She was in the caves of Ilum with her Master, "The crystal is the heart of the blade." Master Skywalker intoned, Ahsoka took a breath, centered herself, the parts of the lightsaber moving, building, coming together as one. She kept her eyes tightly closed at first, slowly becoming aware of every individual ache in her legs. She had journeyed here for The Gathering, but this was the first time she had made the trip with her Master.
Shivering, despite the thick cloak, she chanced a quick peek at her Master, who seemed almost infuriatingly calm. There was a first time for everything she supposed, he had already shown to be much more adept at moving meditation and had encouraged her to do the same—not that she minded, of course.
She found her thoughts wandering, rather than focusing on the words or clearing herself of emotion. She couldn't help but to think of the Jedi seated across from her, just how had he felt when Master Kenobi had brought him here? Nervous? Scared?
Her leg was beginning to fall asleep, but she didn't shift it, squirming just about as much as she dared to.
Kriff it!
She felt the distinct urge to pee, the need having made itself known as they hiked through the frozen wasteland, but she hadn't wanted to crouch in the blizzard.
Now, she was reminded of the chapter in the book Master Skywalker had gave her—about the Trial of Flesh during the Pius Dea Era.
They used to torture Padawans with cold, sonic shocks, and cutting. A form of purging one of attachment to the body—that such methods would work in divorcing the body from the spirit, a way to surpass pain, which would show that one was ready to become a Knight. This must be her own Trial—but surely her Master wouldn't subject her to that sort of pain…Though, she still wasn't sure of where she stood with him.
Ahsoka guessed that she'd find out soon enough.
"The heart is the crystal of the Jedi." Master Skywalker recited, seemingly oblivious to her struggle.
This wasn't working, she wasn't doing this right. She was too distracted. There should be some sort of vision that she should have as she found her crystal. But, so far she felt nothing.
Ahsoka shut her eyes tighter, seeing only blackness and flashes of red, what if this was a sign? That she was not truly destined to be a Jedi. The Force had let her build her first lightsaber and proceeded to let her see how useless it all was. No, no…she couldn't have failed so soon!
It's already happened. It's already too late. There's nothing you can do.
Fulcrum.
She jolted, standing. The voice had seemed to be hissed directly into her ear. She began to open her mouth, ready to warn Skyguy—there was an intruder-!
He wasn't where he had just been sitting. The last words of his recitation ringing in her ears. "Skyguy? Master-?" she peeped, uncertainly. Her voice barely rose above a whisper, yet it seemed to echo around the chamber of crystals.
She closed her eyes.
There—a rush of fire and ice, a wave crashing over a tower, she cradled a boy in her arms. A woman with soft brown eyes, lines of sorrow etched into her face.. A gasp of horror—air cut off, pressure around a neck, squeezing tighter… The Living Force and its Sons.
Be mindful, daughter. He may have been born a son of suns but you are the wildfire, all consuming, a supernova, a rush of death, the beating of wings, that last death rattle.
Beware.
A sharp pain. The vision faded as quickly as it had come. She had trouble holding onto it, as the images and words rushed away as quickly as water through a sieve.
She was sitting once more—and this time, she clearly saw the way of building her next lightsaber.
The crystals now sung to her, a bright, high and cheerful melody, but one was clearer than the others.
"The Jedi is the crystal of the Force." Her Master, present again, spoke, clear and burning in the Force.
Ahsoka knew in her heart that this one would gleam as green as her last saber, which had been lost in battle, she felt a brief pang for it.
"The Force is the blade of the heart." Master Skywalker continued.
The pieces formed together, circling, locking into place, a steady glow and the hum of the crystals around them filled the caverns. She reached towards their barely formed bond and felt pride and her heart soared in response.
"All are intertwined.
The crystal, the blade, the Jedi."
It was finished, she snuck a peak at Skyguy, and he smiled back.
"We are one….Snips." Anakin added for good measure.
"In the original text, there are multiple mentions of 'fulcrum'. While others have translated it to simply mean that the Chosen One will play the central role in balancing the Force, I have found, that in analyzing the text, this 'fulcrum', should perhaps be 'Fulcrum', and even may be regarded as the true central player in the Prophecy.
The Chosen One will be granted such destiny, yet this Fulcrum can be seen as The Unchosen One: offered the chance to help or destroy, and perhaps their choices will truly define this prophecy and its subsequent outcome."
-Written by [REDACTED BY ORDER OF EMPEROR PALPATINE]