Everyone pays a
price for these dreams
So why not dream these dreams together
~.~
Lindsey Buckingham, Say We'll Meet Again
~.~
Anakin Skywalker looked around the room with the sort of critical gaze that only a child is able to give. It was a large, barren room: He himself preferred the quarters that he lived in as a slave; at least his home had an air of personality around it.
The place was, as he observed before, large, with no furniture in it. The walls were a dusty brown shade that was akin to his home's color. The only striking part was the design on the floor: It was a scarlet sun, though whether it was rising or setting, he couldn't tell.
Anakin shrank back as people- all humans- started coming through the two huge double doors. They were all dressed strangely, he noted: The women all wore long flowing dresses far fancier than he had ever seen on Tatooine, while the men sported dark suits.
They mingled and laughed, none seeming to notice him, much less wonder why a child was there.
Several people stood out to him. One was because he was so tall: A man, with brown hair mixed with grey, and a nose that looked to be broken more than once. Another was shorter, but had the same sort of aura of discreet power around him, and wore his ginger hair long with a single braid framing his face.
The last two were dancing together. Leading the waltz was a man with wavy blond hair and a single scar across his right eye. The woman –or girl depending on your perspective; she looked to be caught awkwardly between the two- was the most beautiful person he had ever seen before: Although clad in far simpler clothes than all the others, she had long, thick brown hair and astonishingly lovely pale skin.
He watched, ignoring the strange feelings of jealousy. The woman was older than him; she looked to be at least fifteen compared to his nine. Besides, he was a slave. She looked to be very powerful, and probably owned people like him!
Still, he couldn't help but reach out with his mind. It was a trick that he used to help him podrace.
What happened astonished him. One minute he was trying to figure out who these people were; the next he was seeing from the man's eyes!
Had he tried, the nine-year-old probably could have retreated. Still, he didn't want to. He felt an odd connection to both the man and the one he was dancing with.
It felt like they were together for an eternity.
All eternities come to an end. When at last they stopped their waltzing, Anakin was astonished to see tears in the woman's beautiful eyes. Staring intensely at him, she whispered, "Please… Please say we'll meet again."
He didn't know where the words came from, but he heard himself saying "Whether in dreams, nightmares or reality, I promise you we'll meet again." She gave him a confused smile, and he was back in his nine-year-old body.
When he woke up the next day, unable to recall his dreams, Anakin Skywalker met a Jedi.
A/n: This sounds odd, but if you have a Fanfiction account and have published at least one story, can you see your traffic? I want to know if it's just me or not.