were never tears.
Then the wolf changed.
She slowly lifted up, became human. Long brown hair, a kind face. Then Anakin was running towards her, tackling her in a hug. And sobbing. His voice was full of anguish and a strange, tortured happiness. Impossible. This was the Hero with No Fear. The man who could not break. How did just the sight of this mysterious woman-who was now seeming to comfort him-make him shatter into a million pieces?
"Mom!" A strangled sob choked out of his mouth with the word, the sound of a man who had had his heart broken and then put back together. Ahsoka froze. The word was only three letters, one syllable, but it held so much meaning, so much depth.
She's his mother? This is just too weird.
"Um, Master?" She hated to interrupt, but if she didn't get answers, she was going to explode.
"What? Oh, sorry! I should have introduced you! My bad. Ahsoka, this is my mother, Shmi Skywalker." Shmi smiled warmly. "Mom, this is my Jedi Padawan, Ahsoka Tano." Ahsoka waved and looked sheepish. "But...how did you survive, Mom? I mean-I saw you die!"
Oh, so that's what this was all about.
Wait a second.
"Um, Master? You mean she's dead?"
"Uh, well, you see-"
Shmi cut him off. "What he saw that night was an illusion. A very powerful, very smart illusion."
"Wait. An illusion?"
Anakin spoke this time. "We should go inside. I don't want to be out here in the cold night air unless we're training or on a mission or whatever, and the Council will want to meet you, Mom."
"Yes, let's."
Ahsoka decided she like Shmi. Her Force signature gave off a warmth and a silent strength that you didn't see often. She seemed to have a candor that was also rare.