The Force Falls

by IsabelleBooker

It has been a year since the death of Darth Vader and the fall of the Empire, but ever since the victory of the Rebel forces Luke Skywalker has been nowhere to be found. After his sister, Princess Leia, and best friend, Han Solo, receive a mysterious and disturbing package thay decide it's time to search for their missing companion.

4. Chapter 4

"Leia, get behind me," Han said, shoving the princess behind him. He pulled a blaster gun out of the holster on his belt. He held it in front of him as the figure holding the light saber advanced. The being was clad in all black, shadows covering the hooded head made it impossible to identify the figure.

"Han," Leia said. Han shoved her further back but she clinged to him.

"Not the time, sweetheart." Leia yanked on Han's vest, trying to get his attention.

"Han!" She shouted in a whisper, pulling at him more.

"Just get in the ship!" Han shouted back at her. the wind was whipping sand around the two as the figure advanced.

"It's Luke, Han!" Han spun around on his heel, despite the fact the figure was almost to them.

"It can't be," Han said, taking a look at the figure over his shoulder. His hair whipped around, covering his eyes as he spoke to Leia.

"Han, it is." Han spun back around to face the figure who was no more than ten yeards away. The wind was so loud it covered all other sounds.

'Don't hurt him.'

Leia spun around. She didn't know where that was coming from, the sound of a woman's voice speaking to her, telling her not to hurt him.

"Han, did you hear that?" She shouted.

"Hear what?" He obviously hadn't. It must have just been in her head. She tried to shake it out.

'Please, don't harm him.'

There it was again. The sound of a woman's voice, echoing through her head.

"Han, put the gun down." She shouted.

"It's not Luke, Leia." Han tightened his grip on the gun.

"Han it is!" Leia reached around Han, grabbing the gun. Han would not release his grip as the two pulled on the gun both trying to get a hold of it. with one move Leia yanked the gun so hard it slipped from Hans grip and threw her backwards. Not expecting him to loose so easily, the power caused he hand to slip, pulling the trigger and shooting a blast right at Han's torso. Han fell to the ground, holding his side in pain. Leia dropped the gun and rushed to Han's side.

"Han!" Leia fell to the ground next to him holding his shoulders in her lap and his head in her hands. Han moaned in pain.

'Follow him.'

There it was, the voice, again. Leia shook it out of her mind, but then looked up to the figure. The wind had whipped his hood off and his long, sandy blonde hair was whipping around. A tear formed in the corner of Leia's eye.

"Luke."