"Be still, young one." Daughter tells Ahsoka. "You must put your mind at complete ease and let the Force absorb you." Ahsoka lays on a stone table, eyes closed, her breath steady. "Do no think about your attachments." Daughter adds. "Attachments weigh you down."
Ahsoka wanted to ask why the light side is so cautious when it comes to attachments, when it is her bond with Skywalker being the only reason he can be saved right now.
"The images you'll see cannot hurt you physically. If you do not conquer them, they'll hurt you mentally. Be vigilant!"
Ahsoka nods. Growing impatient, wishing to begin this journey. "How long can you keep me inside his mind?"
"Depends how turbulent your journey is. If it's calm, I can keep you there for an eternity. If it isn't, I can only do so much before I have to bring you back."
"What if you can't bring me back?"
"You'll join your master in a vegetative state."
"So don't screw up. Got it." She said dryly, before taking one last hard breath. "Ready."
It took some time. Ahsoka never could meditate. All she heard was Daughter humming and the sense she was floating her large hand over her head. The Padawan began to fill drossy. Either she was on the verge of falling asleep or achieving her goal in meditation. Before she could dissect any further, Ahsoka was blinded by the bright Tatooine sun and the winds kicking up sand into her eyes.
"Oh, my..." She thought you herself. "It worked! I'm actually inside my master's mind." She looks around. "He must be thinking about his home."
There's a little town on Tatooine, where shoppers are taken advantage of greedy merchants. "We'll try one of the smaller dealers." A bearded man said. She didn't recognize him. Ahsoka did remember the two people accompanying him. She came across old photos of Obi-Wan during his apprenticeship, so this must be his master Qui-Gon Jinn. And the young lady next to him was Padmé Amidala. You couldn't tell by her appearance, but this is during his time as Naboo's Queen. She couldn't have been older than sixteen.
The Jedi and the Queen left a young Obi-Wan to guard the ship, and met a little boy with messy blond hair. His mother diligently cleaning the long line of protocol droids, despite being very weary and in need of a respite. "Annie, be a dear and fetch your mother some water."
"Okay, mom." The Jedi and the woman conversed a little before Watto came back announcing the T-14 hyperdrive will cost well out of the Jedi's price range. Anakin returned just in time to hear Qui-Gon shoot down an idea of sponsoring Skywalker in a pod race and using the winnings for the part.
Wait. That's not what happened. Anakin was very tightlipped about his past, but shared the story about how nobody believed in his ability to win the race - besides Qui-Gon. Here, Qui-Gon is openly dismissive of Skywalker and tells the boy to get lost.
"What did the Son do?" Ahsoka asked, already knowing the answer.
Anakin is left to kick up dust and tinker with a broken down protocol droid. "Hey." Ahsoka walks up to the boy. "Rough day?"
"Who are you?" Anakin was weary of talking to strangers. His eyes looking around for his mother.
"A friend." She grabs the poster from the desk and hands it back to Anakin. "Don't give up." Anakin is confused by what she means. "This isn't what happened. The man you met doesn't cast you aside. He takes you under his wing and you become a great warrior. And an even better friend."
"You think so?" Anakin never felt so much hope before. "But-"
"You aren't worthless. You shouldn't 'get lost', you should do anything but. Anakin, this is not what happened. Your minds been twisted. I need you to come back."
The boy looks at Ahsoka's hip. "You're a Jedi?" She nods. "I have the Force too. Do I become one?" She nods again. "Thank you, Snips." He says, but his voice sounding more like the older Anakin she's come to know.
Ahsoka is brought back to her realm, Anakin right beside her. "Ugh." He groans, rubbing his forehead. "Ahsoka? What happened? Where's the Father?" The Daughter grew sad and turned away.
"It's a long story, Master. I'll tell you on our way home." She looks at the Daughter. "Thank you for your help. What will you do now?"
Daughter takes a deep breath to compose herself before turning around, wiping away a tear. "I will mourn what I have lost and what will never be. It was a mistake for my father to bring you here."
"We're sorry too." Ahsoka responds genuinely.
"Now it is time for you to leave." Their vision goes pure white and they are back aboard the Twilight. Ahsoka resting on the control panel, Kyle under the panel, Anakin and Depa in their pilots chairs.
"What happened?" Depa asks, which must've been the umpteenth time someone said that since they arrived on Mortis.
"I think she sent us home." Ahsoka figures.
"Does that mean you-" Kyle was interrupted by Ahsoka.
"Fixed Anakin, yes."
"Hey!" Anakin took umbrage to her use of the word "fix"
"Relax, Skyguy. I didn't mean it like that." Anakin rolls his eyes. He's always hated when she called him that.
"Master, where are your bandages?" Kyle asks. Depa only now noticed her sight had returned.
"How?" She was flummoxed.
"There's a lot of questions. Let's just head home and figure out how we'll explain all of this to the council." Anakin decides.
"Oh, those reports are going to read like a elementary school kids' story." Kyle quips.