Homesick
The hot dry wind whipped around my legs as I crossed the large trading area that used to bustle with Maters, Padawan's and merchants, one that now barely housed one trading post and a landing dock.
No one paid me any attention, not that I wanted them to, but they wouldn't have to begin with, I look like every other person here, dark clothing, scuffed boots and a blaster pistol hanging from my hip.
The difference being was I grew up here.
I had been one of those young Padawan's that had once run in the courtyard. One that had openly worshiped the hero that was my brother and knight in shining armor.
But now, as I slowly turn in a semi circle all that I see is the death and destruction that he had brought to our home, to our training grounds and I am very sure, this will be the place he returns to soon in order to restore the peace to the place where our worlds and our destinies intertwined all those years ago…
My only hope is that he arrives soon, for what I see on the horizon is not clear but it is not hazy either. There is a war coming and it will take us all to defend our honor, our code and our line.
It was time for the remaining Jedi to come out of hiding.