Chapter 6
Disclaimer: Only Des-Edri is mine.
A/N: Very short, kind of creepy... Will make longer chapters soon.
I took a long bath that night before dinner. As I sat, bubbles popping lightly around me, I wanted to see if I could answer some questions on my own from the information given. Let's see... Desi wasn't upset because all her sadness had poured into the stream, making it cold and icy... But how did she survive an attack from the Jedi Council?
I heard a creak at the door, and my head turned in a flash to see who it was. In a fluster, I started getting up, saying, "There's somebody in-"
I made an "oof" as I stood up, slipped, and sat back down. Water splashed around me.
"Des-Edri?" I called. I don't know, would she peep...?
"Yes?" she called back.
Her voice was coming from the kitchen.
I didn't answer, but wrapped a nearby towel around my waist and stepped out. The square tile was warm, probably from heating pipes below it. The wet 'plop' of my footsteps echoed in the medium-sized room. A candle on the wall flickered silently, and tiny tile soldiers were cursed for eternity to dance on the walls as decorations.
I went over to the door, and another chill ran through me. There couldn't be someone else in this house, could there be? I'd have thought Desi would tell me if there was...
What if it wasn't a someone?
I don't know where all this fear had come from, but it was not what I was trained to do as a Jedi. Not forbidden, but a Jedi was to be strong in all aspects. I felt too human to be me.
With a sudden burst of bravery, I pushed open the bathroom door, which gave me a view of the left corridor.
The bravery left me, and was replaced by sharp fear, leaving me with my legs weak.
Someone, or something, was running silently down the hall.