Chronology: sometime, during Qui-Gon's early knighthood
Rating: G (no drooling alert this time ;)
Disclamer: I don't own any of the fabulous inhabitants of the SW galaxy. But, please, Your Flannelship, let me own my dreams.
Special thanks go, as ever, to my faithful betas Eleia and Lys73.
Note: the oneiric atmosphere of the Chandrilan shores was inspired by the island of Capri. If I ever could choose where living the rest of my life, well…
I dedicate this short story to the Storyteller (winking at Elizabeth :). I know, I'm getting monotonous…
Summary: in a warm night on planet Chandrila, Qui-Gon literally meets his destiny.
Everything happened in a damp, hot summer night…
Chandrila, pearl of the Bormea sector. Along the shores of the Silver Sea.
The silence lowers the dark night curtain. It wraps the secret soul of the inanimate beings. It stirs it up. Drags it to the shy glimmering of the stars.
The spell recurs, night by night, not burdened at all by the weight of the millennia… And with it, the flickering of dreams, myths, suggestions: they dart, merge and part in a sacred dance. The pale cloak of the only moon veils with spirit the surface of things, it almost dissolves their corporeity. Fully receptive, things yield again to the incomprehensibility of the mystery…
It happened in that very night. Yes, he was certain of it. Lost in that world of shifting shadows, he wandered through the streets, dazed and bewitched by the magic of the scents, following their innermost trail.
He found himself sitting on the shingle of a little beach, tasting the salt soaking his lips. Eyes shut. Hiding their sad aquamarine contents.
He felt it before actually seeing it. Fleeting and ghostly like a moon strip peeping out of the clouds, the image of a woman. She seemed to listen to voices that only she could catch; messages conveyed by the sea. Long selenic hair gently brushed against her face. A face marked by the force of the sun, lit up by sea abyss eyes.
A thrill of powerful sensuality crossed his body while gripping his heart in a painful grasp. He got rid of is brown robe and slowly got closer. He hardly blinked, afraid that the beautiful apparition could vanish like a dream. Each step seemed to last forever. Then he abruptly stopped, as though a wall of sudden realization kept him from going on: the woman rested her small hands on her lap, protecting the fruit of an unknown ancestral love…
Unaware of his presence, she turned her steps towards the sea.
He fell on his knees. His voice, broken by awe, managed a whisper:
"Who are you?"
"I'm the Living Force"
answered a voice of wind and waves softly breaking over the rocks. Then she disappeared into the warm night surge.
THE END
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