Author Note: Hey Guys, Once again, sorry it took so long to update, but I've been baby sitting a friends little girl, visiting Hickstead with the family and trying to sort out my very untidy room. However, I should hopefully be able to post more frequently now that all the busy stuff is out of the way.
Here's the next chapter, so enjoy!
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Everything was dark as Padme walked slowly down a dark tunnel. There was no light, no sound, nothing.
Feeling for her saber she ignited it and held it up infront of her. A doorway was illuminated by the beams of blue light, so she started forwards more positively, curious to see what was on the other side.
It turned out to be a large round platform, suspended in darkness. As she stepped onto the platform, she felt something shift under her foot and looking down saw that she had stepped on some kind of trigger or button. It had the dark mark carved into it and she knew evil was all about her. Carefully removing her foot from the button, she walked further onto the platform, keeping her saber raised infront of her.
Looking back she saw the button raise again and then there was a loud hiss, like someone turning on a gas tap. Then there was a small spark infront of her and flames burst up all around the edge of the platform, trapping her in the middle. She turned about wildly, looking for a way out, and then she heard something that made her freeze.
Lightsabers clashing furiously together.
Turning slowly on the spot, she saw something that made her heart miss several beats. The flames infront of her had transformed into the figures of Luke and Anakin, who were dueling furiously. This was obviously a fight to the death.
The flames danced around them as they fought on and the picture slowly changed to reveal a long passage, surrounded by large rocks. Luke and Anakin fought each other down the long passage and eventually emerged onto a large platform inside the heart of a mountain. A small bridge led from the platform to a similar one on the other side, and in between was a large gaping black hole that Padme could sense was never ending.
Luke was forcing Anakin back further and further towards it...Anakin's foot slipped and he fell. Padme heard a scream and at first thought it was Anakin crying out. But then she realised it was actually herself. The flames closed in around her, trapping her in this nightmare world...
"No!" she cried, sitting bolt upright in bed. Anakin was sleeping soundly beside her and she relaxed, wiping the sweat off her forehead and slipping carefully out of bed. She heard a large snore and knew it would take more than a nightmare to wake him up.
She wandered into the living room, grabbing her gown from the end of the bed as she passed. The metal head band she had been wearing had shifted slightly, so she unconsciously reached up one hand to straighten it again.
Sitting down on the soft couch, she watched as the lights from outside lit up the room, almost like it was daytime again. She flicked a switch and a few lights lit up and the small fountain started. She sat for a while, not moving. Just listening to the soft trickle of water seemed to calm her and it wasn't long before the memory of the dream was almost gone.
Was she even sure it was Luke and Anakin fighting? Why would they do something like that? The flames had seriously distorted the image, and yet she knew it was them, despite all her doubts. Anakin had been getting frequent visions of Luke turning Sith, and now it seemed like she was aswell. So did this mean that the dreams and visions were actually premonitions, or was she just being paranoid?
If only there was someone to talk to. She didn't want to wake Anakin because he would be in a foul mood in the morning...
Ding-dong. The door chime signaled the arrival of a visitor and Padme jumped, not expecting anyone at this time of night. However she knew who it must be.
"Obi-Wan? What brings you here?" she said, smiling at the fact that she had guessed right. Obi-Wan truly had no sense of time and would often call at horrid hours when it was totally inconveniant for him to do so. However, tonight Padme wasn't angry with him. Infact she was glad he was here.
Obi-Wan sensed this and looked startled. He had been stealing himself for a major telling off, but instead he was greated happily.
"What's up?" he asked as he followed her into the living room.
"I was about to ask you the same thing!" she smiled, offering him a seat on the couch.
"Why aren't you mad at me?" he tried a different tactic.
"I'm just glad to see you, that's all," she sighed.
"What's wrong Padme, tell me,"
"Why do you think there's something wrong?" she asked and her smile showed he had caught her off guard.
"Padme, I'm a Jedi Master. I can sense that you are tense, and even if I wasn't a Jedi, it would still be pretty obvious that something is troubling you. I can read you like a book."
"Oh, well its nothing, honestly. I'm probably just being stupid."
"Padme, you're not stupid. Stupid doesn't even exist in your world."
"Thanks," she said, feeling the colour rushing to her cheeks. It wasn't often that Obi-Wan complimented her, but when he did, he always made her feel extra special.
"So come on then. What made you think you were being stupid?" he asked encouragingly and suddenly she found herself spilling out everything about her dream, retelling it in so much detail that it was like she was dreaming it again.
Obi-Wan could tell she was obviously distressed, so he offered encouraging smiles and reassuring pats on the back of her hand which was clasping his tight.
When she had finished, she was close to tears, so Obi-Wan pulled her into a warm hug and she immediately relaxed.
"Don't worry about your dream. I shall inform the other Masters tomorrow, but I doubt if it's anything to get yourself worked up over. Just go back to bed, get some sleep and don't allow yourself to think about it anymore," he said, standing up. Padme stood up too and kissed him on the cheek, grateful that for once his timekeeping had helped her out.
Obi-Wan sent her back to bed, assuring her that he would show himself out. She smiled at him over her shoulder as she went back into her room and closed the door gently.
Obi-Wan sent warm and comforting feelings through the Force, and soon he felt her drop off to sleep. Then he paced around the living room for a while, pondering about the dream. He hadn't told Padme because he didn't want to worry her, but this dream that she had was no mere coincidence. There was evil Sith Magic behind all this, but he couldn't work out how. The Sith were supposedly extinct after all.
And then something Padme had told him all those years ago echoed in his mind.
I killed the original Emperor. There are still at least a hundred clones of him waiting to be released from hibernation. Each time one dies, another will simply take over.
At last it finally dawned on Obi-Wan how serious the matter was. I must warn the council right away! He though, hurrying out of the door, but making sure it shut properly before hastening down the dark corridoor and out to his waiting ship.
