Hey everyone! Here is the much awaited sequel to 'When Even the Closest Turn Away'. If you have no idea what that is, you have to read that before you read this or you will be very confused. Click here and then come back: s/9551603/1/When-Even-the-Closest-Turn-Away Now that's clear, here it is. Remember to leave just a quick review!

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Zoe Maddox

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Shatter the Broken

Chapter One: New Person, Same Heart

Anakin… Rex… The clones chasing me and shooting me with a thousand stuns… The rain making the metal slick… Thunder shaking me to the bone… Dropping my shoto… Running from the people I trusted…

I sit up, gasping. Being barred from the Jedi Order and running from everyone just so I could breathe another day had never left me. The dreams haunted me from day one. For a while the dreams went away… and worse things came along to replace them. Jedi, some just familiar faces, others, friends and respected Masters, were in pain, dying. Darkness clouded the Force to a point where I went for weeks without using the Force.

I look to the time. Pulling the soft blanket off, I stand and begin to dress. An often asked question lingers in my mind: Do I wish I could have come back to the Order? There are days where the answer is yes. But it doesn't matter because there isn't even an Order anymore.

I should feel lucky for surviving Order 66. Before, just after I left the Order, I would see the some of the clones once in a while and it was reassuring to know there were other Jedi out there. I was starting to hear about other groups of Jedi that did not believe in the Order's decision to help in the War. But now… to know that I'm the last Jedi… it's hard.

The change between a luxurious Temple and the Lower Levels of Coruscant was tough. I will admit that I got into some tight corners. Nothing I couldn't handle. What had I told Rex? Oh yes. I told him that I wanted to see the Republic. The real Republic. The fracking bantha fodder 'real' Republic. Sometimes I question why I had to watch clone after clone die. Was it worth it? The Republic is a scary place to be even with two lightsaber on your belt.

I saved up my credits and finally bought my passage to some tiny planet in the Gordian Reach. Yes, Shili was my first thought. Home. I only have a faint memory of my parents. But what could I tell them? I was a failed Jedi? No, no, I wasn't even ready to face the truth, let alone others. So a nice isolated planet sounded perfect for reflection and healing.

I step into the refresher to do my make-up and clean my face. For a second, I see a young Ahsoka staring me back in the mirror. But the illusion is gone. I sigh. I look exactly like my adult version that I was visited by my future me on Mortis, except I no longer wear my Padawan beads or proudly sport my lightsabers. I wear a light, loose navy blue shirt and tan cloth pants with simple flats. It's typical Barisoni style.

Barison is the planet I bought my way to. It's a water world along the Feena Run in the Gordian Reach. It supplies fish, seafood, and kelp to worlds in the Back Reach. The farmers and fishers live on floating cities on giant wooden platforms. I joined a small city called Arisi. Arisi is special because none of the native species, Barisoni, actually live on the city. It's mostly humanoid species.

I have my own little house in a little community with a small lagoon in the center. I work at small stand that makes and sells simple clothing made by finely woven kelp. Some days I can convince myself that I have adapted and that I have embraced this life. But the Ahsoka inside of me knows it's a lie. That I will never fully let go of the Force's embrace. I know that I endanger every person on Arisi because of my gift. But I haven't used my gift or lightsabers in at least three years.

I walk into the small shop to see Jis has beaten me. His mother runs the shop, so he helps unload and pack things up. He's an orange Twi'lek, young, strong, and handsome. It's hard not to hear the whispers on the street about him. And he won't have any of them. He wants me. He is relentless, always flirting and teasing…

I left the Jedi Order fourteen years ago. There is never a day I don't think about him. I can still feel his lips on my face. I dream his dream of a little farm and a family. It was totally the will of the Force when I told him that we meet again. The Force does not lie. My hands plead to touch his face, to trace his jawline…

I touch my fingers to my forehead and then lift them up to the skies.

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Hope you like the start! School starts on Monday so I'm to try to get as many of these in before it will be impossible!

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Zoe Maddox