Chapter Twenty-five
Trouble was certainly not a stranger to Noaa'lan Narundi and neither was injury. Often, when he would overstep his boundaries and get himself in over his head, Noaa'lan would find himself in the hands of jedi healers. His father constantly admonished him about this less-than-desirable character trait. Once again, he was relying on the skills of trained healers to save his life. Once again, he should have been paying more attention before he got himself into trouble.
Noaa'lan's mind was working overtime as his body burned with fever. Strange dreams almost always came when he was this feverish, but few of them had ever predicted the future like his normal dreams could. Most of the time they were just a hodgepodge of random events and thoughts from the previous day. However, tonight that strange muddle caught Noaa'lan by surprise.
He saw pictures flicker before his eyes as if they were part of a poorly constructed holoflick. A blond young man, probably in his mid-twenties, seemed to be waiting for someone to join him out on a balcony. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, so Noaa'lan assumed that someone was a woman. Something about the young man seemed strikingly familiar, and that helped to spark Noaa'lan's curiosity. He saw the man's face light up as a cloaked figure approached. The young man pulled the young woman into a warm embrace and then pulled down the hood to her cloak. He kissed her passionately, running his fingers through long ebony hair.
The woman seemed like she was hiding something, and she tried to pull her hood back up, but the young man would have none of that. She grew increasingly agitated as he continued to kiss her, desperately trying to calm him down. She had something to say to him, and it was obvious that it was urgent. Noaa'lan speculated that maybe she'd found another lover. She would have no such luck, because before she got a chance to speak the young man stopped kissing her suddenly. He stared dumbfounded at something on her neck and then his expression changed dramatically. It was as if someone has just taken a force pike and gutted him with it. The young man's face seemed even more familiar with this new expression, although Noaa'lan still couldn't pinpoint it. The expression only lasted for a split second, and then was replaced with one of intense fury. Before the woman could say what she had been waiting to say to him he stormed off, fists clenched. Only then did Noaa'lan recognize him. However, he was not prepared for what he saw next. The young woman spun around in panic and finally her face was visible to Noaa'lan. There could be no mistaking her for anyone.
"Mother." Noaa'lan whispered hoarsely.
Trouble was certainly not a stranger to Noaa'lan Narundi and neither was injury. Often, when he would overstep his boundaries and get himself in over his head, Noaa'lan would find himself in the hands of jedi healers. His father constantly admonished him about this less-than-desirable character trait. Once again, he was relying on the skills of trained healers to save his life. Once again, he should have been paying more attention before he got himself into trouble.
Noaa'lan's mind was working overtime as his body burned with fever. Strange dreams almost always came when he was this feverish, but few of them had ever predicted the future like his normal dreams could. Most of the time they were just a hodgepodge of random events and thoughts from the previous day. However, tonight that strange muddle caught Noaa'lan by surprise.
He saw pictures flicker before his eyes as if they were part of a poorly constructed holoflick. A blond young man, probably in his mid-twenties, seemed to be waiting for someone to join him out on a balcony. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, so Noaa'lan assumed that someone was a woman. Something about the young man seemed strikingly familiar, and that helped to spark Noaa'lan's curiosity. He saw the man's face light up as a cloaked figure approached. The young man pulled the young woman into a warm embrace and then pulled down the hood to her cloak. He kissed her passionately, running his fingers through long ebony hair.
The woman seemed like she was hiding something, and she tried to pull her hood back up, but the young man would have none of that. She grew increasingly agitated as he continued to kiss her, desperately trying to calm him down. She had something to say to him, and it was obvious that it was urgent. Noaa'lan speculated that maybe she'd found another lover. She would have no such luck, because before she got a chance to speak the young man stopped kissing her suddenly. He stared dumbfounded at something on her neck and then his expression changed dramatically. It was as if someone has just taken a force pike and gutted him with it. The young man's face seemed even more familiar with this new expression, although Noaa'lan still couldn't pinpoint it. The expression only lasted for a split second, and then was replaced with one of intense fury. Before the woman could say what she had been waiting to say to him he stormed off, fists clenched. Only then did Noaa'lan recognize him. However, he was not prepared for what he saw next. The young woman spun around in panic and finally her face was visible to Noaa'lan. There could be no mistaking her for anyone.
"Mother." Noaa'lan whispered hoarsely.
