Hey guys! So ... 3 months ... what the heck?!
I know I've been busy with college but I honestly thought I would get this done a month after the last post. But 3? Nu-uh.
So, I won't keep you waiting. This will be edited for corrections and such but I hope you enjoy!
The day may have been bright, but a certain pupil wasn't feeling so chipper at the moment. Georgethe was currently in a meditation room with Obi-Wan and they were doing breathing exercises. Her breathing was slow and calm and her mind was blank at the moment. But then, she felt herself wander. So many thoughts coming all at once.
Guardian. Prophecy. Family …
Her breathing grew quicker and more frequent when her mind flashed to something.
She was looking up to see herself in a small room, with wooden walls and white curtains draped on the side to let in some light. That's when she heard soft crying; a baby's crying, soon followed by a woman's angelic voice.
"There there, my little angel. I'm here." She watched as the woman picked up the bundled baby from a small basket and held her in her arms, soothing her. "I'm here."
She couldn't see the woman's face but she did see her long, dark hair and wearing a long sleeved white dress. She sounded so familiar. But who was she? As she looked on, she swore for one moment, she could see her eyes. Brown eyes. Her own eyes.
That stirred her right awake.
"Georgethe, are you alright?"
She opened her eyes to see her hands twisted together. Her breathing was ragged and hot. She felt clammy as she looked up to her master's concerned face.
"I – I'm not sure." She tried standing up but she almost fell back on her butt before Obi-Wan caught her. "Oof!"
"Careful. What's the hurry?" He helped her stand up but she kept looking forward. He raised a brow. "I can sense your uneasiness. What's wrong?" He watched as Georgethe walked away, looking out the tall windows showings the city in the distance, the hover crafts zooming over the buildings as the sun makes them dazzle brightly. "Georgethe?"
"Master, do you ever wonder … where you come from?"
He gazed steadily as he responded. "Yes. From time to time."
"You … do?" She widened her eyes. He nodded; she saw from the glass's reflection. "Where are you from?"
"Stewjon."
"Do you … miss it?"
Obi-Wan looked down, a neutral expression on his face. "I was six months old when I was taken to the Temple. I barely remember it. So, I can't really miss it as much as I like. But, the Temple is my home now." He looked back up at her, forehead creasing as he spoke seriously, "Why are you asking me about this?" Her back arched as she hugged herself. "Do you miss your old home?"
"I … I don't know." She whimpered. Obi-Wan looked stunned when she finally turned around and was trying her best not to cry. "I – I keep having these dreams, Master. I see things – he – hear things and – and I don't know what to do!" She placed her hand on her temple, feeling conflict inside as she kept going. "It doesn't matter how much I deny it and move on! It always come back!" She felt tears pricking but she felt her face heating up as she started heatedly at him. "I keep thinking of my old home, my old life, my parents! But I can't remember anything!" He stepped back as he saw her other hand starting to glow as well as her eyes. "I just – I CAN'T DO IT!" She shouted as she let out a strong Force wave, almost knocking Obi-Wan down and everything else flew to the other side of the room or crashed down. The bright glow went away and Georgethe almost came crashing down herself when Obi-Wan caught her. She moaned, holding her head.
Obi-Wan sighed, scolding her. "I told you to keep your emotions in check. You know how unstable the Force can be if you let your emotions cloud your judgment." She looked down, scowling. Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed a bit. She was definitely hanging out with Anakin too much. She was already showing his habits. Still, she wasn't fully wrong.
She startled him by hugging him, trying to make that bad moment go away. Obi-Wan gazed down on her, realizing some things.
Georgethe may be a powerful Force user, but she was still human. She had conflict inside her.
She wanted to know about her past. About her home. And her parents. Were they alive? Dead? She wanted answers.
And she never hugged him first; it was always him to give her comfort or support. But he felt her vulnerability as she hid her face in his shoulder. She needed someone right now. She needed him. He hugged her back as he spoke softly.
"But … we're not allowed to not feel at all. I shouldn't have been blind to see that you were troubled by something. I should have been more open and not so orderly as the Council expects." He felt her easing down. "As your Master, I am always here for you."
She pulled away, brushing her wet eyes, and whispered, "Thank you, Master."
He helped her up and he smiled warmly "You're welcome, my padawan."
As they hugged more, something flashed in her mind. She saw it blurry, but it hung above the basket where the baby was – where she was. She focused on it and when it finally cleared up, her eyes widened. She recognized it.
OOO
She ran so briskly that her shoulder barely touched Ahsoka's as she passed by. "Georgethe?"
Suddenly, Ahsoka felt herself getting dizzy and the light grew brighter as she saw someone else running past in Georgethe's place. It looked … like a Torgruta … like her … only older. She looked worried, almost scared. Then, in one moment, she was gone and the light zapped away. Ahsoka fell on her knees, clutching her chest as she panted. 'What was that?' Ahsoka looked back to where her friend ran off and narrowed her eyes. 'Was it you?'
Georgethe barged into their shared quarters and almost tripped over her own feet as she flew into her room.
"That talisman … I know it's in here somewhere." She muttered to herself as she dove under her bed and dragged out a small wooden box. She took of the lid and dug through it past faded papers of writing, small colored pebbles and stones, tiny petals and fake jewels until she found it at the bottom. The talisman. The same one from the memory. She pulled it out and frowned as she gazed at it. It looked exactly the same as when it was with her when she was left on the steps of the temple as a baby. She then gazed at it with teary eyes.
Her mind filled with memories, piecing together that one moment only a Force sensitive being could remember when they were an infant.
"What are you trying to tell me, Mom?"
OOO
Georgethe had never felt so lost in her life. She sat on the stone steps in the empty courtyard, tenderly brushing the small woven treasure with her fingers, deep in her thoughts.
'Mom gave this to me, to keep me safe from harm. It was … her good luck charm. She … she must have left it with me … when she left me. But why? I don't remember that part but … why would you give me up? Why can't I remember anything else? Where we lived? Where were you? Where was my … father? Why?'
She felt herself close to tears again when a warm, amused voice spoke out.
"I thought I'd find you here." She turned around to see Anakin standing there, arms crossed but he was grinning and it put her mind at ease. "I've been looking for you."
"What is it? Is something wrong?" She grew concerned but she saw him grin more.
"Always the thoughtful one." She raised a brow but felt pleased. "Nope, nothing's wrong. I was just going to ask if you wanted to go out with me and Ahsoka tonight? We're going to hang out in the city for a bit." Georgethe nodded but she looked distant. Now he grew concerned. "Are you okay?" She nodded numbly. Anakin narrowed his eyes. "Come on kid, what is it?" She made a whining noise, not up for chatting anymore. "You can tell me anything, remember?" He walked up to sit next to her. She looked down even more. "Please?" He dragged out the word pleadingly, making her frown crack into a grin. "Hey, I see that! Now, you have to come out."
She sighed in defeat. "Oh alright. I … lately I've been thinking about where I come from. My old home. My parents. I keep having strange feelings about them. And just a while ago, I had a memory of it. I don't know how but … I think that … the Force helped me remember it from such a young age. And I … I saw myself with my mom." She stayed silent, waiting for some kind of response to that. However, Anakin waited for her to continue when he saw the dream-catcher in her still clutching hands. He nudged his arm in hers, nodding his head at the trinket.
"This was hers. It always hung above me; it's been said they keep away bad dreams. It …" She almost whimpered when she felt his hand squeezing her shoulder lightly, comforting her. She breathed calmly and finished, " … it was with me when I was left at the Temple. It was dark and raining and cold, so so cold." She actually whimpered and started shivering from a sudden chill coming over her.
When suddenly, one arm wrapped around her and pulled her to Anakin's side, his hand rubbing up and down her arm to keep her warm. Finally, she let the tears roam free as her face leaned into the crook of his neck, his chin on top of her head, as they stayed in comforting silence as they looked up at the ancestral tree, the leaves blowing freely in the sky.
"I still don't know why she left me. Maybe she didn't want me after all. Maybe I wasn't worth it." she murmured.
"Ssh. Don't say that. Of course you're worth it." She blushed at that. "Look, the past can ruin your future if you allow it."
"Master Yoda used to tell me that."
"Well, he's right. What matters is what's happening now. You may have been alone before, but not anymore. Now you have … us." She dared move away a bit to look at him only to have him brush her tears away. His arm still wrapped around her as he squeezed her again. "Okay?" She nodded numbly, still uncertain. He frowned before getting up when he realized that to him, she looked so small sitting on those steps. So small … Anakin grinned. "Shorty."
Now that drew her attention. "Huh?"
"Shorty."
She pouted and her eyes narrowed in annoyance. "I am not short! I am quite tall for my age, I'll have you know."
"You sure about that? You look so small just sitting there. It's actually kinda cute." Anakin teased, smirking.
She gaped. "Oh no you didn't! I am not cute! I am just modern. Studiously, hard working, neatly modern! Unlike some people I know," she ranted. Suddenly, she yelped but giggled as Anakin grabbed her from behind. "Hey! Put me down!"
"Eh … nope!" He hugged her as her legs swayed in mid air.
"Is this amusing to you?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
She whined but she made no attempt to break free. Being this close to Anakin was making her feel less anxious and more fluttered. Plus, she didn't feel that worrisome anymore. But this was just what she needed. He laughed some more, swinging her around before letting her down, keeping her steady as he grabbed her hand. "Now come on. Ahsoka's probably waiting."
Georgethe nodded before keeping her treasure secure in her free hand. Maybe Anakin was right. The present is what matters. I mean, you can't just change the past …
Right?
BTW, that last line was hinting at the future sequels to this. ;)
Anyway, guys, thank you so much for the continued support on this, the faves, follows and your love for this. And we're halfway through! But it's still a long road ahead, for me especially.
Now, I think I'm going to continue this by asking if we can get 10 more faves and follows on this as it does mean a heck of a lot to me. And the next part is gonna be a lengthy one and after that, things will get intense!
Sorry again for the long wait, guys! I'm really giving my best on this and since Star Wars is a constant love of mine, I'm not stopping on this.
So, until next time, bye guys! :)