Chapter 2
Luke studied his nephew´s troubled features, and started to wonder what could have shaken the normally calm boy so deeply.
"Now, Jacen, what is it?"
A haunted look crossed Jacen´s features, before he collected himself.
"I think I had a vision." He said in a low voice
"What makes you think that it wasn´t a dream?" Luke asked
"It was like everyone describes it, but it was strange..."
Jacen told him everything, leaving out only one small detail. He didn´t know if he was ready to describe the assassin to his uncle, because he himself wasn´t convinced if his feelings were correct. But there was no denying.
"There is more, isn´t there?"
Jacen just looked at him. The vision had been unsettling enough. He couldn´t bring himself to believe what he had seen. And saying it would mean he had to admit.
So he shook his head
"No, nothing more!"
Luke reached out to him, only scraping the edges of his mind.
"The boy, you told me about. Who was he? What was he like? There is something about him Jacen, that´s really alarming you. I need to know about him!"
Brandy brown eyes met steel blue ones. He still hesitated
"Jacen, I need to know!"
"He reminded me a lot of Anakin, when he was ten years old...But he wasn´t Anakin, I am sure...His eyes didn´t have the same color. He was..."
He waited for a reaction from his uncle, but it wouldn´t come. He was listening intently.
"I am sure it wasn´t Anakin"
Luke nodded "We´re probably thinking along the same line, Jacen. But this makes the situation even more ridiculous."
He stood and walked across the room to lean against the window frame, staring out onto the outdoor training grounds.
"I´ve never felt the force in your father, Jacen. Never. In all the years, I´ve known him."
Jacen joined him at the window.
"All I know is, how real it felt. And this boy was Han Solo! There is no doubt about it. I felt it. His presence was twisted, though. It wasn´t like he was the only one in his body!"