Disclaimer: I own all non Star Wars characters but one who will appear in the next chapter. All Star Wars characters are not mine. You can't use them. If you want to know more about them without the long wait between chapters, email me and ask. I'll explain everything about the history of the Earth characters...
A/N: This chapter is very confusing. It's meant to be. The rain, the lights, the powers, and this newly mentioned character will explain themselves in due time, I hope. Darth Warious, I hope you don't mind, but I'm using your Sith character because I don't know a thing about Count Dooku. So I've put you in... you'll appear in more detail the next chapter.
Random note: I've wrote with the OCs before. This story was started so that I could experiment with a few plots, and different ideas later on in the timeline without ruining the old plot.
Shadow...
It was everywhere, and yet-- wasn't.
She faced it everywhere. There was nothing but darkness.
Each day seemed as an entire lifetime.
And she could not escape the endless drifting-- through space and time.
How many years had passed? Or was it years?
Lifetimes of men had passed, and yet not.
Mere seconds took years to pass.
And there was nothing left but to drift in an endless darkness where all was silent.
Until the time would come, the time that was not there.
Endless rain...
Why did it always rain?
Tiana groaned as she pulled herself to her feet. How long was I unconscious? she thought. My head hurts. And one more thought: Where am I?
Wherever she was, the area had an overhanging that covered her from the rain. The rain dripped, falling of the edge of the overhanging; running to land in a puddle below.
It was light again, the heavy darkness had lifted: she could see now. There was no longer the endless darkness, and stifling air. There was a change in the world now.
And it definitely wasn't a bit like Earth.
There was something very non-earthlike about the place; something that seemed like only in a movie. Very different from Earth.
She stood there and contemplated all this.
As she stood there and thought, Tiana became aware of a bitter throbbing in her temples. She reached up to rub her head, which only made it worse.
And then she was conscious of one standing behind her.
The rain continued to fall, pelting the streets of Corascuant with water droplets. Peacefully falling, unaware of anything that happened, and it would remain that way even if the Corascuant faced destruction. There was nothing that could stop the rain completely.
Tiana faced a young black cloaked female with piercing blue eyes.
And there was power behind those eyes.
No, not just power. Darkness. A powerful darkness.
It held her entranced, whatever there was that lay behind those eyes, it was strong enough to hold her captive.
The pain in her head increased, but Tiana was able to fight it off through sheer determination.
She became conscious of a steady humming noise as a lightsaber snapped to life in front of her.
The pain in her head became too much to handle, and Tiana slumped forwards, in a Force induced comma.
She had always hated the feeling of falling. And yet, Destiny knew that she wasn't falling. But just the mere feeling that came with magical teleporting was similar to falling, and worked the same way.
Unless one was skilled in their own powers, they would fall.
It had been so long since Destiny had had reason to use her powers, though she was more powerful than any would think. She still trusted that she could catch herself; she knew she was still that powerful, even with a magic shield placed around the worlds.
But the feeling still annoyed her.
One second was all it took, a mere moment. With the teleporting over space and time; across the worlds though, it seemed like a lifetime that it took.
And it was always dark. There was no escaping the shadows that lay in the path between worlds.
They taunted her; the shadow knew who she was. Destiny fought the feeling. "By the Seven Stones," she cried, "you have no power over me! I am your master!"
With that, the shadows began to fade. They knew her, who she was, that she was the one who had defeated their wielder.
And yet, all this took place in seconds.
Within a moment, she was on firm ground again, with all the dizziness of the Three Worlds pounding in her head.
A new power was there too, not unlike the powers that Talnaver and Jayron had worked so hard to master, the powers called, so simply: the New Power. She had never been able to handle these powers in the same manner as them.
But now a power so similar coursed through her body-- she could feel the world as it was, recognize the people that were there, feel the area.
It was the power of the Force, though she did not know this.
With her old powers that she no longer used, came the Force of this world. The world of the Future was strong in this power; there was something about it.
But, as she had been powerful before, the Force was strong with her as well. Though untrained, she still had power; a sense in the world-- a sixth sense to follow.
As it was new to her though, it shocked her, catching her in a rare moment as off-guard.
It took a moment for her to register that she was not the only person there...
Rain fell steadily, and two others watched it fall, as it dripped down, a steady pulsing rhythm.
One was middle-aged perhaps, but still young, and the other was but a teenager, with a braid hanging over his right shoulder. The older one had longer hair. A sign of status? she questioned, in her mind.
The younger one noticed her now, pointing her out quietly to the older one. He scrutinized her face, looking for some form of recognition. Finding none, the younger one stepped up to her-- almost challengingly. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"Padawan," said the other one-- the older one-- warningly.
The younger one stepped back, an unreadable expression crossing his face as he went to stand beside the older one again.
"I am Obi-Wan Kenobi," said the older one, as way of introduction, "Jedi Knight. This is my Padawan: Anakin Skywalker. And who might you be?"
Quick, and straight to the point. But less curt than Anakin.
"I am Destiny Webb," Destiny replied. She had thought maybe, to use an alias, but then thought better of it, and went with her rightful name, though she dropped the titles that she had acquired over the years that seemingly should not've been there. "Where am I?"
Anakin held an expression that said she should've known. And Destiny knew quite well that she should've known. But she didn't. And so she asked.
"Corascuant," replied the older one.. no, Obi-Wan was his name. She vowed to remember that.
"Why are you here?" demanded Anakin, forgetting his place. But this time Obi-Wan let him get away with the sharp question, though almost grudgingly. He had intended on asking the same thing, seemingly.
"Because of Shadow." The reply came easily to Destiny's lips; she had said the same words may years ago, before the worlds had changed, to one who no longer lived. But this time the words had a different context, they were an answer to a simple question, not to a question with more depth.
At Obi-Wan and Anakin's clueless expressions, Destiny's face darkened. "Then you do not know of the past," she said softly, grimly. "I believe that I have much explaining to do..."
Her face was grim as they walked into the shelter of the Jedi Temple.
Outside, the rain continued to pelt the streets in an endless torrent of little water droplets.
With darkness there was always hope. But that had been abandoned by her years ago.
There was no longer hope.
She drifted in old memories, old as time, and as painful as death. There was no escape from her past any longer.
She drifted in an endless void, no light, nor dark. There was only shadow, the combined light with dark.
Memories were always a painful thing, but she could not escape them.
They haunted her: things that she could've done differently, and people would not have suffered as they did.
Why?
There was time for her to think of such things, as there was no time for her.
How much time had passed, when a darkness began to grab hold of her, she did not know.
But the darkness was welcomed, and for once, in years, she slept peacefully.
Review comments:
Darth Warious: The light has to do Saeren's power. Of course, you don't know anything about him... I'm the only one who does... being that I created him about two weeks ago... I can explain him if you wish by email, but it's best that I don't. This story already reveals too much about Enemies by Heritage... it takes place five years after it ends... I'm sorry about the Corascuant comment, but I meant that it didn't rain naturally, not that it didn't rain. I've used you in here, I hope you don't mind. It'll be a normal character though... not your spoofy one.
Meghan: Well, you get to read more. I've wrote it! If you really like my invented character insertions, then check out the fictionpress.com stories: Enemies by Heritage (this story is five years after it's end... not yet finished...) and the Light of Stars (Ummmm... waaayyyyyy prequel. Elenoth doesn't even exist yet in this story, or the Antar'i. But The Light of Stars will fit in slowly... way later on as a few familiar characters from there will appear...). I'm glad you think it's amazing, it's a plot I've wanted to do for soooooooo long!