Cradle to Grave
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85, fate
That day the shield Ben Kenobi had maintained effortlessly for years had trembled with strain and he had gone to find the boy.
Luke's Skyhopper cut its crazy locus through Beggar's Canyon. The Force was strong in the boy, singing with joy as it flowed freely, without restraint, without the rigid mental discipline of a lifetime of training.
A waterfall without a dam. An endless ocean.
And Ben remained in the shadows, watching out for dragon and Tuskens.
Watching the Force run free and unrestrained, filling everything it touched with colour, as it was always meant to in a Skywalker.
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