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Yoda woke quickly as his dream ended. It was the same dream that he had been having for the past month, but this time the dream nearly ran it's entire course. /Vision, that is. No dream./ thought the old Force wizard with a smile, settling down to sleep and see the vision again.
Three figures stood in front of three different roads. All three were grown, for in this realm, crude things like size and development did not matter, especially since niether of the three had even been born yet. The lack of birth did not have any consequence either, for this was the realm of the Force, where deeds and greatness of spirit shaped a being's form
The first and the oldest was a rugged human, scars that would be barely visible in the realm of matter pulsed as bright and as strong as the deeds that he earned them in. His eyes shone with the kind of wisdom that only came decending into the darkest pits and returning.
The second figure was another human, though smooth and well bred. She carried few scars, and did not have the experience of the first figure, for she was a diplomat, striving for the better good. She was strong in the ways manipulation and even better, strong in the Force.
The third figure was indecernable. He had a shine brighter than a star, so was his power in the Force. As Yoda's dream eyes adjusted to the light, the third figure was revealed to be another human. This one was yet another male, smooth as the female but tempered by hard work like the other male.
/Humans,/ thought Yoda. /Like grass they are, sown everywhere. Near impossible to have a vision without one./
In his vision, Yoda turned around and saw the past of the figures. The second and third figures were from the same starting point, with the first coming from a point far off in the distance.
Turning toward the relative future, the paths ran wildly in different directions until one point, where all three roads started running parallel. From there, the second figure's road waivered between the other two paths, joining each for a short period of time, until, in the far distance, it joined the first figure's road for a very long time. The third figure had many roads join his and split away, except for the last one.
As his conciousness flew down the roads, Yoda read much into the paths. Much fighting, many battles, he saw, but also much joy, especially when two bright roads split away from the first and second road, and then again when a third road split away.
Stopping in the dream, Yoda looked far ahead, past decades of peace, war, pain, and joy, the the ends. At the third figure's road, it flared so brilliantly that it affected roads as far as the eye could see. Long after, the first road ended. The suprising thing to Yoda, was that the flare was even more brilliant than the third figure's. /Strong was he,/ thought Yoda. /Stronger the the strongest, and no one had a clue./
Looking beyond the two flares, the second road faded to an end. The second figure dies happy and content, her path fading as does that of most who die old.
Slowly, Yoda woke. Looking at the sun and feeling with the Force told him that he had been asleep for many days. Feeling a pang of hunger, Yoda set about making a delicious pot of swamp stew. /Worry I will not. they will all know about me in thier own time, and I will know them all. I'm only 860 years old!/
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Read and Reveiw Y'all -Crazy J
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Yoda woke quickly as his dream ended. It was the same dream that he had been having for the past month, but this time the dream nearly ran it's entire course. /Vision, that is. No dream./ thought the old Force wizard with a smile, settling down to sleep and see the vision again.
Three figures stood in front of three different roads. All three were grown, for in this realm, crude things like size and development did not matter, especially since niether of the three had even been born yet. The lack of birth did not have any consequence either, for this was the realm of the Force, where deeds and greatness of spirit shaped a being's form
The first and the oldest was a rugged human, scars that would be barely visible in the realm of matter pulsed as bright and as strong as the deeds that he earned them in. His eyes shone with the kind of wisdom that only came decending into the darkest pits and returning.
The second figure was another human, though smooth and well bred. She carried few scars, and did not have the experience of the first figure, for she was a diplomat, striving for the better good. She was strong in the ways manipulation and even better, strong in the Force.
The third figure was indecernable. He had a shine brighter than a star, so was his power in the Force. As Yoda's dream eyes adjusted to the light, the third figure was revealed to be another human. This one was yet another male, smooth as the female but tempered by hard work like the other male.
/Humans,/ thought Yoda. /Like grass they are, sown everywhere. Near impossible to have a vision without one./
In his vision, Yoda turned around and saw the past of the figures. The second and third figures were from the same starting point, with the first coming from a point far off in the distance.
Turning toward the relative future, the paths ran wildly in different directions until one point, where all three roads started running parallel. From there, the second figure's road waivered between the other two paths, joining each for a short period of time, until, in the far distance, it joined the first figure's road for a very long time. The third figure had many roads join his and split away, except for the last one.
As his conciousness flew down the roads, Yoda read much into the paths. Much fighting, many battles, he saw, but also much joy, especially when two bright roads split away from the first and second road, and then again when a third road split away.
Stopping in the dream, Yoda looked far ahead, past decades of peace, war, pain, and joy, the the ends. At the third figure's road, it flared so brilliantly that it affected roads as far as the eye could see. Long after, the first road ended. The suprising thing to Yoda, was that the flare was even more brilliant than the third figure's. /Strong was he,/ thought Yoda. /Stronger the the strongest, and no one had a clue./
Looking beyond the two flares, the second road faded to an end. The second figure dies happy and content, her path fading as does that of most who die old.
Slowly, Yoda woke. Looking at the sun and feeling with the Force told him that he had been asleep for many days. Feeling a pang of hunger, Yoda set about making a delicious pot of swamp stew. /Worry I will not. they will all know about me in thier own time, and I will know them all. I'm only 860 years old!/
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Read and Reveiw Y'all -Crazy J
