Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OCs, Star Wars belongs to Lucasfilm and Disney. Many thanks as suaual to my cowriter zazabelle. This is the last prewritten chapter we have completed, so there may be a delay inbetween this and the next chapter. I apologize in advance. Anyways, please enjoy the latest chapter of Free Reign!

Rating: T

I was drifting about in a dream, I think. There were a lot of explosions going on and people shooting at people and people getting shot.

I reached for the lightsaber I wasn't suppose to have before I felt fire blaze through my leg.

My eyes flew open.

My body shot up from bed and I was already walking before my mind was totally comprehending that I was awake. I stopped in my path halfway to the door of my room and rubbed my eyes sleepily. Looking around, I noticed the small sunbeam from the hole in my roof as it brought in the sounds of wildlife. I began laughing to myself as I spun around in the warm and fast moving energy of the sun, my bare feet seemingly weightless on the cool stone floor. I don't why I was laughing, it just felt good.

As for the usual start to my day, I felt something pull at my heartstrings, urging me towards the door of my room.

A smile stretched across my face.

"Hold on a second, at least let me put my clothes on. But thanks for the heads up, I'm glad we have work to do!" My voice spoke, erupting into the peaceful silence as I spoke to my guide.

I looked around my home of five years as I began to throw my clothes on and adjust my armor pieces. Finding this place after the crash hadn't been easy. My guide's home was so heavily hidden amongst the forest, the sprawling buildings looked more like a small mountain range covered in grasses and vines.

I had learned a long time ago, from the guide's home, that it was actually called the Force. It was nice to be on a first name basis with it, but I had yet to be answered on my constant question to it which was 'what kind of name is the Force? That sounds like a title?' but we still had time to get to know each other better, after all, five years was nothing to an energy that has always and will always exist.

Slapping the buckles on my boots down, I rose from the floor and reached for my trench coat to start the day off right. Gripping the smooth fabric in my hands, I slipped the comfortable weight onto my shoulders. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in and let my eyes close as I began to walk for the door to my room.

The darkness in my eyelids enveloped the room. Holding my hand out in front of me, I pushed at the Force as I began sensing the little obstacles scattered across the floor of my room. I began to place one foot in front of the other.

Pebble. Another pebble. Some other things- probably a crack, just don't step there. I tried to identify the objects beyond my closed eyes when my hand came in contact with the smooth door.

I opened my eyes with a smile as I turned to look at how I did.

I knew just from living here long enough that the floor would always be covered in little pebbles and cracks and glass shards, but mixing them up on my floor in the dark every night before I went to bed made for a great sensing practice… I think.

Most of the little boxed up holograms here required students train with a master, and there weren't too many solo practices I could learn without already being a full blown master, so I made up training exercises for myself.

Shaking myself from my thoughts, I reached for the panel to open the door.

Nothing.

Crouching down in front of it, I began vigorously pressing the button as fast as possible until I decided that it wasn't working, as usual, and I would have to just pry the door open from the space between the two panels, also as usual.

It annoyed me on a regular basis but I refrained from complaining, after all, this temple was super old. But, it was the Force's home, so I loved it.

The door finally squeaked open and I stepped out of my room and on the inner courtyard "balcony". The cool morning sunlight shone down through my "skylight". In reality, this place was in ruins. My balcony used to have another wall to it, with probably more rooms on the other side, but half of a hallway is probably better identified as a balcony than a hallway. My skylight, on the same note, was actually a huge hole in this wing of the temple's ceiling that stretched all the way down to the ground floor. From what I can tell from the other "balconies" above and below me, whatever had shot, fallen, or blown through this place had gone through about seven floors and had nearly hollowed out the building. Pipes had blown and now the ground floor was littered with sparkling waterfalls and lively ponds, and with a completely abandoned temple all to yourself, I know for a fact that no one cares if you take a bath in those or just walk around naked in general, not as fun as it had sounded at first though.

Beginning my walk through the guide's daily path, I smiled and simply enjoyed the small purple and white birds with their long trailing tails flitting around through the sunlight and diving down to the shadowed pools below to pick at the vines and grass holding nearly every part of the temple together by sheer will.

I smiled and laughed again. Skipping once into the air, I broke into a sprint down the half-hall. Feeling my heart beating in my chest, my coattails flying like wings behind me, and my brown hair going up in tangles with the little wind that had picked up through the hollow building, my mind began to race with the stream. I looked next to me in the empty space as I imagined creatures of every color and size racing along with me. Scales, tentacles, fur, all running and flying along with me to who-know-where the Force was guiding me today.

"Kar-ab!" I shouted in joy as I tumbled forward doing a somersault across the floor before springing to my feet pretending to extend my hand and send an enemy flying with the help of my guide.

My feet and hands began to imitate the motions of the Jedi I had watched on in the holograms.

Duck! Tumble! Punch! Jab!

"Force jump!" I yelled in excitement as I lept into the air.

Of course, I felt the Force surrounding me, but I didn't jump any higher than usual. That had never worked before, but everyday was worth a shot! Every moment here was worth a shot.

My feet slowed to a jog.

I became aware of the trinkets lying heavy in my pocket. All six.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

When I opened them, there they were.

"Hey guys! How are you?" I spoke to my family.

"We're fine as always Vis, where are you off to today?" Gu-el, a Twi'lek and the co-pilot/my honorary brother asked with a smile.

"Oh I'm not sure yet! I think my guide wants me to go reset one of my traps which might mean someone's breaking in today but I'm still not sure." I said with a smile.

"Well your instincts have never been wrong before so be sure of yourself!" Abedmalech, our captain spoke firmly.

"Ok, I will!"

I watched my mother step forward.

Her human face standing out among the rest of my family.

"How are you doing my dear?" She asked coming up and placing her hand on my almost human face.

I closed my eyes at her touch and smiled.

"I'm doing fine. I love it here, even though I don't know where here is. But my guide loves it, so I love it!" I smiled up at her hanging my hand on her arm.

"Don't you ever get lonely here all by yourself?" she asked with worry in her eyes.

"Oh course not! I have my guide, and the birds, and whatever I imagine to talk to! And you guys of course!"

"Oh my darling…" she bit her lip, "We love you so much."

"I love you guys too."

"Well we're holding you up so we'll let you be on your way then!" My mom said with a smile as she began backing up to the rest of the group.

"What are you talking about!? I ALWAYS have time for you guys! You don't have to go yet!" I smile desperately as I began to walk towards them my hand out stretched.

But they were gone.

I lowered my hand and looked around the ruins of the temple.

I laughed a little under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut.

My imagination is always an amazing thing to keep around.

And as always, the Force pulled at me to keep going forward. I sighed and wiped my nose on my sleeve.

"Don't worry guys… I'll protect this place no matter what! I have a job to do!" I nearly screamed as I pulled myself out of it.

Lying around feeling sad never got me anywhere with my day and that always made my guide sad too. Jogging down the hallway, I made it to the end and turned to the sheer drop leading down to the ground floor. The old ladder that might've been apart of a service tunnel still clung to the wall. Reaching for it, my fingers clung to the rails as I made my way down step by step.

I had made it a game quite a while ago to move one level up once a month and make it an effort to sleep in every room in the temple. I mean, why not? Plus, I've made so many bunk beds at this point I don't feel even the slightest bit deprived.

I reached the bottom rungs as I felt a draft of cool forest air flowing in from outside. I let go of the rung and let myself fall the remaining inches down. For the moment I was airborne, I let my sense flare out as I sensed the stones and pebbles below. Maneuvering my legs I tried to land where the stones were not. My boot hit the floor and went sliding out from under me causing me to land on my butt. I looked across the cracked beige stone that made up the debilitated floor and saw the patch of moss my foot had slid on, completely smushed.

"Come on Vis, moss is alive that should've been easy." I mumbled to myself as I wiggled up off the floor.

I looked across the lower level floor that seemed to stretch on endlessly, then to the gaping opening I assumed had once been a "grand entrance" of some kind, now vines had overtaken the opening and the sunlight streaming through was the temple's only guests.

I closed my eyes.

I took a deep breath.

I raised my hand in front of me.

The force flowing through me began to wrap itself through my veins, flowing into my wrists, then my hand, and connected with the energy outside myself.

It jolted through my body.

The vibrating life moving through everyone, everything. The stones, the vines, the sunlight, the birds, their movement moved the air. Expending energy and gaining energy all at once. Nothing ever dying, just moving.

My breath was heavy as I stretched myself thin through the paths. The movements and possible outcomes of futures waiting for me to create. Things the Force wanted me to find or do that would benefit myself and its cause.

This was my purpose.

This was my strength.

I am a servant of the Force, the one protecting this temple and its knowledge, the one being protected by its master.

My eyes opened.

"Reset my traps then go to the library. Got it!"

I sprinted towards the right hand side of the temple to a small opening in the ground and jumped through to the dark passages below.

I laid my hand along the mossy wall and the veins of the temple began to glow. I ran along with them, as they vibrated and flowed with the blue light of a content and calm spirit.

Regarding my path for the day, I knew nothing was happening yet, but that didn't mean it wouldn't. I was guessing more bandits were to be the culprit. Different groups had come snooping around in the past, what they were looking for I didn't know, but I also didn't care. This temple was for me and my guide.

I came to the crossroads of the passageways, without hesitation I went to the left, my legs telling me where to go. I saw up ahead one of the openings to the sky letting sunlight pour in. My guide pushing me forward I came to the opening and jumped to grab onto the edges of the dirt and grass making up the surface above. Wiggling my way out of the ground like a locust, I looked around for my boobie traps.

"Heh, boobie trap." I laughed to myself as I walk carefully towards the net in the grass. It had been sprung, but no person was inside. "I wonder what walked across this thing…"

Shrugging, because I only had the nagging sense this was important but the feeling wasn't screaming in my face, so I went about just trying to reset it without the sleeping darts nicking me in the process.

I went and climbed the tree I had attached it to. Every heart shaped leaf was tipped with the fainted purple and smelled like a million bottles of perfume. My nose always burned at the scent of them, so I can't even imagine having allergies. Luckily for me the strong smell hid the equally powerful smell of the sleep poison loaded in the dart sticks glued to the trees to pierce the ones that got trapped in the net.

Shimmying along the huge branch, I go to the ropes wound up in the spring loaded gears and grabbed on. I slid off and the net came down with me, lowering me to the floor until I heard a satisfying click when the ropes were relocked into place. I looked up at the dart sticks hidden in the branches.

"Note to self: review hologram box on blow darts, those would be way better if you can figure them out." With that I felt my path here clear, my mission was completed. Time for breakfast!

I skipped over to the opening in the grass and jumped through, back into the passage.

Walking this time, my eyes followed the beautiful blue veins that flowed through the entire temple from head to toe whenever I reached out with the Force to touch the inside of the walls, or laid my hand to the cracking stones like an old friend. I think the temple appreciated my friendly touch.

For the longest time I wondered where the veins came from and how they worked. And as always, my guide would take me by my hand and we would go explore the library for answers. Besides setting up traps and defending the temple from future intruders and practicing my connections, I read about everything there is to read about.

Holocrons, which I call hologram boxes or (hologram triangles if they were the angry ones), they held most of my answers but they didn't have the same feel to them as scrolls. The scrolls were as old as dirt with more questions about the Force than answers, they almost fall apart in my hands, but they're so beautiful. They don't just give me answers, the give me questions to drift about in, and history in which to reenact and finish. They leave me with something to question and I think that's way more important. If we didn't question anything, then how would new information ever be made? How would new information ever be discovered if someone wasn't brave enough to question the right things. They may sound stupid, maybe they sound crazy, but it might make someone think in a good way about the universe, then a story can begin and they can be guided too. If I can do that someday, just speak the truth and inspire someone to think, I think I might complete some kind of other purpose the Force wants for me, though who can tell really? We are all connected to so many threads.

I found myself having wandered to the passage hole beneath the library. I smiled and ran to the stairs this passage hole still clung onto. Emerging into the light, I spun about in place as I watched the transparent energy in between the air swirling about about before my eyes and clustered about the cases of holoboxes and holotriangles and scrolls.

"Show me the way." I laughed to my guide and I quickly bent down to touched the floor with as much flare as possible.

The veins light up below my touch run along the floor moving up the the cases. The contents bursting to life with their own respective lighting and shifting colors.

I looked around as I dusted my hands off.

From what I learned about the veins from the corrupted holofiles I got my hands on and what I half theorized was that, they were built to respond to the touch of a force wielder. From what I could tell, they were made from the same sort of crystal material as the holocrons. When I had first gotten here, nothing glowed like this. I hadn't really noticed with all the fear and anger churning me up, but things did glow, but in a different light. Mostly red, sometimes purple, sometimes yellow. It was like I was fueling the temple with one emotion and it was depicting every hue that I felt. It reminded me of the freckles on my face actually.

My mainly human appearance blocked up with the spinal ridges along my nose and forehead, and the color shifting freckles on my face.

The temple seemed to have the same blood running through its veins, but the veins, of course, only pump when they have a heart to fuel it.

I grabbed a hologram box and threw it to the Force.

My guide caught it and opened the box for me. As it opened, I walked along one of the veins and the box followed the path over to my table and chair. Hovering over the large metal table with its own glass center; it connected to the temple systems and showed me the individual files within the holocron. A Vahla woman appear from the box, she wore a simple smile on her face and her robe and garments underneath followed a similar pattern.

"Hello, I am Master Ghare and welcome to my lesson for alternatives to fighting and violence."

The holocron woman continued on in the background with something about importance of composer and peace and all that good stuff while my eyes danced about busily through the uncorrupted files for anything on blow darts and non lethal poisons.

In the back on my mind, I heard the stone walls groan ever so slightly.

Without warning I felt power go out of me and run through one of the veins.

I gasped a little and turned around as the Force began to whisper to me.

The walls groaned and cracked as they split apart and opened up.

I felt my heart racing as I stared at the new opening in the library walls leading down to where it seemed even the veins couldn't light up.

I felt fear claw at my spirit as the holocron fell silent.

The Force pushed me forward and for the first time in a long time, I refused to move.

"I think I might miss breakfast today."