"Ouch!" He yelped, his eyes opening to meet the
olive gaze of Kyp Durron. Despair filled him as the inside of Jaina's living
room came into focus.
"Did you just kick me?" Brodey cried in annoyance.
"Maybe. Get up," Kyp said sternly.
"Not a chance," Brodey muttered defiantly, flopping back against the pillows and
turning his back on his master.
"If you don't want a good kidney shot right now, you might want to reconsider,"
Kyp stated menacingly. "Everybody else is up already."
Brodey flopped back onto his other side, dropping his bare feet to the floor as
he pushed himself upright.
"That's not the reason why you kicked me, was it?" Brodey observed, sensing that
Kyp's displeasure stemmed from something not quite so superficial.
"You were talking in your sleep. Rather loudly, in fact," Kyp said with a sneer.
"What was I saying?" Brodey asked, the events from his dream abruptly rushing
back into his head.
"Something about a wedding, and you said you loved someone," Kyp replied with a
shrug. "I really was afraid you were going to wake up Jaina."
"Ah, so she isn't awake," Brodey said, raising his voice slightly. "You woke me
up, prevented me from discovering the identity of my bride, all because you were
afraid I'd wake up a drunk?"
"Take it easy, Brodey!" Kyp whispered, his voice taking on a softer edge. "It
was only a dream."
"That's what you think," Brodey hissed crossly. "I never dream. I have visions,
either of the past or of the future. What I saw was real, or rather, it will
be."
"Oh," Kyp muttered, and then he just stood there silently with his mouth open.
He looked like he was searching for something encouraging to tell Brodey, and he
finally found it. "At least you know you won't always be single."
"Ha ha," Brodey laughed sarcastically. "The really freaky thing was that, in the
vision, my family was still alive!"
Kyp paused for a second, pondering what Brodey had just told him. Kyp knew
first-hand that the dark side could be deceiving, and he wondered if Brodey's
family was only made to look dead.
"Are you sure you saw them dead?" Kyp asked.
"I thought I was sure. The place inside where I used to feel their presence is
totally empty," He replied, looking unsure.
"You don't think that could be faked, do you?"
"It would take a jedi master of considerable pow – oh, I'm an idiot!" Brodey
exclaimed.
"Why?" Kyp asked inquisitively.
"It all makes sense now!" Brodey cried, jumping up from the couch to pace around
the room. "My uncle, a formidable dark jedi, is blocking me from coming in
contact with my family. He's the one that faked their deaths. He just wanted
everybody out of the way, not dead."
"Really considerate of him," Kyp jested, rolling his eyes.
"Guys," Called a weak voice. "Can you maybe bring it down a notch? My head is
pounding."
"Told you she was going to wake up," Kyp reprimanded, his green eyes flashing
with displeasure.
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