Chapter 2: The Graveyard World
Padmé tossed and turned in her sleep as much as he stomach and the close form of Anakin would allow. She had nightmares often, mostly about the Emperor and Sola, or of Anakin dieing but the one she was experiencing tonight was different. This was out of the ordinary, it was so real, she could clearly see it happening. So real.
On the old dead world of Malachor V, a broken asteroid with just a habitable atmosphere there was a huge academy. A Sith academy, or what was left of it. In the very core of this academy there was a suspended platform with huge impossible spikes jutting out of it. In the very center was a red stone circle and on that circle was dust forming into a skeleton.
The skeleton grew first a torso, followed by legs, then arms and a head. It stayed there for a few seconds doing nothing. Then something appeared in its rib cage. A heart slowly formed followed by lungs and other internal organs. The brain could be seen through the eyes holes of the skull, and when it finished forming muscle began to cover everything making the skeleton look like a human meat sack. Then something unexpected happened. The skeleton stood up, looked around and more dust and particles began to float around it, forming a Sith robe. Once the all muscle body was clothes it grew skin. It spread from the head to the arms and finally the legs. Then it grew hair. Snow white hair which dust began to float around tying two strands of it, the strands fell from the shoulders and down. Then the body grew one last thing, pitch black diseased eyes.
This was an old woman, she examined her body and pulled a hood up. She smiled and a lightsaber materialized out of more dust. She turned it on and swung the blade, it hummed as it cut through the air. She switched it off and clipped it to a belt inside her robes.
"And so Darth Traya returns." The woman said.
Padmé and Anakin both sat straight up in bed, hair matted from sweat and bodies glistening. The both looked at each other. Anakin was breathing heavily, his bare chest moved up and down, Padmé placed her hand on her bulging stomach as if to make sure the baby was okay. Finally Anakin pushed his sweaty hair out of his face and spoke.
"Did you have, that dream? With the skeleton?" He asked.
"Yes, and you did too?"
"Yes."
"That's impossible, how can we have the same dream?"
"We are bonded through the Force I think. Maybe what one of us sees in their sleep the other does too. I don't know, but I don't think that was just a dream."
"What do you mean."
"I had dreams like those before, once. About my mother. She was killed by… sand people on Tatooine. We had a premonition."
"Premonition? Do they… do they usually happen?"
"Sometimes. But… I don't get it. Who is Darth Traya and why did she come back from the dead?"
"I don't know. Why did we see it?"
"It has to have some meaning; it has to be something bad."
"An old woman, how can that be bad?"
"I don't know, maybe I should talk to Yoda and Qui-gon tomorrow."
"Yes, and I'll talk to you from Naboo later."
"Alright, lets go back to bed."
They both tried but neither really could with their thoughts racing like they were now.
XxX
In the hanger of the Executor Anakin kissed Padmé goodbye as she entered her new Lambda class shuttle and took off into hyperspace. Vader himself entered his shuttle and headed down to Coruscant, contacting Qui-gon and Yoda on the way there. He needed to talk with them.
Sorry for the extremely short chapter.
Next Chapter: Premonitions, Premonitions