Darkness.
Eternal darkness.
No thoughts.
No scenery.
Quiet.
Not a sound.
Not a single sound…
Listening…
CLASH
The sound of thunder—distant, but near.
CLASH
No, not thunder.
Lightsabers. The sounds are those of lightsabers.
Dark cloud surrounding a never-ending sky. Dark fog.
CLASH
Red, green, and blue glows—two reds?—each fighting in midair against each other—one green fights a red as the blue fends the other. What madness is this?
Green seems to be in the lead. Blue stays behind. Double red takes them both on with concentrated strength.
...other sounds?
Yes, just off to the side.
Again, blue is present. Double red and green are not. Instead, where red and green should be, it is only blue. Blue is accompanied by long spectrums of continuous fire—blasterfire?
Are those constant apparitions blasterfire?
…a Force vision…
Was the Force revealing two paths?
One side; double red takes on green and blue. Green is ahead while blue defends from behind. Red seems to rule them both.
Other side; blue is helping countless bands of stray blasterfire. Green and red are nowhere to be found.
What was this madness?
What is the Force trying to relay?
CLASH
The duel between the colors—lightsabers, he presumed—suddenly picked up the pace. The battle between them intensified as they progressed; fighting style changing as the aggression slowly sped up. He couldn't move—could only watch as the mixing colors seemed to be coming towards him.
On the other side, blue and blasterfire also seemed to be heading his way.
If he didn't move, both would collide.
He was the collision point.
Frozen.
Stunned.
Shield himself from the inevitable battles—
—nothing.
Silence.
Eerie greeting.
A voice…distant yet soft.
No more thunder. No more echoes of blasterfire.
One voice. Soft and delicate.
…the handmaiden?
Can't hear. Voice too distant, yet so distinct.
Did she save him?
Presence is fading. Soon he shall awaken.
"Jedi Kenobi…"
Part of his name…somehow reassuring…
A smile.
She saved him.