Star Wars fic:
Disclaimer: Characters belong to George Lucas, I loved the movies.
Chapter 3
I kept my movements paced not using too much of my energy but moving as fast as I could at the same time. Yoda continued to tell me about the Jedi and did ask a few questions which I would have rather avoided. I did not want to seem rude but my family history was in as much of a shadow to me as it must have been to those around me.
"All I remember was being looked after then the person I knew was gone and I was in an orphanage on Alderaan. That's all there is to it. I have no memory of my mother or father, there is nothing." Yoda understood that I was telling the truth. I did want to remember but couldn't as if something was blocking me from knowing the reality of my life.
A few more days past of training like this when Yoda stopped suddenly. "This part of the training is over we move on to the next part: Use of the force." Yoda told me. "Sit down and concentrate." I nodded and ended up sitting on the marshy ground closing my eyes. This was good just clearing my mind of all thought and everything.
I felt things from the ground start to rise and float in the air, I felt the ground leave me and everything was fading out. It felt nice. All of a sudden a great fire appeared before my eyes and the face of a woman who looked like me. Could she be? The image faded. Just as it was there it was gone.
Before I fell I managed to keep calm enough to reach back to the ground without attaining any serious injuries. "What did you see young one?" Yoda asked me. I looked at him.
"A woman, her face floating in front of me, she looked so sad. There was also a planet which was burning and some fighting was going on. I don't know what I saw but it did not make sense to me." I put my head in my hand. "What should I do?" I asked Yoda.
"In time these images will reveal themselves to you. You might understand them and be able to discover things about yourself." He told me. I nodded and decided to continue training.
Who knows who that was? I knew her but the memories were not easy to access maybe I was really young when I met her. I decided to continue the exercises I was told to do.
After a few more attempts at this I decided to stop. I told Yoda that I was going for a walk and left along with my thoughts. Thinking about all of the images I had seen within the last few days. The boy in the fireplace. Maybe he was meant to be the real hero here.
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