Chapter One

The Dreamer

Date: 3970 BBY

The vaguest sense of being moved brought Logan out of the darkness that had enthralled him. Whoever it was should be told not to do that after an accident, especially as bad as his injuries surely were. He would hate to have them made worse, or even actually die, just because someone decided to play hero. There was already a complete lack of feeling; almost like he was numb everywhere, he could feel, but at the same time could not. He flexed the fingers of his right hand, or rather assumed he did, his mind had sent out the signal, but there was no way for him to tell if it was working.

His eyes were a blurry mess with a multitude of silhouettes appearing and disappearing before them. Something was trying to come through his ears, but it was like he had them plugged and all the sound was muffled. In his head the words were echoing again and again fate… fate… fate… fate…

The blurred figure which had been shaking him turned to look up at someone else. He moved his head to try to see what the figure was looking at, and the movement made his world go black again. When he regained consciousness he was in a bed. The first thing he noticed was that the sheets and blanket were extremely soft, hospital beds weren't usually like this. 'Things are not looking good. I have to find out what happened after… after… after… what?' His mind was a wreck. He couldn't remember why he thought he should be in a hospital.

Eyes opened slowly to reveal a brightly lit yet odd looking hospital room. Odd was not exactly the correct terminology. The room's décor was nothing like any hospital he had ever seen. Hell it didn't even look like any building he had ever been in.

As his gaze spread across the room and fell onto a girl next to his bed. She was clearly sleeping, her head lay on both hands crossed beneath her face. She looked rather comical with her face scrunched up like… who? 'Who did I think she was?' He questioned himself as he tried to pull the scattered pieces of an image together in his mind. Finally, the face of a woman took form, and he quickly decided he had attributed too many similarities to the two. A primary difference was hair color though obviously age factored in as well.

He closed his eyes to try to see the woman again. He wanted to see her, whoever she was. However, the only thing that came was a sense of fear and bright lights. His breath caught as his eyes flashed open. It was hard to bite back the fear that was making his hand tremble, yet he managed stay it.

A small shudder passed through his body as he tried to sit up in bed. Dizziness immediately over came him and he reached back to balance himself. Things seemed bigger in the room than they should have… perhaps he was dreaming. A strand of raven black hair fell into his face. Black? He was blonde… a hand quickly moved to try to follow the stray to its source, it couldn't possibly be his. What kind of hospital dyed the hair of their patients while they are unconscious?

'Something is not right here. This is very wrong.' His hand… it was MUCH smaller than it should have been. So… was his arm, and his other hand and arm. They were also thinner. No muscle whatsoever could be seen on either. He was sure he had some before the wreck… wait, what wreck? He was sure he went to the gym at least three times a week… wait again, what gym? His mind was covered in a dense fog, and it felt like he if he kept trying to fumble his way through it he would trip and fall.

The most logical fact still held true here. Whatever all this was, he had to be dreaming… or maybe just dead. His glance turned toward the girl and then to the other side of the bed. If he was going to remove himself he would have to pull the blankets from the other side lest he wake her.

After pulling the blankets back and looking down an 'of course', echoed blandly through his head as his eyes rolled. His legs were also shorter. Yes… dreams… he was dreaming that he was a midget. He laughed silently to himself that he may be a dwarf… whatever that was. His feet landed on an icy white grey floor and he winced, 'what do they keep it in here, fifty? ' He was already cold and he hadn't been out from under the blankets for more than a minute or two. The floor was another curiosity as it didn't appear to be any substance he had seen. Some form of metal perhaps?

He tried to take a step forward, only to have another dizzy spell hit him. As his balance was lost he fell back against the bed. At his previous height he would merely have fallen into a sitting position. This time he fell against it, clearly a downfall to his diminutive stature.

Where was he going anyways? There was nothing really in the room aside from the girl and her chair, the odd bed, two doors, a small chest, and what appeared to be an odd looking nightstand of sorts. Most things were made of that odd metal or seemed to be painted in an equally odd manner. Nothing looked familiar, but this was a dream who said it had to?

He had been lucky thus far, the girl had not awakened as of yet. When he fell against the bed and while moving off of it he hadn't made much of an impact. 'Well I guess not all things about this are bad.I need to know more before waking her up.' No telling why she was there, and besides this was clearly a dream so he made the rules right? His only choice was one of the two doors.

Getting to the left door took longer than he was used to, not to mention he kept almost tripping. Another negative check to be added to the list, the tally was two too one. He stood there staring in frustration, 'great no knob, no slide handle. How do I open this thing? ' A small square with a button to the left of the door begged to be pushed. Was it instinct, or was it 'The Button Syndrome'?

Without a moment's pause the door whisked open into a hallway. It had been so fast he was startled, but recovered quickly. 'Nice, auto doors'.

He stood there trying to remember where he had seen an automatic door recently. The door of course closed itself making him push the button again. 'Who makes a semi automatic door?' Why not just make it stay open till he was through it? What if he was caught in between the door and the wall? Would it slice him in two? No… wait… would he have to push the button on the other side to close it if it didn't close itself?

A further study of the door was added to the slowly growing list of things to check out. His current objective however, was to get a look at himself which he could clearly not do in this room. He made a hasty escape into the hallway nearly tripping over his own feet, AGAIN! Strike three against his current height.

He righted himself just in time to stop from crashing into a passerby... a passerby that was wearing odd clothing. As a matter of fact all of the people in the hallway were dressed oddly. The older people were dressed in mostly brown to grey robes with some sort of cloth tunic and pants. The younger they got the more the outfit changed until there were some children dressed in an off white with brown boots and belts. The outfits were the same for both male and female. Most importantly though, not all of them were human; granted, some were human LOOKING.

A passing kid turned to look at him then went back about his business. 'Great, so I'm the size of a preteen.'

The more pieces he had to this puzzle of a dream the sooner he would be able to put it together. It seemed like they would take forever to collect though. A female voice rang through his head, "each dream you have holds a specific meaning. Even the smallest of details could hold great significance." So what… he wanted to be short? "I even read somewhere that you have seven dreams a night". As far as he could recall, which was apparently not very far, he hardly ever remembered his dreams. Were all his them this vivid and full of life?

Without any time to explore the hallway and beyond, two figures stopped in front of him; both of which wore the brown robes that the adult passerby wore. His eyes locked onto the left figure… male, but he was… different. He appeared to be some form of monster man. Large dark red eyes and blue-green skin with some form of tentacles for what he could only assume was supposed to be hair.

The one on his right was female. She looked to be in her early thirties, with dark Hazel hair that fell just passed her shoulders, but what caught his attention was the reddish silk cloth that covered her eyes. It looked like some form of headband pulled down too far. Why would anyone cover their eyes like that? She didn't look like she could see through the thing at all.

"It appears the boy has awakened Kylar," the masked woman said in a rather soothing form of English.

" Yet my Padawan deems it fit to allow him to roam freely," the monster said with a brief sigh. His gaze had remained on the monster mostly, and had yet to see the thing blink. Creepy.

Had they called him boy? He brushed another raven lock from his face only to have it fall right back. Strike four, annoying hair. The word Padawan triggered a memory. However, the mental fog still kept him from latching onto anything substantial, so he let it slide away. He was looking up at them, the puzzlement surely upon his face.

"Are you alright boy?" The masked woman asked. He was looking at her rather intently, sizing her up if you would.

"Who…?" He began merely to cut himself off. His voice was not right either it had a higher pitch.

"I am Sylvestra, one of the masters of this temple. No one here will harm you here." The woman waited for his response. 'Great, I've been taken to some crazy cult temple rather than a hospital.' When he gave no reply she continued. "You are safe now come let us go back inside, yes?"

The door whisked open behind him… strange he'd had to push that button to get out. She made a slight shooing motion at the air in front of him with both hands as if to usher him back inside. It wasn't like he could fight back, not like this in any case, so he merely complied with their 'demands'.

When he was back inside the room the male behind her spoke again. "Hera! Wake up girl, your charge escaped." The monster man said in a relatively condescending tone. So what was he, a prisoner that he would escape and needed a guard? Perhaps they were underestimating him. After all they had called him 'boy', and were telling him he was 'safe'. He dreaded the thought of what he may see if he looked into a mirror. Boy was surely better than dwarf though, right?

The girl sat up groggily reflecting the face of a mid teen, her brown hair a ruffled mess on one side, and face red where it had lay on her arms for too long. Her hazel gaze moved towards the source of the voice. When her eyes locked onto the two 'masters' that stood behind him she bolted up and made a slight bow. A brief glare at him on the way up made his eyebrow cock.

'So she blames me for falling asleep on guard duty. There are always ways to keep yourself occupied and awake during such times.' He thought, though he was unsure how he knew that.

"I am sorry Master Kylar; I will strive to do better next time." She said making another slight bow.

A male sigh behind him told Logan that the 'Master Kylar' was obviously used to things like this. A smirk crossed his face which he quickly hid when the girl noticed it. The hands, of what he guessed was the woman, lightly pushed him back toward the bed which he grudgingly climbed onto and turned around sitting down with feet dangling from the side.

He decided he was complying far too much with their 'demands'. He would have to show some resistance. After all, this was HIS dream and if he focused hard enough he should at least be able to make the monster disappear. The woman seemed caring enough, so she could stay, but the monster gave him the creeps with his no blinking eyes.

"Fayt, can you tell us how you came to be unconscious outside the temple?" That was odd… what had they called him?

"Fayt?" He said his tone clearly questioning. That higher pitched voice again… annoying.

The girl in the back chimed in with a chipper tone, "When I found you I tried to get your name out and you kept repeating Fayt. That's your name is it not?" She was rather smug for a girl who was so utterly wrong and confused.

A brief recollection of trying to move and numbness with cloudy figures flooded his mind. 'Must have been when I showed up.' He recalled the word fate passing through his mind repeatedly. Had he been speaking at the time? A clear misunderstanding, but one he could deal with. Why should they know his real name? This was just a dream… with tentacle headed monster people.

He moved his small hand up to his forehead as if to sooth a light headache. A nod of his head and he assented to the name. "Yes," the 'victory' quite clear in the girl's voice as she gave out a slight giggle. The girl's monster master turned his unblinking gaze onto her. A light "meep" passed the girls lips and she quickly went still again before he turned back around. Hahaha she had gotten in trouble for it, he struggled to keep the smug look from crossing his face again. He failed.

The woman continued the interrogation. "Do you remember how you got outside the temple?" She asked again.

As slight shake of his head and he spoke in that annoying voice again. "No, I… I only remember bright lights and being hit." His hand moved up to his head once more. What was he doing before those lights? He remembered being angry, but for and at what?

Kylar whispered in a voice he barely caught. "The injuries were rather bad when we arrived at the scene." 'So he was one of the two figures I saw.'

"Do you remember where you came from?" the woman asked. Why was she putting him though 20 questions like this? They were making his head hurt. That fog was swirling like crazy in his mind trying to turn him around and keep him lost.

"I… don't… remember." He said a tear falling down his cheek? Why was he crying? It was idiotic to cry at that, but he couldn't help it! Where had he come from? He could only remember small sections of who he was? That infernal fog was keeping him from remembering something he should clearly know. He knew this was a dream, but how did he know that? What made him so sure?

"I see," the monster man spoke up. "The head injury must have caused some degree of amnesia."

"I agree," the masked woman replied. What had she called herself? Sylvestra? "We have put out a bulletin that you have been found along with a holo of you. I'm sure your parents will turn up Fayt. Until then you may stay here," she had a motherly voice… and it was oddly soothing.

"Yes ma'am." He said nodding as the two moved to leave the room. The cuff of his shirt moved up with his hand to wipe the infernal tears from his eyes.

The pair paused at the door and Master Kylar turned to face the young girl, "Keep better watch on him this time, Hera." The girl meekly nodded in agreement, and the two left.

On their way out before the door closed he heard a snippet of their conversation. "He is quite clearly force sensitive Sylves," the man Kylar said and the door whisked closed. A swirl of the fog and he wondered what force sensitive meant.

His gaze moved back to the only other person in the room. The young girl was looking at him… suspiciously. Great… she was paranoid. "I have to go," he lied. She rolled her eyes and motioned to the other door in the room.

"The refresher's in there." She said and went silent watching him again. Who the heck called a restroom a refresher? Stupid dream. Though, actually, in most cases you did 'freshen up' in one.

He moved to the door then opened it with a push of another one of those buttons; a sense of relief flooded him. There it was, the object of his current desires, a mirror. He hastily closed the door behind him and moved to look at 'himself'. Astonishment crossed 'his' features in the mirror. There perched precariously on the edge of what he imagined was some form of sink was a boy. His age… looked to be between five and seven; long curly black hair just passed his shoulders, dark blue eyes, and well tanned or perhaps olive skin. He was dressed in the same off white cloth, brown boots and belt he had seen the children in the hallway wearing.

A brief thought flutter through the fog of his mind. 'This dream had better end before I have to go through puberty again.'

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Authors Note: And there we have chapter one. Such an edge of your seat thrill ride, no? Look forward to next time!

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