Hi, I am ReunitedLight. This is my first true multi-chapter story, so I'm not sure how it is going to go, but I will definitely be finishing it. Please tell me what you think in the reviews, it would mean a lot. I really hope you enjoy this story :)
I step through the smooth, gray ground in the darkness, bright red lines running through it. We got what we came for. But they are here.
And he is not safe.
I trod up the steps, taking two at a time and see the duel erupt.
He and a… thing dressed in black are fighting. The thing's black helmet is turned away from me, deathly shallow breaths echoing through the temple. He turns his monstrous face towards me, with expressionless black orbs as eyes and sharp features. What could he be? My face feels hard as stone and I try not to collapse in fear. We stare at each other for a few moments.
"Ahsoka," he booms.
Ahsoka gasped as she rose from her cot. Was it a force vision, or what? She asked herself. She had been training under Anakin for a year now and couldn't be happier. He was annoying at times, stubborn even in the heat of battle, but she was lucky to be his apprentice. The so-called Chosen One was whispered everywhere by Padawans and Initiates alike.
That fateful day, being assigned to him… Ahsoka still couldn't even believe it had happened.
She sat upright on the cot, breathing heavily into her hands. She didn't know what that dream was, she had dreamed so much before but the pure clarity of that dream made her fear that the horror she had experienced might be some potent of the future.
Ahsoka considered telling Anakin about this. He obviously knew about force visions. He never told her about them, but Ahsoka could tell every morning when he woke with shadows in his eyes that he had seen the past in his dreams… and the future.
She got dressed and exited her quarters. Even with the Clone Wars in full swing, the Council still sometimes found it necessary for Ahsoka and Anakin to spend their days in the temple just to make sure they still lived and breathed the Force. She fumbled with her lightsaber and twirled it with her hands as she stepped to the refectory on her level. Anakin was going to meet her for breakfast, and then they'd head over to the Archives to complete some assignment or another, or maybe even do some training.
That monstrous figure… it nagged at her constantly. Ahsoka squeezed her blue eyes shut and all she could see was that face, or mask, or whatever it was, draw closer and closer to her.
She found herself in the refectory and grabbed herself a breadroot patty and sat at an empty table. Where was Anakin? He had promised to meet her. And when he was there, was it a smart choice to tell him of her possible premonition? Even worse, did the Council know they were probably driving themselves to a future full of doom?
Ahsoka shook away the thoughts. She was probably overreacting. After all, would the Council take some measly dream and have it dictate their choices for the rest of the war? The dream was just a face and a possible lightsaber duel. There was no need to take things too far.
Anakin finally arrived in his robes that smelled of the city with a glass of ruby bliel in his gloved mechanical hand. "Hey, Snips. Sorry I was late."
Ahsoka forced a smile. "I… had a rough night."
Anakin's face hardened and he took a sip of his drink. "Ah. That happens to me a lot as well. You know, Ahsoka… just don't take the rough nights too hard, okay? I've lost far too many hours of sleep dwelling… on my dreams…" his eyes grew distant.
Ahsoka knew she'd gone too far with mentioning the rough nights. Anakin was usually easygoing with her, but when pressure was applied onto him and his past, he closed up.
"Just don't worry about it, okay Master?" she reassured him. "It's nothing. I promise."