Luke was no stranger to the hot weather, how could he be while living on the dessert planet under the watchul scorching gaze of the twin suns. But nothing could prepare him for the waves of heat, so intense and almost unbearable, when he opened his eyes and was not in his room anymore. Fire and smoke and lava were everywhere. Smoke was filling his lungs and choking him, making him coughing violently. And in the middle of this raging inferno, two people were fighting vicious and deadly duel and Luke's heart started racing as he saw the young man who was so achingly familiar.
He did never seen him before but he felt like his soul knew him for his whole short life, like he was connected to him since his birth, just not realizing it until now. Like his face, twisted in the mix of anger desperation, awakened something which was always there, hidden and sleeping, waiting for this moment.
The sudden wave of dread together with the searing pain through both his legs and one arm crushed him and he fell on his knees as the fight in front of him took the drastic turn by the swishing of the bright blue blade, leaving the young man laying helplessly on the volcanic rocks, limbless, rolling slowly down, down into the fiery pit, ready to devour him while the other one was towering over him...
He wanted to run, sprint towards him and dragg him away from the scorching lava so dangerously close to what was left of the wounded man, his father, Luke was now as sure of his identity as much as he was of his own, but he couldn't move at all, feeling the echoes of all his sensations like they were his own, connected to him so deeply and inseparably, like they were two halves of the whole, one of which just being slowly burnt and fading...
Luke couldn't now focus on anything more as the wave of scorching heat was consuming his small form the same way like it was devouring the limbless body of his father.
Emotions which were not his, were surging through his mind, through his heart, and soul.
He vaguely felt the echoes of something when one who caused this, unknown and yet somehow familiar, was yelling something he couldn't recognize past the pain, fear and the liquid fire of hate. The man turned away and everything begin to fade, though the sense of intense burning reminded. The fiery, hellish landscape all around him was swallowed by dark es yet the heat did not go away.
Even after his eyes opened wide and he was back in the familiar room in the middle of the desert night, it was like his whole body was still on fire despite his body being whole and unharmed. He was shaking and the drops sweat were forming on his forehead. He didn't make any sounds though his throat felt like he just screamed his lungs out. Every breath hurt at the last echoes of sensations which still felt so real. He knew they were. It happened.
Just not to him. At least in the physical way, because even with no burns eating his own skin and flesh away, no missing limbs, all he felt just moments before was like he went through it himself. The searing pain all over his body, the scorching heat swallowing him, the anger and crushing feeling of betrayal at the one ho caused this... It all happened to his father. He knew it. He was sure of it. And it was tearing him appart the way he never knew something could.
The fever slowly faded away in folowing days, but things were never the same again. That night was not the last one when Luke had a dream of fire...
