Characters: Ben Skywalker, Luke, Mara, Jacen
Genre: AU, Angst
Disclaimer: Star Wars and its likeness belongs to George Lucas. I own nothing, nor did I make any money off this
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to I'd Give Anything. While I don't think it is necessary to read it, it might help (It's really short, I promise!)
The quote at the beginning of each chapter is from a voice over that's in a ballet that the company I danced for originated. And it is owned by BPA.
Just a warning... this could get very dark!
Prologue
The darkness calls my name it beckons to my soul as my spirit cries for freedom...
"What do you want, Ben?"
Darkness swirls all around him, closing in, choking him.
"I see your dreams. I see your fears."
An image of his sister smiling flashes before his eyes. Images of the two of them playing, of their father making them ifly/i, image after image of the happy times. Faster and faster they go by until...
Darkness.
His mother's scream.
Despair threatening to consume him.
Ben bolted up right in his bed, breathing rapidly, with sweat running down his face. He was quick to shield his panic, fearing his parents would feel it. He had become very adept at shielding his thoughts and feelings. He had to.
Looking at the table beside his bed, he picked up the holo that sat there. It was a holo of his parents, himself and his twin sister, Brynn. He remembered the day it was taken like it was yesterday, their fifth life-day. Most people couldn't really remember things that happened when they were five, but Ben had to. It was all he had of his sister.
Almost the entire family had been there; Leia, Han, Jaina and of course Luke and Mara. The only one who wasn't there was Jacen, who had apparently been on a mission to find himself. Rarely were that many of them together for any amount of time without some crisis popping up, but there they all were. Maybe it was the will of the Force, or maybe it was luck that they were all there to see Brynn, one last time before she was taken from them.
The memory that this picture caused was perfect to Ben, until he let his mind wander to the next morning.
"No!" Ben said out loud to no one but himself, he refused to taint that memory. He refused to think of her death.
Thinking back to the dream that had so violently awakened him, he wondered why he still had it. Of course he still missed his sister, but that had been years ago, eleven years ago to be precise. He thought he should be over it by now, but the dreams still came. At first they were occasional; he would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, crying for his sister. Both his mother and father would come and comfort and hold him, letting him cry himself to sleep. But as he got older he began hiding them, shielding his thoughts. He didn't want his parents to know of his dreams; they didn't need to suffer her death time and time again.
But recently the dreams had become more vivid, and longer. As if someone--or something--was calling him.
tbc...
