Disclaimer: I own only Anakin Solo's
apprentice. Please read and review. Sorry if it's short. This is just to test
if I should continue on fanfic-making.
Master and Apprentice
I sit, meditating, letting myself be lost in my thoughts, surrendering myself to
the Force.
I could sense everything, yet nothing at once. I could sense the air I breathe
in, the movement of the trees outside the windows, the chattering of the Jedi
younglings being trained byMaster Tionne Solusar. So full of life. So full of
energy.
Most of all, I could sense Master Anakin. My Master.
He is out on yet another mission to the Outer Rim, together with Tahiri. I feel
a slight tug of jealousy as I ponder on this thought, but it quickly washes
away; I have been trained to release all feelings that can easily lead me to
the Dark Side. Master Anakin has taught me well.
I can sense his every move. I can feel him, perceive him. I am ONE with him.
His joys are my joys; his sorrows mine. It is the same; my joys are his, my
sorrows also his to suffer. We dwell on the same emotions.
I know him better than Tahiri, his best friend, does. I feel his love for her.
I know his fondness for Jaina, his older sister, and his brotherly comradery
towards Jacen, Jaina's twin brother. I suffer his grief over Chewbacca's death,
and his anger to himself as he blames himself for all the deaths he knows he
caused on the Centerpoint station. I know and understand the dreams and visions
he foresees, and I can comprehend his anxiety over them.
He knows of my pains from the past. He knows my father well, as if he was
raised under the same authority. He knows my agony over the death of my family
in Coruscant, and of the horrific dreams I dream at night, voices I hear when I
am alone, the guilt in me slowly tearing me apart.
Perhaps it is the bond between Master and Apprentice that binds us close
together. I love him as much as life itself, and I know that he loves me that
way, too. He is me. I am him.
I contemplate on all these thoughts as I envelop myself in the Force. It wraps
around me like an old familiar blanket of security, comfort, and power.
Wait.
I sense something. Master Anakin is in danger.
Quickly, I reach out towards him, feeling for him, probing my way across the
galaxy, trying to sense through for him.
Trying to find him.