Kit Fisto shook his head. The Force was confused, clouding his thoughts. He knelt on the grass and covered his unblinking eyes with his palms, searching within himself for the key. A blinding flash of red fused his vision and a searing pain tore into his head. He collapsed prone on the ground, writhing. No sound escaped his lips. He could see nothing but red, hear nothing but the scream in his head and feel nothing but terror.
Kit sat up in his bed, sweat streaming from his body. He gasped. Shaking his head, he tried to calm himself, collect his thoughts and relax. When he stopped shuddering, he allowed himself to think of the vivid dream and its contents. The terror had subsided with consciousness, but the feeling of fear lingered with his recollection. He found that he was gripping his blankets as he had been gripping the grass in his dream. Slowly he unhinged his fingers and wiped off the sweat. He could remember nothing substantial about the dream, only that it was terrifying. The memory of the blinding red light struck him forcefully, making him stand up and pace the tiny room.
"I must tell the Council." He said aloud in an effort to calm himself. He sat and slipped into thought, channeling the Force through his senses. In all of the rooms on his level, the inhabitants slept deeply. He broadened his search and in the Council chamber touched a single wakeful soul.
Awake are you, and troubled. Come, young one. Talk we will. Master Yoda's mind beckoned the young Jedi.
He rose from his seat and pulled on his robes. Quietly he stole through the passage to the lift. He walked into the Council chamber. It was the first time he had been there unescorted, also it was the only time he had been there at night. For that matter it was the only time he had been there with only one other. He bowed to the Master as was the custom and was taken by surprise when Yoda motioned him to sit in one of the empty chairs. He quickly shook his head and settled on the floor at the tiny Master's feet. Yoda looked up as the door behind Kit hissed open. Kit turned to great Master Plo Koon.
"I felt a disturbance," was all he said as he took his customary seat. For a brief spell all three sat in silence, but it was not an uncomfortable one. It was a peaceful silence, an exploration of each person's thoughts and mood. Finally Kit looked up and began.
"I had a terrible dream. I do not know what it means." He paused.
"Tell us of it," Yoda prompted.
"I do not remember many things about it. Only that the Force was disrupted and I was terrified. I was powerless. And a blinding red light left me incapacitated." He shuddered at the recollection. Both Masters nodded slowly.
"Yes, the evil was what woke me," Plo Koon stated.
"Long before this night I sensed it." Yoda's ears wobbled.
"Masters, what does it mean? What is the significance of the red light?" Kit glanced from one to the other.
"Only a Sith could the red light be." Kit gasped involuntarily.
From behind his elaborate mask, Plo Koon asked thoughtfully, "But why would this young Jedi have such a dream?"
"That is the true question." Yoda nodded slowly.
Kit's eyes wandered to the dark city outside the huge windows. Specks of light traveled along the airways as he pondered the meaning of his recent nightmare.
"Master Yoda, you can see the future. What does it mean? Is this a warning?" Kit glanced at Master Koon, who voiced the question.
"A warning it is. That is all I can see." Yoda picked up his walking stick and made his way to the doors. "Now sleep I will try to accomplish. I suggest you try as well." Kit stood and suddenly felt very weary. When he had at first awakened, the adrenaline in his system had given him energy. Now that it was depleted, he was exhausted. He followed the aged Master from the chamber, leaving Plo Koon sitting alone.
The next day Kit woke with a terrible headache. He had trouble at first remembering why he was so tired. He went through the morning in a sort of daze, eating his meal in silence and carrying out his duties stoically.
Kit Fisto sat, glumly watching the younglings practice sensing the remotes. The mechanical hissing of the remotes and occasional encouragement from Master Yoda were all that broke the silence. Kit was amazed at the concentration the little ones demonstrated. Each held a practice saber tightly, following the movements of the remote from underneath a blackout visor. They made no sound, did not get discouraged when they failed and continued under the encouragement of the little Master.
"That is right. Feel the Force flow through you. Jedi you will become." He nodded, observing the younglings fondly. Finally, he turned to Kit, his ears drooping. "Heavy your heart is," he said quietly. "Meet you I will in your chambers, in a few minutes." Kit took the comment as an order and quietly left the room, heading for his own.
The tiny Jedi Master entered Kit's quarters slowly. He nodded to Kit and hopped onto a chair.
"Troubled you are, with cause, but cheerless you should not ever be. It does not become you. And it ruins the concentration of the younglings." He stared straight into Kit's black eyes. "Search within yourself. If you do not find the answer to the riddle of your dream, it is acceptable. But if you do not find the answer to this riddle in your mind, you will fail."
Kit did not ask what would fail. He simply lowered his eyes. He rarely broke eye contact with anyone, but Yoda's words sliced through him. He nodded slowly. Then looked up and grinned. "May I help you with the younglings?" Yoda nodded solemnly, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
A/N: I felt I should end this chapter here. Not only because I could really not think of what else to add, but also because I think it is right. It is as it needs to be. If it confuses you, let me know and I'll explain.
If you have any ideas for me, do share them! I must admit I am not sure how long my muse for this story will hold out. Also, in all of these chapters I also just realized that there may be a discrepancy about lightsaber colors. I simply gave each Jedi the color they have in the movies, even if they had not technically earned it at my point of the story (makes it easier that way.)