Intro:
Sometimes one is just too young to understand the world around them. They don't have enough experience to truly understand what is out there, or what is inside them.
Running, there was running, except no one was running…but if you looked around there were trees moving really fast like it was your eyes…like you were running in a forest, and could only see through your eyes.
Jedi can see visions of the future and past. However, for some reason, my perception has been stronger than any previous Jedi.
Green, everything was green. Green was power. Green was knowledge. Green was heart. But, intermixed with all the green there was blue, a bright glowing blue. The sky, the water, what made all the green grow was blue. Blue was mindful. Blue was peace. Blue was serenity. A perfect pairing for harmony.
Somehow, I have always been on a physical and emotional appreciation level with my visions without even knowing they were more than dreams. Having physical and emotional sensations while I dreamed was addicting, so I practiced.
Without fully comprehending, I liked having fast reflexes, and a degree of predetermined knowledge of an event before it happened. It has become a personality quirk almost. Curiosity more than anything, something my family has always had. You see, The Force runs deeply in my family's veins. We are it's chosen.
Red light flashes across the sky. It suddenly stops and crashes into the shining sea of blue. The blue light dims before completely dissolving. Everything that was gleaming blue before is now gone. Not just black, grey, or white, but completely absent. There is no sky. There is no water. The red upset the blue to such extremes that it ceased to exist.
Consulting one of the council members on this sensation would have been the sensible thing to do. But being a child, my mind wouldn't compute with sensible thoughts. With my friends, I found that I only had to hold someone's hand, and could see his or her future or past through The Force. Even family members pasts and futures if they were emotionally close enough. Sometimes, when I concentrated hard enough, I could even see through someone else's eyes entirely in the present.
The green wilted without the blue. It was not lost, simply without. Straining to survive. But it did survive; yet the red had upset it. Everything slowly started going red. The green dissolving as well, until it too became red.
Emotions mark my gift. They always seem to be what confirms a final decision in my head. I inherited that from my father, as well as my fathers need to be the hero, even if it was only in my subconscious. Not wanting to be a hero figure, but to save people at any cost. However, I also inherited my mother's deviousness, and mysterious nature. Ruthless when I want to be, completely relentless with my undeniable curiosity. My studies proved that when surpassing everyone my age by nearly double.
Everything was red, yet it somehow glowed a simple green in the cracks. Suddenly, everything went bright white. And then there was no more red, only green, and slowly blue came back as well.
Then everything dissipates slowly. Not necessarily black, but things loose focus and reality slowly returns.
How is it then, that through all my emotional unease, I could become as powerful a Jedi Youngling as I have. Nothing more than my curiosity, and what my heart leads me to be. A simple being who believes in doing what is right, even when it is painful and difficult to stomach. I was raised that way; to always put others before myself. It was the only thing that kept me alive now, straight out of the Bacta Tank, and lying on a soft hospital bed just coming out of a healing trance.
Before blacking out, and subconsciously going into a healing trance, something it seemed I genetically inherited from my mother, my inner workings realized I had just fallen about ten stories straight down off a bridge between two doorways in the Jedi training grounds, and that my hope of surviving was with the living force running through my veins. The fall severed both my collar bones, cracked my left arm in two places, and crushed both my legs. My head had a huge gash in the side that, thankfully, was only deep enough to show the white bone of my skull, and not deep enough to create brain damage. But possibly the worst damage to my body was the one scar I would never be rid of. It was made not to kill me, but to mark me forever; a lightsaber to the shoulder, which scarred across the top of my shoulder near my neck down my front and ending just below my chest. It was a warning from a Sith's saber, saying "I will return for you."
Father speaks of his master, Master Yoda, and his tellings that you cannot see through the dark side. It is too murky with evil. However, my gift allows me to see through the murk. I saw this Sith coming, and should have realized that I had had a vision warning me. But for the most part, I truly thought they were just dreams, or maybe nightmares, a child has with their imagination running wild.
If only I had realized what my visions were earlier. They always come to me in riddles, or metaphors and similes. Everything represents something. Nothing is ever very literal. At age nine, no one was prepared with the knowledge that I could have visions far more powerful than even my father could.
Sometimes being a Skywalker has it's downsides.