Yoda's Survival
Long ago, almost, too long for memory to recall, a bright silvery full moon crawled over a dark planet. Dense tropical mist blanketed the night jungle below. Moon light fought its way through the mist, diffusing its photons and casting a soft glow over the nest. Spotted green and white fist sized eggs clustered together inside the open topped nest. The miracle of life stirred inside each egg.
In the distance, a large predator licked the air. Black scales covered the lizard with yellow warning stripping drawn on its sides in the form of lightening patterns. It followed its senses toward the nest. Evolution gave this particular lizard higher than average intelligence which it used to its advantage. In the past, it had watched others of its kind hunt with more of an instinctive manner. It preferred a more methodical manner. It discovered different methods of the hunt, new ways to kill. It had started to play, or in some perceptions, torture its prey. It laughed as it sometimes killed for no reason but pleasure. The sadistic and evil predator came closer to the nest.
Just in that universal moment, a crack. The first egg cracked open with a little being, a baby, pushing its shell apart. The small fragile youngster finally fell out of the shell. Almost four inches tall, two arms, two legs, and two oversized ears, it was covered in green. It barely opened its eyes.
In that unfortunate moment, the predator lizard, sick, chopped down, grabbed the little green baby with its powerful jaws. Broke its bones, ruptured its organs, it bled and died. The lizard swallowed the baby alien.
"Wake up, you will!", an inaudible plea.
Another egg cracked open, another little baby alien fell from its shell. Chomp! Sick!
"Wake up, now! You will!"
Another egg, crack, open, Chomp! Sick!
"Please! Wake up, you must! Please!"
Sick, sick, sick! The lizard ate one after the other as they hatched. Why? What made this lizard wait until they hatched? Why not eat the eggs whole, before hatching, as all other predatory animals do? Intelligence, the will to choose between right and wrong, the lizard chose poorly.
The final egg hatched, unexpectedly early, while the lizard still chewed its current victim. Yoda fell out of his shell and glared at the monster. Too young to speak, he saw the broken shells and recognized a sibling inside the jaws of the lizard.
Anger grew inside the young Yoda and power he did not understand manifested itself. Yoda forced himself to envision taking a hold of the lizard and strangling the life from it. Yoda was not even aware of the size difference between them as he lifted the huge lizard from the ground, only using his will.
Its legs wailed through the air to escape. Fear, for the first time in decades entered the lizard. Its eyes opened wide as it looked around in vain to discover what had lifted it.
Yoda turned a slight yellow with dark creases pocketing his face. His anger grew to higher levels.
Bones snapped inside the hovering lizard. Its head turned with a sickening cartilage crunch. Its neck crushed under unseen pressure. Its jaws opened and let go of a chewed up baby.
The dead baby fell in front of Yoda who knelt beside it. Horror crept over Yoda as he looked at the grotesque mangled sibling. Growing with a deeper shade of yellow, Yoda closed his eyes and gave out a slight scream.
As the lizard hovered, it literally tore into two, lengthwise, splitting its head through its body. Blood dripped from the carcass as it fell slowly to the ground, destroyed by the unseen force Yoda instinctively manipulated.
Yoda stopped, and the shade of green returned. Too hard of a lesson to learn so early in life, he wondered what he felt.
Later in life, he learned he had felt the tendrils of the dark side wrap around him.