Chapter one: When the force saves two souls
It was the rain on Naboo that she really liked. Today was a perfect day for it, it had been hot and now it was pouring cats and dogs. Neema raised her face to the sky and enjoyed the raindrops on her skin. The patter washed away all thoughts and a pleasant rustle spread in her head. But the peace did not last long. A strong gust lashed the rain against them, which suddenly smelled of salt and algae, just like that day on the Trask water moon in the Kol-Iben system. Neema opened her eyes, but the flashback couldn't be stopped.
She was sitting on the dock again, alone in the harbor. Malika, her governess, was just out to get some food. Neema looked out at the cloudy, cold sea, her fingers tingled, her face ached from the cold drops of water from the spray. And yet she enjoyed it, it was refreshing, calming. And so different from your home.
A moment later she was in a place that was completely the opposite. It was hot, it was sandy, the smell of dust and burning beams hung in the air and stung her nose. Shots roared around them, people screamed. She was in the middle of a battle. Fear paralyzed her, she couldn't breathe and she didn't even dare. Her heart was in her throat, there was rustling in her ears. In front of her sat a red-clad, dark-haired, frightened boy who was only a little older than she was. Neema had no idea how she got here, but there was no time to speculate. The hatch opened above them and a druid aimed his arm cannon at the children. Neema screamed, stretched her hand in the direction of the druid and a surge of the force hurled him far away. The boy looked at Neema startled, but then she disappeared and a Mandalorian fighter appeared at the hatch above him, who held out his hand to him.
Neema awoke from the flashback. She remembered exactly how she suddenly sat on the jetty again and looked around in panic. With her hands she feels the sand on the jetty, which was definitely not there before. And how she got up and ran quickly to Malika. She was worried about the boy. She didn't know then that he was saved by the Mandalorians.
Neema smiled a bittersweet smile because she knew so much more now. She went back to the house, feeling cold. After showering and drying off, she lay on her bed thinking about the second meeting with the boy.
At that time she was sitting on a cot in a spaceship. They had just got a place on a freighter that was to take them to Naboo, the home planet of her governess Malika. Neema leaned against the cold metal of the wall.
Suddenly the environment changed. In front of her she saw a boy huddled asleep on a bed. She looked around, it appeared to be a Mandalorian dormitory. On the bedside table was a patch with his name: Din. Neema looked into the boy's face. It was him, the boy from the hatch. Her heart jumped for joy, and when it came down it broke. Yes, he was safe. The Mandalorians had adopted him as their foundling. But his parents must have died in the attack as a result. A lump formed in Neema's throat and tears welled up in her eyes. A tear escaped her flooded eye. She wiped them away. He was safe and he was in a place where he would be well looked after, even if it will be a tough life, he will not be alone and alive. She looked at his face. You could still see that he had been crying. She looked at his dark, slightly curly hair, beautifully curved eyebrows, full eyelashes and a nose that was still childlike. She smiled. Neema remembered that his skin was bronze and his eyes were brown. She knew it was probably the last time she would see his face. The boy opened his eyes and saw the smiling girl who had saved him. He wanted to say something, she could still see his mouth opening, but then she disappeared again.
Back on the freighter, Neema took a deep breath. "Everything OK with you?" Malika asked worriedly. "Yes, I only dreamed briefly and it was very real." Malika nodded, sat down next to her and took her in her arms.
Neema smiled when she thought of that moment. What Malika had done for her and what she had become for her was incredible.
Malika had accompanied her without hesitation when she had to flee from her home planet. When she was six years old, the force germinated in her. Soon it was so strong that she could no longer hide it, but on her home planet it was a death sentence. Power users were not welcome. Her parents decided that she had to flee. In order not to be discovered, the two traveled off the trade routes and took almost two years to get to Naboo, Malika's home planet.