Author's Note: Greetings all, welcome to my first posted story here on
fanfiction.net. I hope you enjoy it. And may the Force be with you as you
read it...maybe it will protect you from any harmful effects.
Disclaimer: I like disclaiming. All original characters are mine, and all unoriginal characters are not. Clever, eh?
A Special Thank-You: I would like to thank George Lucas for making this story possible.
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In a realm of light, surrounded by light, he was the light. In his eyes was light, blinding him to all but the light. There was no taste, no touch, no smell, no sense but light. And then, as he existed in this realm of light he heard a voice. A voice he knew he had heard before, a voice he knew he would hear again. And he knew what the voice meant. It was time to awaken.
"It is time for you to Walk again," she said. "Your destiny awaits."
"I am leaving this place?" he asked, fearing a world absent of Light.
"You will always reside here. Here, of all places, you Are. Go now, my friend. May the Force be with you."
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It rained. There was no wind, and the drops of water fell straight to the ground, splashing in puddles and transforming dirt into mud.
On the edge of a deep, verdant forest, not quite in the forest and not quite on the wide grassy plain that bordered the trees, stood a small hut. It was plainly crafted, made of wood and thatch and a cement-like mixture of mud and grass. Through the small window the glow of a fire spread outward into the dark and the rain. Inside, Ren stood in the center of the single room, eyes closed. Something was happening, or was about to happen. She could feel it with the Other senses she had been taught to use from childhood. But her power did not tell her what she should do, so she waited, and listened to the rain.
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A man awoke to rain pouring down on his face. He lay on his back in the mud, staring up at the sky, his body already soaked from the downpour. The rain on his bare skin felt sweet. He could feel again. He opened his mouth and felt the clean water trickle down his throat. Then he coughed, spluttering, and rolled over onto his stomach, his face in the mud.
The man tried to push himself to his feet, or even his knees, but his arms gave out. He rested, and when he felt a little more strength in his limbs he tried again. There was a light ahead of him, barely visible through the rain, and the man made for that light, struggling with a body that felt as if it had been sick for months, and was just recovering. The rain beat down on the man's back, and he struggled onward, crawling through the mud towards the light.
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Suddenly the door slammed open. Ren opened her eyes and stared at the man who stood there, leaning against the doorframe, unclothed, soaking wet. He stared up at her, grey eyes almost unseeing. His lips parted as if he wished to speak, but then he collapsed onto the dirt floor of Ren's home, unconscious.
It took Ren some time, but she struggled the man into the hut's narrow cot, dried him off with a scrap of cloth, then covered him with thick blankets woven from the wool of a reshet, a goat-like creature native to the planet. The man remained unconscious, apparently deep in sleep. Only after she had made the stranger as comfortable as possible did Ren stop to inspect him more closely.
His age was undeterminable. He could have been thirty, or he could've been much older. He was tall, broad-shouldered, but thin, almost emaciated, and his muscles were weak, as if he had not used them for some time. His hair and beard, still damp from the rain, were dark brown, with streaks of grey throughout. His skin was pale, seemingly untouched by recent sun. His face was handsome, though his cheeks were hollow. It seemed almost as if the man had been without food for a very great time.
Ren looked down at the man for a moment, then smiled and nodded to herself. Closing her eyes, she reached out with her mind to contact her brethren. They were so close that it took little effort at all, and she relayed her message with ease. Their small community, now aware of what had happened, would wait for her call. When she asked, they would come, and their destinies would be fulfilled.
Ren sat by the cot for several hours, getting up once or twice to add wood to the fire. She was sitting there on the three-legged stool when the man on the cot awoke. He opened his eyes wide. They were grey, and the firelight danced in them. The man looked towards Ren.
"Who are you?" His voice was weak, almost inaudible.
Ren laid cool fingertips on his brow. "I am called Ren. Sleep now, Great One. You must regain your strength."
He settled back onto the pillows, but his brows drew together in puzzlement. "Great One? What...do you mean?"
Ren smiled, staring down at him, an expression almost of awe painted clearly on her features. "Your coming has been foretold, Great One. Now the day we have waited for all our lives has come, and you are here. Welcome, Great One. Welcome."
The man closed his eyes on the vision of the smiling young woman, and slept.
Disclaimer: I like disclaiming. All original characters are mine, and all unoriginal characters are not. Clever, eh?
A Special Thank-You: I would like to thank George Lucas for making this story possible.
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In a realm of light, surrounded by light, he was the light. In his eyes was light, blinding him to all but the light. There was no taste, no touch, no smell, no sense but light. And then, as he existed in this realm of light he heard a voice. A voice he knew he had heard before, a voice he knew he would hear again. And he knew what the voice meant. It was time to awaken.
"It is time for you to Walk again," she said. "Your destiny awaits."
"I am leaving this place?" he asked, fearing a world absent of Light.
"You will always reside here. Here, of all places, you Are. Go now, my friend. May the Force be with you."
----
It rained. There was no wind, and the drops of water fell straight to the ground, splashing in puddles and transforming dirt into mud.
On the edge of a deep, verdant forest, not quite in the forest and not quite on the wide grassy plain that bordered the trees, stood a small hut. It was plainly crafted, made of wood and thatch and a cement-like mixture of mud and grass. Through the small window the glow of a fire spread outward into the dark and the rain. Inside, Ren stood in the center of the single room, eyes closed. Something was happening, or was about to happen. She could feel it with the Other senses she had been taught to use from childhood. But her power did not tell her what she should do, so she waited, and listened to the rain.
----
A man awoke to rain pouring down on his face. He lay on his back in the mud, staring up at the sky, his body already soaked from the downpour. The rain on his bare skin felt sweet. He could feel again. He opened his mouth and felt the clean water trickle down his throat. Then he coughed, spluttering, and rolled over onto his stomach, his face in the mud.
The man tried to push himself to his feet, or even his knees, but his arms gave out. He rested, and when he felt a little more strength in his limbs he tried again. There was a light ahead of him, barely visible through the rain, and the man made for that light, struggling with a body that felt as if it had been sick for months, and was just recovering. The rain beat down on the man's back, and he struggled onward, crawling through the mud towards the light.
----
Suddenly the door slammed open. Ren opened her eyes and stared at the man who stood there, leaning against the doorframe, unclothed, soaking wet. He stared up at her, grey eyes almost unseeing. His lips parted as if he wished to speak, but then he collapsed onto the dirt floor of Ren's home, unconscious.
It took Ren some time, but she struggled the man into the hut's narrow cot, dried him off with a scrap of cloth, then covered him with thick blankets woven from the wool of a reshet, a goat-like creature native to the planet. The man remained unconscious, apparently deep in sleep. Only after she had made the stranger as comfortable as possible did Ren stop to inspect him more closely.
His age was undeterminable. He could have been thirty, or he could've been much older. He was tall, broad-shouldered, but thin, almost emaciated, and his muscles were weak, as if he had not used them for some time. His hair and beard, still damp from the rain, were dark brown, with streaks of grey throughout. His skin was pale, seemingly untouched by recent sun. His face was handsome, though his cheeks were hollow. It seemed almost as if the man had been without food for a very great time.
Ren looked down at the man for a moment, then smiled and nodded to herself. Closing her eyes, she reached out with her mind to contact her brethren. They were so close that it took little effort at all, and she relayed her message with ease. Their small community, now aware of what had happened, would wait for her call. When she asked, they would come, and their destinies would be fulfilled.
Ren sat by the cot for several hours, getting up once or twice to add wood to the fire. She was sitting there on the three-legged stool when the man on the cot awoke. He opened his eyes wide. They were grey, and the firelight danced in them. The man looked towards Ren.
"Who are you?" His voice was weak, almost inaudible.
Ren laid cool fingertips on his brow. "I am called Ren. Sleep now, Great One. You must regain your strength."
He settled back onto the pillows, but his brows drew together in puzzlement. "Great One? What...do you mean?"
Ren smiled, staring down at him, an expression almost of awe painted clearly on her features. "Your coming has been foretold, Great One. Now the day we have waited for all our lives has come, and you are here. Welcome, Great One. Welcome."
The man closed his eyes on the vision of the smiling young woman, and slept.