The Final Prophecy
by Bloody Murder
Chapter 4
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The high pitched screams cut through the calm atmosphere of the clearing, the beautiful flowers surrounding her turned into the faces of everyone she had lost. All of them blaming her for their deaths. Her failure. They were familiar figures and unknown ones. They chanted a mantra, blaming her.
She felt her knees weaken, and she fell. Suddenly everything stopped. The hateful faces, the screams, the clearing. She looked around dumbfounded and stood up, her tear stricken face looked frantic.
Everything around her was dark. The only light that permitted her to see was the light of her own body, her presence on the force.
"Why, Jaya, why did you let me die?" Jaina Solo turned to the figure next to her. And took a step back, while shaking her head in refusal.
"No! Anakin, I didn't let you die! Please! Anakin! Believe me! I didn't let you die! Please…" sobs racked her body, and she fell once again to her knees, this time her fists pounding on the invisible ground, "Anakin, you have to believe me! I wanted to go to you! Please, Anakin."
His features contorted into a snare, his ice blue eyes narrowed," That's not true, Jaina. You abandoned me. You are nothing but a deserter. A traitor. Yun- Harla."
"No that's not true, I'm not a traitor, please Anakin believe me!" by now she was desperate.
"Everyone near you will eventually fall, everything will be your fault. One by one, they'll join the force. One by one will die until you are all alone."
"No! Anakin! No!"
Everything changed, instead of dark a glowing lichen lightened everything.
She was in a room, a throne made of spikes in the middle of a raised dais. The throne was covered with blood, and sitting on top of it, was a Yuuzhan Vong female, giving orders, or al least she appeared to be. They were alone in the room. The only difference between the common Vong female and her, was that she didn't have any transplants, and her nose was complete. But, still, a colorful pattern of tattoos covered her body.
She turned her head toward her and her brandy brown eyes met hers.
"So, the powerful Jaina Solo is here at last. I've been waiting for you," she looked at her with contempt," A twin. A perfect sacrifice for me, with a perfect body also. You'll be so useful. Your powers will let me conquer this galaxy for once and for all. Yuuzhan Vong will come victorious in the end."
"I'll never help you! The Vong won't win," she raised her chin and, squared her shoulders. The other being took a whip from her side and stood up.
"Oh, you'll see. You will come to me eventually. But right now, you'll learn humility," she shook her whip, and slashed it at her. This caused her to almost scream. But thanks to her Jedi training, she didn't," You're strong that's good. For now I will let you go."
She whipped her again and again, until she lost consciousness.
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"Jaina, wake up."
Her body ached everywhere, she remembered her livid dream and wasn't surprised.
"Jag," she reached out for him in the Force, just to feel his comforting presence was healing for her. Unconsciously, she reached out with her hand, and was met with Jag's.
"I'm here, don't worry, everything is to be okay."
"Oh Jag," she burst into tears," Jag"
Her sobs where probably heard through the whole corridor, and Jag put his arms around her. Letting her sob in his bare chest. He held her tight until her sobs were mere sniffles.
They were so focused in each other, that they didn't see Han Solo, enter the room. The furious look in his face was enough to scare a Hutt. When he spoke his voice was cold as Hoth.
"What do you think you doing?"
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